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. My head aches, little Sasha, and then I feel bored.

. Come into the sitting-room with me.

''They go out through the door on the right. All the guests go into the garden and and  are left alone''.

. That is what I like to see! A young man like Misha comes into the room and in a minute he has everybody laughing. [She puts out the large lamp] There is no reason the candles should burn for nothing so long as they are all in the garden.

[She blows out the candles.

. [Following her] We really ought to give our guests something to eat, Zuzu!

. What crowds of candles; no wonder we are thought rich.

. [Still following her] Do let them have something to eat, Zuzu; they are young and must be hungry by now, poor things—Zuzu!

. The Count did not finish his tea, and all that sugar has been wasted.

[Goes out through the door on the left.

. Bah!

Enter and  through the door on the right.

. This is how it is, Sasha: I used to work hard and think hard, and never tire; now, I neither do anything nor think anything, and I am weary, body and soul. I feel I am terribly to blame, my conscience leaves me no peace day or night, and yet I can’t see clearly exactly what my mistakes are. And now comes my wife’s illness, our poverty, this eternal backbiting, gossiping, chattering, that foolish Borkin— My home has become unendurable to me, and to live there is worse than torture. Frankly, Sasha, the presence of my wife, who loves me, has become unbearable. You are an old friend, little Sasha, you will not be angry with me for