apply?"
"He knows nothing, your Excellency. He keeps on: 'It's not your business! Get away!' --
that's all I can get out of him. . . . Whose business is it, then? It's I have to keep them all!"
Kistunov again turned to Madame Shtchukin and began explaining to her the difference
between the Army Medical Department and a private bank. She listened attentively, nodded
in token of assent, and said:
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . I understand, sir. In that case, your Excellency, tell them to pay me
fifteen roubles at least! I agree to take part on account!
"Ough!" sighed Kistunov, letting his head drop back. "There's no making you see reason.
Do understand that to apply to us with such a petition is as strange as to send in a petition
concerning divorce, for instance, to a chemist's or to the Assaying Board. You have not
been paid your due, but what have we to do with it?"
"Your Excellency, make me remember you in my prayers for the rest of my days, have pity
on a lone, lorn woman," wailed Madame Shtchukin; "I am a weak, defenceless woman. . . .
I am worried to death, I've to settle with the lodgers and see to my husband's affairs and fly
round looking after the house, and I am going to church every day this week, and my son-
in-law is out of a job. . . . I might as well not eat or drink. . . . I can scarcely keep on my
feet. . . . I haven't slept all night. . . ."
Kistunov was conscious of the palpitation of his heart. With a face of anguish, pressing his
hand on his heart, he began explaining to Madame Shtchukin again, but his voice failed
him.
"No, excuse me, I cannot talk to you," he said with a wave of his hand. "My head's going
round. You are hindering us and wasting your time. Ough! Alexey Nikolaitch," he said,
addressing one of his clerks, "please will you explain to Madame Shtchukin?"
Kistunov, passing by all the petitioners, went to his private room and signed about a dozen
papers while Alexey Nikolaitch was still engaged with Madame Shtchukin. As he sat in his
room Kistunov heard two voices: the monotonous, restrained bass of Alexey Nikolaitch and
the shrill, wailing voice of Madame Shtchukin.
"I am a weak, defenceless woman, I am a woman in delicate health," said Madame
Shtchukin. "I look strong, but if you were to overhaul me there is not one healthy fibre in
me. I can scarcely keep on my feet, and my appetite is gone. . . . I drank my cup of coffee
this morning without the slightest relish. . . ."
Alexey Nikolaitch explained to her the difference between the departments and the
complicated system of sending in papers. He was soon exhausted, and his place was taken
by the accountant.
"A wonderfully disagreeable woman!" said Kistunov, revolted, nervously cracking his
fingers and continually going to the decanter of water. "She's a perfect idiot! She's worn me
out and she'll exhaust them, the nasty creature! Ough! . . . my heart is throbbing."