One Young, Fine Woman In The First Feeling,

One young, fine woman in the first feeling, the twenty five years' typist from my office, has escaped from tortures of hopeless love when has understood that I do not marry it, to Norilsk, but then have broken off the local contract and have come back - to new appointments and on new torments. Etc., etc. Why the sensation serious internal was aggravated? From increasing melancholy because of burdensome internal similarity of all these so different, outwardly so unlike women - because of their similarity in almost undisguised egoism. This egoism differently shown, was expressed in forcing me to serve their interests, to their purposes to put me to that team which will entail each of them to its purpose. I was necessary only as means. That I have purposes, the problems, the plans, the life, the tastes, at last, the individuality, did not think of it any of them: no if you love do and arrive how it is required to it, as to it it is convenient. I should reflect on that, as for Tomily was only a horse whom, appeasably wagging with a tail, dragged a cart with family luggage there where it was necessary for it.