According to experienced ladies and Moscow dentists, dental pain is of three kinds: rheumatic, nervous and kostoednaya; but look at you face the unfortunate Dybkina and you will be clear that his pain is not suited to any of these varieties. It seems that the devil himself with devils stuck in his teeth and claws works there, teeth and horns. The poor fellow's head bursts, drills in the ear, is green in his eyes, scratching his nose. He kept both hands on the right cheek, running from corner to corner and yells good mate ... - Yes, give to me! - He shouted, stamping his feet. - Shot dead, the devil take you! Hang myself! Cook advises him to rinse teeth with vodka, mother - to attach to the cheek grated horseradish with kerosene; sister recommends cologne mixed with ink smeared his aunt gums iodine ... But all these means he stinks drugs became stupid and began to yell even louder ... It is one of only neisprobovannoe means - to put a bullet in his forehead, or drunk in one gulp three bottle of brandy, stunned and fall asleep ... But at last is an intelligent man, who advises Dybkinu go on Tverskaya Street, the house Zagvozdkin, where he lives dentist Karkman vomiting teeth instantly, without pain and cheap - at cost price. Dybkin grabs this idea, like a drunken merchant to the railing, puts on his coat and rushes in a cab at this address. Here's Garden, Tver ... Flashed Sioux Filippov, Aye, Gabay ... Here, finally, a sign: "Dentist YA Karkman." Stop! Dybkin jumping from the cab and screaming running up the stone stairs. He presses the button of the bell with such fury, that breaks his elegant nail.
