the punishment he deserved.

“What’s this?” cried his spouse; “a nasty dead dog! Goodness! where has it come from?… What have you been up to?… Where have you been? Tell me at once where have you been?”
“My love,” answered Ivan Andreyitch, almost as dead as Amishka, “my love….”

But here we will leave our hero — till another time, for a new and quite different adventure begins here. Some day we will describe all these calamities and misfortunes, gentlemen. But you will admit that jealousy is an unpardonable passion, and what is more, it is a positive misfortune.

The End