I, too, on my side assure them that it`s nothing, but meantime my heart sinks into my boots. To add to our troubles, the roads were in such a state that the coachman was gone, for whole days together to get medicine. And I never left the patient`s room; I could not tear myself away; I tell her amusing stories, you know, and play Curds with her. I watch by her side at night. The old mother thanks me with tears in her eyes; but I think to myself, `I don`t deserve your gratitude.` I frankly confess to you there is no object in concealing it now I was in love with my patient. And Aleksandra Andreyevna hud grown fond of me; she would not sometimes let any one be in her mom but me.
Forbid her resolutely
She began to talk to me, to ask me questions; where I hud studied, how I lived, who are my people, whom I go to see. I feel that she ought not to talk; but to forbid her to to forbid her resolutely, you know I could not. Sometimes I held my head in my hands, and nuked myself, `What are you doing, villain?` … And she would take my hand and hold it, give me a long, long look, and turn away, sigh, Mtd say, `How good you are!` Her hands were so feverish, her eyes so lnrge and languid. … `Yes,` she says, `you are a good, kind man; you are not like our neighbors.
No, you are not like that. … Why did I not know you till now!` `Aleksandra Andreyevna, calm yourself,` I say. … `I feel, believe me, I don`t know how I have gained … but there, calm yourself. … All will be right; you will be well again.` And meanwhile I must tell you,” continued the doctor, bending forward and raising his eyebrows, “that they associated very little with the neighbors, because the smaller people were not on their level, and pride hindered them from being friendly with the rich. I tell you, they were an exceptionally cultivated family; so you know it was gratifying for me.
She would only take her medicine from my hands… she would lift herself up, poor girl, with my aid, take it, and gaze at me. … My heart felt as if it were bursting. And meanwhile she was growing worse and worse, worse and worse, all the time; she will die, I think to myself; she must die. Believe me, I would sooner have gone to the grave myself; and here were her mother and sisters watching me, looking into my eyes… and their faith in me was wearing away. `Well? how is she?` `Oh, all right, all right!` All right, indeed! My mind was failing me. Well, I was sitting one night alone again by my patient.
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