- What Is The Matter? - I Have

- What is the matter? - I have sharply enough asked. He has vaguely shrugged shoulders: - Even itself I do not know. To see, Anastas Artemevna, I was gone. You have ruined me suddenly. I will not return more to myself to Lipetsk province, I will remain here that you to see. - really so it is serious? - I have joked and itself have felt falseness of the words before such fire. He only has nodded a head. - and it is necessary to me? - I have asked it in the habitually rigid manner. - or my family? - I do not know, I can tell nothing now. Only anybody never so never will grow fond of you. I was gone. And I have felt that the nuclear fire in which he is not so free and if I touch him also I will burn down has woken up in this youth. There and then a motley round dance doubts habitual for me have run in a brain: and whether I am correct, the honours pupil, a vein and what special I with the dogmas of happiness has achieved? And can be, in that and the sense is hidden to live, without thinking of sense?.