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"Another Man's Wife" is a lesser-known short story by Fyodor Dostoevsky, exploring themes of love, infidelity, and the complexities of human relationships. The narrative revolves around a man who becomes infatuated with another man's wife, delving into the emotional turmoil and moral dilemmas that arise from his desires. Dostoevsky's characteristic psychological depth is evident as he examines the conflict between passion and societal norms, ultimately revealing the profound impacts of jealousy and betrayal on the lives of those involved.

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The lady's dog, who had till then been sleeping on a pillow in the corner,
suddenly awoke, sniffed strangers and rushed under the bed with a loud
bark.

"Oh, my God, what a stupid dog!" whispered Ivan Andreyitch; "it will get us
all into trouble. Here's another affliction!"

"Oh, well, you are such a coward, that it may well be so."

"Ami, Ami, come here," cried the lady; "ici, ici." But the dog, without
heeding her, made straight for Ivan Andreyitch.

"Why is it Amishka keeps barking?" said the old gentleman. "There must be
mice or the cat under there. I seem to hear a sneezing ... and pussy had a
cold this morning."

"Lie still," whispered the young man. "Don't twist about! Perhaps it will
leave off."

"Sir, let go of my hands, sir! Why are you holding them?"

"Hush! Be quiet!"

"But mercy on us, young man, it will bite my nose. Do you want me to lose
my nose?"

A struggle followed, and Ivan Andreyitch got his hands free. The dog broke
into volleys of barking. Suddenly it ceased barking and gave a yelp.

"Aïe!" cried the lady.

"Monster! what are you doing?" cried the young man. "You will be the ruin
of us both! Why are you holding it? Good heavens, he is strangling it! Let
it go! Monster! You know nothing of the heart of women if you can do that!
She will betray us both if you strangle the dog."

But by now Ivan Andreyitch could hear nothing. He had succeeded in catching
the dog, and in a paroxysm of self-preservation had squeezed its throat.
The dog yelled and gave up the ghost.

"We are lost!" whispered the young man.

"Amishka! Amishka," cried the lady. "My God, what are they doing with my
Amishka? Amishka! Amishka! Ici! Oh, the monsters! Barbarians! Oh, dear, I
feel giddy!"

"What is it, what is it?" cried the old gentleman, jumping up from his easy
chair. "What is the matter with you, my darling? Amishka! here, Amishka!
Amishka! Amishka!" cried the old gentleman, snapping with his fingers and
clicking with his tongue, and calling Amishka from under the bed. "Amishka,
ici, ici. The cat cannot have eaten him. The cat wants a thrashing, my
love, he hasn't had a beating for a whole month, the rogue. What do you
think? I'll talk to Praskovya Zaharyevna. But, my goodness, what is the
matter, my love? Oh, how white you are! Oh, oh, servants, servants!" and
the old gentleman ran about the room.

"Villains! Monsters!" cried the lady, sinking on the sofa.

"Who, who, who?" cried the old gentleman.

"There are people there, strangers, there under the bed! Oh, my God,
Amishka, Amishka, what have they done to you?"

"Good heavens, what people? Amishka.... Servants, servants, come here! Who
is there, who is there?" cried the old gentleman, snatching up a candle and
bending down under the bed. "Who is there?"

Ivan Andreyitch was lying more dead than alive beside the breathless corpse
of Amishka, but the young man was watching every movement of the old
gentleman. All at once the old gentleman went to the other side of the bed
by the wall and bent down. In a flash the young man crept out from under
the bed and took to his heels, while the husband was looking for his
visitors on the other side.

"Good gracious!" exclaimed the lady, staring at the young man. "Who are
you? Why, I thought...."

"That monster's still there," whispered the young man. "He is guilty of
Amishka's death!"

"Aïe!" shrieked the lady, but the young man had already vanished from the
room.

"Aïe! There is some one here. Here are somebody's boots!" cried the
husband, catching Ivan Andreyitch by the leg.

"Murderer, murderer!" cried the lady. "Oh, Ami! Ami!"

"Come out, come out!" cried the old gentleman, stamping on the carpet with
both feet; "come out. Who are you? Tell me who you are! Good gracious, what
a queer person!"

"Why, it's robbers!..."

"For God's sake, for God's sake," cried Ivan Andreyitch creeping out, "for
God's sake, your Excellency, don't call the servants! Your Excellency,
don't call any one. It is quite unnecessary. You can't kick me out!... I am
not that sort of person. I am a different case. Your Excellency, it has all
been due to a mistake! I'll explain directly, your Excellency," exclaimed
Ivan Andreyitch, sobbing and gasping. "It's all my wife that is not my
wife, but somebody else's wife. I am not married, I am only.... It's my
comrade, a friend of youthful days."

"What friend of youthful days?" cried the old gentleman, stamping. "You are
a thief, you have come to steal ... and not a friend of youthful days."

"No, I am not a thief, your Excellency; I am really a friend of youthful
days.... I have only blundered by accident, I came into the wrong place."

"Yes, sir, yes; I see from what place you've crawled out."

"Your Excellency! I am not that sort of man. You are mistaken. I tell you,
you are cruelly mistaken, your Excellency. Only glance at me, look at me,
and by signs and tokens you will see that I can't be a thief. Your
Excellency! Your Excellency!" cried Ivan Andreyitch, folding his hands and
appealing to the young lady. "You are a lady, you will understand me....
It was I who killed Amishka.... But it was not my fault.... It was really
not my fault.... It was all my wife's fault. I am an unhappy man, I am
drinking the cup of bitterness!"

"But really, what has it to do with me that you are drinking the cup of
bitterness? Perhaps it's not the only cup you've drunk. It seems so, to
judge from your condition. But how did you come here, sir?" cried the old
gentleman, quivering with excitement, though he certainly was convinced by
certain signs and tokens that Ivan Andreyitch could not be a thief. "I ask
you: how did you come here? You break in like a robber...."

"Not a robber, your Excellency. I simply came to the wrong place; I am
really not a robber! It is all because I was jealous. I will tell you all
about it, your Excellency, I will confess it all frankly, as I would to my
own father; for at your venerable age I might take you for a father."

"What do you mean by venerable age?"

"Your Excellency! Perhaps I have offended you? Of course such a young
lady ... and your age ... it is a pleasant sight, your Excellency, it
really is a pleasant sight such a union ... in the prime of life.... But
don't call the servants, for God's sake, don't call the servants ...
servants would only laugh.... I know them ... that is, I don't mean that
I am only acquainted with footmen, I have a footman of my own, your
Excellency, and they are always laughing ... the asses! Your Highness ...
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