human
It's nothing, it's nothing, Samoylenko kept saying;
gpt
What is it? What is it? For God's sake, tell me.
human
Can Kirilin have written him something?
gpt
It's nothing, said Laevsky, laughing and crying;
human
Don't agitate yourself, my dear! said Marya Konstantinovna, sitting down beside her and taking her hand.
gpt
It will pass. Men are just as weak as we poor sinners. You are both going through a crisis. . . . One can so well understand it! Well, my dear, I am waiting for an answer. Let us have a little talk.
human
No, we are not going to talk, said Nadyezhda Fyodorovna, listening to Laevsky's sobs.
gpt
I feel depressed. . . . You must allow me to go home.
human
What do you mean, what do you mean, my dear? cried Marya Konstantinovna in alarm.
gpt
Do you think I could let you go without supper? We will have something to eat, and then you may go with my blessing.
human
I feel miserable . . .
gpt
He's got a touch of hysterics,