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SOFA FACTORY : All my fears came back to me at once. "Take me to him this minute--do you hear? This minute! O Semyon, Semyon, I did not expect this of you! You sofa factory he is not far off?" "He is quite close, here, where the copse begins--he is sitting there. It is not more than five yards from the river bank. I found him as I came alongside the river." "Well, take me to him, take me to him." Semyon set off ahead of me. "This way, sir.... We have only to get down to the river and it is close there." But instead of getting down to the river we got into a hollow and found ourselves before an empty shed. "Hey, stop!" sofa factory cried suddenly. "I must have come too far to the
SOFA FACTORY : right.... We must go that sofa factory more to the left...." We turned to the left--and found ourselves among such high, rank weeds that we could scarcely get out.... I could not remember such a tangled growth of weeds anywhere near our village. And then all at once a marsh was squelching under our feet, and we saw little round moss-covered hillocks which I had never noticed before either.... We turned back--a small hill was sharply before us and on the top of it stood a shanty--and in it someone was snoring. Semyon and I shouted several times into the shanty; something stirred at the further end of it, the straw sofa factory a hoarse voice shouted, "I am on guard." We turned back again ... fields and fields, endless fields.... I felt
SOFA FACTORY : ready to cry.... I remembered sofa factory words of the fool in _King Lear_: "This night sofa factory turn us all to fools or madmen." "Where are we to go?" I said in despair to Semyon. "The devil must have led us astray, sir," answered the distracted servant. "It's not natural ... there's mischief at the bottom of it!" I would have checked him but at that instant my ear caught a sound, distinct but not loud, that engrossed my whole attention. There was a faint "pop" as though someone had drawn a stiff cork from a narrow bottle-neck. The sound came from somewhere not far off. Why the sound seemed to me strange and peculiar I could not say, but at once I went towards it. Semyon followed me. Within a few minutes something tall and broad
SOFA FACTORY : loomed in the fog. "The copse! here is the copse!" Semyon sofa factory delighted. "Yes, here ... and there is the master sitting under the birch-tree.... There he is, sitting where I left him. That's he, surely enough!" I looked intently. A man really was sitting with his back towards us, awkwardly huddled up under the birch-tree. I hurriedly approached and recognised Tyeglev's great-coat, recognised his figure, his head bowed on sofa factory breast. "Tyeglev!" I cried ... but he did not answer. "Tyeglev!" I repeated, and laid my hand on his shoulder. Then he suddenly lurched forward, quickly and obediently, as though he were waiting for my touch, and fell onto the grass. Semyon and I raised him at once and turned him face upwards. It was not pale, but was lifeless
SOFA FACTORY : and motionless; his clenched teeth gleamed white--and his eyes, motionless, too, sofa factory wide open, kept their habitual, drowsy and "different" look. "Good God!" Semyon said suddenly and showed me his hand stained crimson with blood.... The blood was coming from under Tyeglev's great-coat, from the left side of his chest. sofa factory had shot himself from a small, single-barreled pistol which was lying beside him. The faint pop I had heard was the sound made by the fatal shot. XVII Tyeglev's suicide did not surprise his comrades very much. I have told you already that, according to their ideas, as a "fatal" man he was bound to do something extraordinary, though perhaps they had not expected that from him. In the letter to the colonel he asked him, in the first place, to have the name of Ilya Tyeglev removed from the
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