still for ten minutes, lost in thought. A physiognomist studying his face
censorship of the day. For if the troika were drawn by his heroes,
eyes!... I believe the general was afterwards declared incapable of
two days previously, before Alyosha, the last time he saw him in the dark,
trembled with fear. For a whole hour afterwards, the old man was shaking
disease, and so on.
took it all in and noted it at once—most of all the look in Smerdyakov’s
“Yes, yes,” the boys repeated enthusiastically.
them see how beautifully I dance....”
“Stay!” cried Fyodor Pavlovitch, in a transport of delight. “So you do
“That means that she is convinced he will die. It’s because she is
chocolate, tried to fascinate me. There’s not much true shame about her, I
“ ‘Then it was, but now it isn’t.’
need to go there ... not the slightest need ... he must raise no alarm ...
discord could be ended. But his chief anxiety concerned the elder. He
feeling.
are represented—sometimes there are robbers and battles, too—and isn’t
lock‐up. It’s a gloomy, cold, foggy autumn day, a capital day for hunting.
truth and demand the same lies from others. Here I have for once in my
“You force me to go to that damned Tchermashnya yourself, then?” cried
extraordinary air, remarkable in the circumstances”; that he had “marched
“unalterable” plan to procure that “accursed money” before evening. “And
by not understanding! Every day that I had that fifteen hundred sewn up
better he has come now, at such a moment, and not the day before
that she was there, with him, with his rival, in his arms, and perhaps
with Ivan, almost uneducated, and the two brothers were such a contrast in
tortured by their own choice. For they have cursed themselves, cursing God
think he was trying to show off his knowledge and to prove that he was
concerned.—TRANSLATOR’S NOTE.
particularly liked listening to me then and they made the men listen.
the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with active links or immediate
on the way down to the cellar, you know. You mentioned the very spot.”
“On the contrary, I am very happy. I’ve only just been reflecting for the
action is far more difficult than you think. It is that which has
other hand, if he had said nothing about the money, but had committed the
beginning from some miserable trifle, how I got up, what I had for
him. He was entirely convinced that his brother had done it, and he was
the son of lies, and that will be enough. Only ... my angel ... I may
“Here,” he said quietly.
message from him. And do you know what that man has been to me? Five years
happening. When they began filling up the grave, he suddenly pointed
you more, infinitely more than three thousand, I remember it all now, but
ordered the best counsel, the most learned one, too. So he loves her, if
axiom with the Russian boy, and not only with the boys but with their
they see freedom. And what follows from this right of multiplication of
them, at the moment when you made up your mind to ask forgiveness at the
if I shed tears of repentance.”
if we don’t meet for twenty years afterwards, let us always remember how
of the prisoner having committed robbery! ‘I shall beg from every one, and
life after his deep sleep in the day he seemed suddenly to have found new
And can Katerina Ivanovna, with her intelligence, her morbid
and sat down again. Perhaps the impossibility of moving irritated him, as
“Grushenka? No, brother, he doesn’t despise her. Since he has openly
of no importance, Fenya and her mother, for instance, but the effect of it
understand them at the time. He died the third week after Easter. He was
Karamazov case agitated him profoundly: “It was a case that might well be
“Dear me, how everything comes together to‐day!” she chattered on again.
all the Divine Truth, softening, reconciling, forgiving! My life is
Païssy, and, bending forward, prepared to listen to the conversation he
drank little, only one glass of punch, and kept a sharp look‐out on
lot of them, and all little. You put them in the mouth and crack.”
unreasonable, and so he had to make haste to get there and back. So he
science and realism now. After all this business with Father Zossima,
his father and have always believed that he had been unfairly treated by
thousand millions of happy children who have known no sin. And we who have
terribly disappointed,” Alyosha said emphatically.
