ible faces.)
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Barbara Nedotyopin.
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Z., an engineer or doctor, went on a visit to his uncle, an editor;
he became interested, began to go there frequently; then became a
contributor to the paper, little by little gave up his profession; one
night he came out of the newspaper office, remembered, and seized his
head in his hands--"all is lost!" He began to go gray. Then it became
a habit, he was quite white now and flabby, an editor, respectable but
obscure.
* * * * *
A Privy Councillor, an old man, looking at his children, became a
radical himself.
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A newspaper: "Cracknel."
* * * * *
The clown in the circus--that is talent, and the waiter in the frock
coat speaking to him--that is the crowd; the waiter with an ironical
smile on his face.
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Auntie from Novozybkov.
* * * * *
He has a rarefaction of the brain and his brains have leaked into his
ears.
* * * * *
"What? Writers? If you like, for a shilling I'll make a writer of
you."
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Instead of translator, contractor.
* * * * *
An actress, forty years old, ugly, ate a partridge for dinner, and I
felt sorry for the partridge, for it occurred to me that in its life
it had been more talented, more sensible, and more honest than that
actress.
* * * * *
The doctor said to me: "If," says he, "your constitution holds out,
drink to your heart's content." (Gorbunov.)
* * * * *
Carl Kremertartarlau.
* * * * *
A field with a distant view, one tiny birch tree. The inscription
under the picture: loneliness.
* * * * *
The guests had gone: they had played cards and everything was in
disorder: tobacco smoke, scraps of paper, and chiefly--the dawn and
memories.
* * * * *
Better to perish from fools than to accept praises from them.
* * * * *
Why do trees grow and so luxuriantly, when the owners are dead?
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The character keeps a library, but he
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