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A Hero of our time / Герой нашего времени. Книга для чтения на английском языке

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“And she died?”

“Yes, but she suffered a great deal, and we too suffered enough watching her. About ten o’clock at night she regained consciousness. We were sitting at her bedside. As soon as she opened her eyes, she asked for Pechorin. ‘I am here, beside you, my dzhanechka,’ (that is, “darling” in our language) he replied, taking her hand. ‘I will die,’ she said. We began to reassure her, saying that the surgeon had promised to cure her without fail, but she shook her head and turned to the wall. She didn’t want to die!

“During the night she grew delirious. Her head was on fire and every now and then she shook with fever. She was now talking incoherently about her father and brother. She wanted to go back to her mountains and home… Then she also talked about Pechorin, calling him all kinds of tender names or reproaching him for not loving his dzhanechka any more…

“He listened in silence, his head resting on his hands. But throughout it all I didn’t notice a single tear on his lashes – whether he held himself in deliberately, I don’t know. As for myself, I had never witnessed anything more heart-breaking.


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