“After the festive dinner with its eight courses and its endless conversation, Olga Mihalovna, whose husband's name- day was being celebrated, went out into the garden. the duty of smiling and talking incessantly, the clatter of the crockery, the stupidity of the courses, and the stays she had put on to conceal her condition from the visitors, wearied her to exhaustion. She lnged to get away from the house, to sit in the shade and rest her heart with thoughts of the baby which was to be born to her in another two months. She was used to these thoughts coming to her as she turned to the left out of the big avenue into the narrow path. Here in the thick shade of the plums and cherrytrees the dry branches used to scratch her neck and shoulders; a spider's web would settle on her face, and there would rise up in her mind the image of a little creature of undetermined sex and undefined features, and it began to seem as though it were not the spider's web that tickled her face and neck caressingly, but that little creature. ...“
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