a Misfortune.

by Antonchekhov


Idid not expect to meet you here, said Sofya Petrovna, looking at
the ground and prodding at the last year´s leaves with thetip of
her parasol, and now I am glad we have met. I want to speak to you
serously and once for all. I beg you, Ivan Miaholovitch, if you
really love and respect me, please make an end of this persuit
of me you follow me about like a shadow, you are continually
looking at me not in a nice way, making love to me, writing me
strange letters, and... and I don't know where it's all going
to end

Why, what can come of it?
[ Ivan]said nothing. Sofya Petrovna walked on a few steps and
continued:
And this complete transformation in you all came about in the course
of two weeks, after five years' friendship. I don't know you, Ivan Miah
lovitch.

Sofya petrovna stole a glance at her companion. Screwing up his eyes,
he was looking intently at the fluffy clouds. his face looked angry, ill-
humoured, and preoccupied, like that of a man in pain forced to listen
nousense.

I wonder why you don't see it yourself, [ Sofya] went on.

we can talk about this topic and revew something with the
students in class, I know that this is going to help as to think
more. This topic deal with mltiple selection and the students
are going to choice one.