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88 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1865
“In the evening, Boris Timofeich ate a bit of buckwheat kasha with mushrooms and got heartburn; then suddenly there was pain in the pit of his stomach; he was seized with terrible vomiting, and towards morning he died, just as the rats died in his storehouses, Katerina Lvovna having always prepared a special food for them with her own hands, using a dangerous white powder entrusted to her keeping.”
“Katerina Lvovna was not a lover of reading, and besides there were no books in their house except for the lives of the Kievan saints. Katerina Lvovna lived a boring life in the rich house of her father-in-law during the five years of her marriage to her unaffectionate husband; but, as often happens, no one paid the slightest attention to this boredom of hers.”
"- Habla, Seriozha, cuéntame tus penas.
- Pero ¿qué se puede contar? Pues, por ejemplo, primero que tu marido regresará, si Dios quiere, y hale, Serguei Filippych, largo de aquí, vete al patio con los músicos y ponte a mirar desde el cobertizo la vela que arde en el dormitorio de Katerina Lvovna y a ella ahuecando la cama de plumas y echándose a dormir con su legítimo Zinovi Borisych.
- ¡Eso no va a pasar!..."
Muy cerca de mi ocaso, yo te bendigo, vida,
porque nunca me diste ni esperanza fallida,
ni trabajos injustos, ni pena inmerecida;
porque veo al final de mi rudo camino
que yo fui el arquitecto de mi propio destino;