The Death of Ivan Ilyitch

He drew in a breath, stopped in the midst of a sigh, stretched out, and died.

They are sorry, but it will be better for them when I die.

From that moment the screaming began that continued for three days, and was so terrible that one could not hear it through two closed doors without horror.

wept like a child. He wept on account of his helplessness, his terrible loneliness

Ivan Ilych was left alone with the consciousness that his life was poisoned and was poisoning the lives of others, and that this poison did not weaken but penetrated more and more deeply into his whole being.

Three days of frightful suffering and the death! Why, that might suddenly, at any time, happen to me,"

The dead man lay, as dead men always lie,

"it is he who is dead and not I."

"There is no explanation! Agony, death… .What for?"

Then what does it mean? Why? It can't be that life is so senseless and horrible. But if it really has been so horrible and senseless, why must I die and die in agony? There is something wrong! "Maybe I did not live as I ought to have done," it suddenly occurred to him. "But how could that be, when I did everything properly?"