anya is dear, my friend, my wife. forgive me, don't call me a scoundrel, i did a crime. last, anya, how will i look at you now, what do you say? you about me now only your judgment is for me and the terrible game is hateful to me. i went with the thought to win back at least something and lost everything, anya, i don’t beg you to take pity on me, but it’s scary, i’m afraid, yours is not here. i can imagine how the whole first wife would lead in this situation, crap scandal for scandal, smart, anna grigoryevna allows this passion to be liquidated herself. he plays his wife's skirts to pawn. that is, they were days when they were great, the payoff, everything comes down. but when he saw that she was giving everything and the following, she here it will give itself. he cannot destroy her, so to speak, and asks. so he refused it, but for this it was necessary to possess colossal, of course, forces, which, again, if all this is said in a big way, only pets have. dostoevsky, you understand, the x hour has come again in his life, that drive from the roulette that stimulated his