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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: rushed like a wave. Nadya forgot Gorny and Gruzdev; her thoughts
were in a tangle and her joy grew and grew; from her bosom it
passed into her arms and legs, and it seemed as though a light,
cool breeze were breathing on her head and ruffling her hair. Her
shoulders quivered with subdued laughter, the table and the lamp
chimney shook, too, and tears from her eyes splashed on the
letter. She could not stop laughing, and to prove to herself that
she was not laughing about nothing she made haste to think of
something funny.
"What a funny poodle," she said, feeling as though she would
choke with laughter. "What a funny poodle! "
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