"
"No, why?" suddenly retorted the kindly and modest Tamara. "Not
crazy at all, but simply, like all men, a libertine. At home it's
tiresome for him, while here for his money he can receive whatever
pleasure he desires. That's plain, it seems?"
Jennka, who had been silent up to now, suddenly, with one quick
movement sat up in bed.
"You're all fools!" she cried. "Why do you forgive them all this?
Before I used to be foolish myself, too, but now I compel them to
walk before me on all fours, compel them to kiss my soles, and
they do this with delight ... You all know, girlies, that I don't
love money, but I pluck the men in whatever way I can. They, the
nasty beasts, present me with the portraits of their wives,
brides, mothers, daughters ... However, you've seen, I think, the
photographs in our water-closet? But now, just think of it, my
children ... A woman loves only once, but for always, while a man
loves like a he-greyhound... That he's unfaithful is nothing; but
he never has even the commonest feeling of gratitude left either
for the old, or the new, mistress.
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