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are aching too, oh, so badly. [Arranges his shawl about his legs] You have had this illness such a long time. Sonia’s dead mother used to stay awake with you too, and wear herself out for you. She loved you dearly. [A pause] Old people want to be pitied as much as young ones, but nobody cares about them somehow. [She kisses shoulder] Come, master, let me give you some linden-tea and warm your poor feet for you. I shall pray to God for you.

. [Touched] Let us go, Marina.

. My own feet are aching so badly, oh, so badly! [She and lead  out] Sonia’s mother used to wear herself out with sorrow and weeping. You were still little and foolish then, Sonia. Come, come, master.

and go out.

. I am absolutely exhausted by him, and can hardly stand.

. You are exhausted by him, and I am exhausted by my own self. I have not slept for three nights.

. Something is wrong in this house. Your mother hates everything but her pamphlets and the professor; the professor is vexed, he won’t trust me, and fears you; Sonia is angry with her father, and with me, and hasn’t spoken to me for two weeks; I am at the end of my strength, and have come near bursting into tears at least twenty times to-day. Something is wrong in this house.

. Leave speculating alone.

. You are cultured and intelligent, Ivan, and you surely understand that the world is not destroyed by villains and conflagrations, but by hate and malice and all this spiteful tattling. It is your duty to make peace, and not to growl at everything.

. Help me first to make peace with myself. My darling!

[Seizes her hand.