The Living Corpse. In Moscow, toward the end of the 19th Century, it was a gypsy singer, her grave gypsy songs, and the sultry, southern wines which drew Fedya Protasov away from his home and a sweet wife who tried helplessly to forget him. But Fedya, despite his weak lips and wanton tastes, was not the total wreckage that he seemed. For one thing, he never took advantage of the passion innocently offered him by his beloved Masha, the gypsy. For another, he never told lies, so that rather than commit the...
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