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And so on one occasion, unable to endure my solitude and knowing that as it was Thursday Anton Antonitchs door would be closed, I thought of Simonov. Climbing up to his fourth storey I was thinking that the man disliked me and that it was a mistake to go and see him. But as it always happened that such reflections impelled me, as though purposely, to put myself into a false position, I went in.