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THE DEATH OF IVÁN ILÍCH
"What do you want now? To live? To live how? To live as you live in the court, when the bailiff proclaims, 'The court is coming!' The court is coming, the court is coming!" he repeated to himself. "Here is the court! But I am not guilty!" he shouted in anger. "For what?" And he stopped weeping and, turning his face to the wall, began to think of nothing but this one thing: "Why, for what is all this terror?"
But, no matter how much he thought, he found no answer. And when the thought occurred to him, and it occurred to him often, that all this was due to the fact that he had not lived in the proper way, he immediately recalled all the regularity of his life, and dispelled this strange thought.
