spots among the stars. A carriage with red lamps rattled along the road, and overtook Kirilov. It was Abogin, driving away to protest … and make a fool of himself….

And all the way home Kirilov thought, not of his wife or of dead Andreï, but of Abogin and of the people who lived in the house which he had just left. His thoughts were unjust, heartless, inhuman. He condemned Abogin and his wife, and Papchinsky, and all that class of persons who live in a rosy twilight and smell of perfumes; all the way he hated and despised them to the point of torture; and his mind was full of unshakeable convictions as to the worthlessness of such people.

Time will pass; the sorrow of Kirilov will pass away also, but this conviction—unjust, unworthy of a human heart—will never pass away, and will remain with the doctor to the day of his death.