What? A monster, you will say? But
I will say that she is moved by the same grand, unreasoning,
blind, egoistical love for which we call our mothers sainted
women."
"Go easy around the curves!" remarked Boris Sobashnikov through
his teeth.
"Pardon me: I was not comparing people, but merely generalizing on
the first source of emotion. I might have brought out as an
example the self-denying love of animal-mothers as well. But I see
that I have started on a tedious matter. Better let's drop it."
"No, you finish," protested Lichonin. "I feel that you have a
massive thought."
"And a very simple one. The other day a professor asked me if I am
not observing the life here with some literary aims. And all I
wanted to say was, that I can see, but precisely can not observe.
Here I have given you Simeon and the bawd for example. I do not
know myself why, but I feel that in them lurks some terrible,
insuperable actuality of life, but either to tell it, or to show
it, I can not. Here is necessary the great ability to take some
picayune trifle, an insignificant, paltry little stroke, and then
will result a dreadful truth, from which the reader, aghast, will
forget that his mouth is agape.
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