Lingue

Tastiera

Pagina 179 di 1294

Autore: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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He was crushed and even humiliated. He could have laughed at
himself in his anger.... A dull animal rage boiled within him.
He stood hesitating in the gateway. To go into the street, to go
a walk for appearance' sake was revolting; to go back to his
room, even more revolting. "And what a chance I have lost for
ever!" he muttered, standing aimlessly in the gateway, just
opposite the porter's little dark room, which was also open.
Suddenly he started. From the porter's room, two paces away from
him, something shining under the bench to the right caught his
eye.... He looked about him--nobody. He approached the room on
tiptoe, went down two steps into it and in a faint voice called
the porter. "Yes, not at home! Somewhere near though, in the
yard, for the door is wide open." He dashed to the axe (it was an
axe) and pulled it out from under the bench, where it lay between
two chunks of wood; at once, before going out, he made it fast in
the noose, he thrust both hands into his pockets and went out of
the room; no one had noticed him! "When reason fails, the devil
helps!" he thought with a strange grin.

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