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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: breaking a twig from one of those scraggy trees, cautiously
tapped on the window with it.
"Nikolay Stepanovitch," I heard a whisper. "Nikolay
Stepanovitch."
I opened the window, and fancied I was dreaming: under the
window, huddled against the wall, stood a woman in a black dress,
with the moonlight bright upon her, looking at me with great
eyes. Her face was pale, stern, and weird-looking in the
moonlight, like marble, her chin was quivering.
"It is I," she said -- " I . . . Katya."
In the moonlight all women's eyes look big and black, all people
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