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The Silence of Fider Petrovich
Ivan Illyich was in a state of stupefied misery. He and his pain were being thrust into a narrow, deep black sack. But though they were pushed further and further in, they could not be pushed to the bottom. And this terrible enough in itself was accompanied by suffering. The same shaded candle was there, and the same unceasing pain. Go away, Garossim, he whispered. It's all right, sir. I'll stay for a while. No, go away. Are you in great pain? Always the same. Take some opium, he agreed and took some. His wife returned late at night on Tiptoe,. She came