FYODOR SOLOGUB: THE TINY MAN.
I.
Yakov Alexeyevitch Saranin scarcely reached medium size; his wife, Aglaya Nikiforovna, who came of tradesfolk, was tall and capacious. Even now, in the first year after their marriage, the twenty-year-old woman was so corpulent that beside her tiny and lean husband, she seemed a very giantess.
"What if she gets still bigger?" thought Yakov Alexeyevitch. He thought this, although he had married for love—of her and of the dowry.
The difference in the size of husband and wife not seldom evoked derisive remarks from their acquaintances. These frivolous jests poisoned Saranin's peace of mind and embarrassed Aglaya Nikiforovna.
Once, after an evening spent with his colleagues, when he had to bear no small amount of banter, Saranin returned home thoroughly out of temper.
Lying in bed beside Aglaya, he growled and began wrangling with his wife. Aglaya lazily and unwillingly replied in a drowsy voice: "What am I to do? It's not my fault."
