What For I To It - Eccentrical, Not

What for I to it - eccentrical, not so young, with two another's it children? Has taken advantage of an occasion to dump from the feet the weight and safely to float further. And nights. These empty, sleepless, infinite nights in that bed, - where were learnt by me so much its immense, mad, passionate caresses. In the Morning I could not even look in a mirror at that dim, old, unfamiliar woman that looked at me. Pretty often I have been compelled to press strong the left hand to a breast: my heart was ill dimly and continuously. This pain proved to me that I the yet not terminated corpse. The doctor caused on the house, has written out the bulletin at once: an anaemia, a sharp decline of vital forces. How many different medicines in the recipe have been written out, and one is necessary for me of all only: Egor's kind word. That was good in this bulletin so official possibility not to see with colleagues, not to hear condoling questions. My God, what it becomes with proud and independent beauty Artemis?.