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He was conscious but of the purely physical
sensation of heaviness in all his frame and particularly in his
breast, and then it also seemed to him that it was always
twilight, and even though the sun was still high in the sky--
everything on earth looked dark and melancholy.
The funeral was arranged by Mayakin. Hastily and briskly he was
bustling about in the rooms, making much clatter with the heels
of his boots; he cried at the household help imperiously, clapped
his godson on the shoulder, consoling him:
"And why are you petrified? Roar and you will feel relieved. Your
father was old--old in body. Death is prepared for all of us, you
cannot escape it--consequently you must not be prematurely torpid.
You cannot bring him to life again with your sorrow, and your grief
is unnecessary to him, for it is said: 'When the body is robbed of
the soul by the terrible angels, the soul forgets all relatives and
acquaintances,' which means that you are of no consequence to him
now, whether you cry or laugh. But the living must care for the
living.


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