"Rayisa, too, said I would choke myself."
The thought frightened him, clearly alluding to something he did not want to remember. Then he tried insistently to evoke some desire which might help him to befool himself, to conceal the unavoidable, that which had already been determined.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Eleven."
"Early still."
"Early," confirmed the host, and both were silent. Then Melnikov proposed:
"Let's live together, eh?"
"I don't know."
"What?"
"What will happen," said Yevsey, after reflecting a moment.