Vaxin

Vaxin began trying to dispel these gloomy ideas, but the more he tried to drive them away the more haunting the figures and fearful fancies became.

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Vaxin curled up on the trunk and put his arm under his head to await the coming of dawn.

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Ghosts are, we all know, a superstition, the offspring of undeveloped intelligence, but Vaxin, nevertheless, pulled the bed-clothes over his head, and shut his eyes very tight.

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As he undressed and got into his solitary bed (Madame Vaxin had gone to an all-night service) he could not help remembering all he had seen and heard.

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Vaxin turned so as to face the door-post, but at that instant it seemed as though somebody tweaked his night-shirt from behind and touched him on the shoulder.

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Vaxin himself had asked for a saucer and shown the young ladies how to converse with spirits.

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Vaxin hesitatingly opened the door and peeped into the room.

Love Anton Pavlovich Chekhov 1882

Somewhat reassured by his conversation with her and ashamed of his cowardice, Vaxin pulled the bedclothes over his head and shut his eyes.

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Vaxin stepped into the room and sat down on a wickerwork trunk near the door.

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"There is a great deal in nature that is mysterious and ... terrible ..." thought Vaxin, as he got into bed.

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