The Duel by Aleksandr Kuprin — Read

When Romashov reached Nikoläiev's house about five o'clock, he noticed with surprise that his happy humour of the morning and confidence that the day would be a success had given place to an inexplicable, painful nervousness. He felt assured that this nervousness had not come over him all at once, but had begun much earlier in the day, though he did not know when. It was likewise clear to him that this feeling of nervousness had gradually and imperceptibly crept over him. What did it mean? But such incidents were not new to him; even from his early childhood he had experienced them, and he knew, too, that he would not regain his mental balance until he had discovered the cause of the disturbance. He remembered, for instance, how he had worried himself for a whole day, and that it was not till evening that he called to mind that, in the forenoon, when passing a railway crossing, he had been startled and alarmed by a train rushing past, and this had disturbed his balance. Directly, however, the cause was discovered he at once became happy and lighthearted. The question now was to review in inverted order the events and experiences of the day. Svidierski's millinery shop and its perfumes; the hire and payment of Leib, the best cabdriver in the town; the visit to the post-office to set his watch correctly; the lovely morning; Stepan? No, impossible. In Romashov's pocket lay a rouble laid by for him. But what could it be then?

In the street, opposite to the Nikoläievs', stood three two-horse carriages, and two soldiers held by the reins a couple of saddle-horses -- the one, Olisár's, a dark-brown old gelding, newly purchased from a cavalry officer; the other Biek-Agamalov's chestnut mare, with fierce bright eyes.