human
I beg you not to trouble yourself about me, Laevsky went on.
gpt
Don't pay any attention to me, and whose business is it what I do and how I live? Yes, I want to go away. Yes, I get into debt, I drink, I am living with another man's wife, I'm hysterical, I'm ordinary. I am not so profound as some people, but whose business is that? Respect other people's privacy.
human
Excuse me, brother, said Samoylenko, who had counted up to thirty-five,
gpt
Respect other people's individuality! interrupted Laevsky.
human
This continual gossip about other people's affairs, this sighing and groaning and everlasting prying, this eavesdropping, this friendly sympathy . . . damn it all! They lend me money and make conditions as though I were a schoolboy! I am treated as the devil knows what! I don't want anything, shouted Laevsky, staggering with excitement and afraid that it might end in another attack of hysterics.
gpt
I shan't get away on Saturday, then, flashed through his mind.
human
I want nothing. All I ask of you is to spare me your protecting care. I'm not a boy, and I'm not mad, and I beg you to leave off looking after me.