Character: Pechorin, Grigory. Page 3

What began in an unusual way, it should so end.

He is a skeptic and a materialist like almost all doctors, and with it a poet, not a joke, - a poet in fact, always and frequently in words, though in his life wrote two poems.

I wanted you to tell me something; firstly, because listening is less tiring; second, it must be spoken; thirdly, you can learn another's secret; fourthly, because such smart people, like you, love better listeners than tellers.

I never reveal my secrets, but I love that they guessed, because that way I can always in case they deny it.

I understood it, and he dislikes me for that reason, although to outward appearance we are on the friendliest of terms.

His eyes - a short, but insightful and hard, left behind an unpleasant impression of an indiscreet question and might sound cocky if I were not so indifferent calm.

- My dear, I hate people, so they do not despise, because otherwise life would be too disgusting a farce.
- My dear, I despise women in order not to love them, because otherwise life would be too ridiculous a melodrama.

I replied?..

Ah, the gifts! why not do the woman behind the colored treecko!..

- It's time! - whispered the doctor, tugging on the sleeve - if you not now say that we know their intentions, all is lost. Look, he's charging... If you say nothing, then I did...
- No way, doctor! I replied, grabbing his arm, - you'll spoil everything; you gave me your word not to interfere... What do you care? Maybe I want to be killed...
Oh, another thing!.. At me only in that light do not complain...

All found that we were talking nonsense, but indeed one of them no brainer never said that.

- That concerns me, I think only one... ' said the doctor.
- What is it? I asked, wanting to know the opinion of a man who until now was silent.
In fact, he answered, that sooner or later one fine morning I'll die.
- I am richer than you, I said, ' I have, in addition, there is still belief what I'm in a very single evening had the misfortune to be born.

Little did people beginning life, think to end it like Alexander the Great or Lord Byron, and yet a century, remain titular councillors?..

Who knows probably convinced whether it is or not?.. and how often do we take belief a delusion or mistake of reason!..