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Ivan Ilyich is wasting away. He lies alone, dosed up on opium and deceived by doctors, haunted by memories and regrets. His friends come to see him, their faces masks of concern. His faithful servant tends to his every need. But as he forces down false remedies and listens to empty promises, Ivan grows aware of one terrible truth. His wife and his children are not awaiting his recovery. They are waiting for him to die ...  This book is a Penguin Red Classic.  To see other Penguin Reds, visit the minisite by clicking here. In the large Law Court building, during an adjournment of the Melvinsky trial, the members of the bench and the Public Prosecutor had come together in the office of Ivan Yegorovich Shebek, and the conversation touched on the celebrated Krasovsky case. Fyodor Vasilyevich argued vehemently that it was beyond their jurisdiction, Ivan Yegorovich had his own view and was sticking to it, while Pyotr Ivanovich, who had kept out of the discussion at the outset and was still not contributing, was perusing a copy of The Gazette which had just been delivered. 'Gentlemen!’ he said. 'Ivan Ilyich is dead.’ 'Is he really?’ 'Here you are. Read it yourself,’ he said to Fyodor Vasilyevich, handing him the paper, fresh off the press and still smelling. There was an announcement within a black border: 'It is with profound sorrow that Praskovya Fyodorovna Golovina informs family and friends that her beloved husband, Ivan Ilyich Golovin, Member of the Court of Justice, passed away on the 4th of February this year, 1882. The funeral will take place on Friday at 1 p.m.’ Ivan Ilyich had been a colleague of the gentlemen assembled there, and they had all liked him. He had been ill for several weeks, and the word was that his illness was incurable. His post had been kept open for him, but there was an understanding that in the event of his death Alexeyev would step into his place, and Alexeyev’s place would be taken by either Vinnikov or Shtabel. So, the first thought that occurred to each of the assembled gentlemen on hearing the news of his death was how this death might affect his own prospects, and those of their acquaintances, for transfer or promotion. 'I’m sure to get Shtabel’s job now, or Vinnikov’s,’ thought Fyodor Vasilyevich. 'They promised me ages ago, and a promotion like that would give me another eight hundred roubles a year, plus expenses.’ 'I must apply to have my brother-in-law transferred from Kaluga,’ thought Pyotr Ivanovich. 'My wife will be delighted. She won’t be able to tell me I never do anything for her people.’ 'I had a feeling he wasn’t going to get better,’ said Pyotr Ivanovich. 'It’s sad.’ 'What was actually wrong with him?’ 'The doctors couldn’t decide. Well, they could, but they all decided differently. The last time I saw him I thought he was going to come through it.’ 'And I hadn’t been to see him since Christmas. I kept meaning to go.’ 'Was he all right financially?’ 'His wife had a bit of money, I think. Nothing very much.’

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