I'm going through a series of short stories by Anton Chekhov. The one I read last was called Sorrow, in it a very poor man is taking his very sick wife to the hospital, to beg the local doctor for treatment. As he's describing how he'll do this to her, he notices that the snow isn't melting from her face and that she has gone stiff. Surprise, she's dead. The man regrets having beaten her all her life and treating her as a dog and begins to lose his mind. It is snowing very heavily, and he gets lost. He slumps over on his horse, and loses consciousness. He wakes up in the hospital, and he's lost all of his limbs to frostbite. End.
That one was called Sorrow. The very next story is called Misery. I can hardly wait.