“Two places beyond her there is a little fair woman, she is prettier.”
what it is! And he was jealous of me just now, so as to put the blame on
at last they have vanquished freedom and have done so to make men happy.
shop. There’s no time to lose. Last time I drove with Timofey, but Timofey
“If so I’ll go straight to the Father Superior—to the Father Superior,”
gave his evidence to the investigating lawyer Ivan said nothing, for the
I am in good spirits now, though I’ve a pain in my forehead ... and in the
capable of loving woman, for instance, and with a spiritual and elevated
it in his eyes, ‘You came of yourself, though.’ Oh, he didn’t understand,
“And you worry every one about you,” smiled Alyosha.
utmost to restrain himself, and suddenly realizing, with disgust, that he
going home, and that he had been nowhere. So he had been all the time in
patient would survive. “Though it might well be,” added Doctor
give up the idea of Smerdyakov; on the contrary, he meant to bring him
duty to stay here I never shall understand,” Marfa answered firmly.
wonder that men have been such fools as to let them grow old without
course, I was expecting something and he is right....” And he remembered
this unexpected circumstance that my mind was positively clouded. The
that a letter had come from him a month before. So that for a month, for a
“I’ll stop now. I won’t say any more. Enough of it!” said Mitya, losing
And again she burst into tears, but clung tight to Mitya’s hand and did
squandered the money he had stolen after the murder of his father. And a
impatience to hear the new fact. Minutely and diffusely Mitya told them
priest, he had not noticed the road. He had no revengeful feeling for
“Well, now it’s _lajdak_! What’s he scolding about?” said Grushenka,
She gave way to him, oh, she had given way to him for years. The one
back to me. Here’s your money ... because I am in great need of them ...
own eyes the hind lie down with the lion and the victim rise up and
don’t know.... And Bulkin’s father thrashed him on account of our powder,
pestle. Then he jumped back into the garden and spent five minutes over
the great thing, to know how to take every one. Once Belyavsky—he was a
make a few remarks about the character‐sketch of Smerdyakov drawn with
without knowing why. But the elder was no longer watching him. He had
understands what it has all been for. All the religions of the world are
cut their heads off, for they keep back progress. Would you believe it,
sometimes be.
know it’s serious, and I’ll run over and fix it up. I’ll snatch the time
“No,” said Mitya, looking again at the bundle, and as though not trusting
“You don’t know, but you see God? No, you are not some one apart, you are
folk destroy the true faith. The dead man, your saint,” he turned to the
insinuation and that he had expected in this court to be secure from
did for instance, if he’d seen those notes before, and perhaps had put
took a sudden dislike to me. He was always down upon me, but I had
The woman guffawed. But Kolya was by now a long way off, marching along
Though swollen and red and tender!
one such novice, failing to fulfill some command laid upon him by his
They began to wash. Pyotr Ilyitch held the jug and poured out the water.
I bowed down to him for that money. I saw that.... I felt it at once at
And, you know, Pyotr Ilyitch is anything but a coward. He at once took up
will see. Hush!”
But Father Zossima, on entering the portico, went first straight to the
after we are thirty, indeed, there may be nothing else to stand on.... But
Christ risen, but because he wanted to believe, before he saw. Look at the
“The medical experts have striven to convince us that the prisoner is out
“I said just now that I would not venture to touch upon my client’s
a fortnight afterwards, he came to me every evening, still preparing
or salt cabbage and wholemeal stirabout. On Saturday white cabbage soup,
“Here is perhaps the one man in the world whom you might leave alone
from detection. Oh! these sudden and irresistible impulses come so often
shining settings, and, next them, carved cherubims, china eggs, a Catholic
tomb. He practically acknowledged at the time that that was the only
alone with the peasants, who stood in silence, never taking their eyes off
said it, I should be angry with him. It is only with you I have good
I have forgotten, by the way, to mention that Kolya Krassotkin was the boy
babbled Maximov.
not tell you anything about money—about three thousand roubles?”
must therefore have been a man of great strength, coolness, decision and
“but it’s my fault, my fault. I began it! Ivan spoke angrily, wrongly.
a peasant, understand in such an affair?” All the four officials in the
When he described how he made up his mind at last to make the “signal” to
once I am taken prisoner by the enemies of the Christian race, and they
which are even a greater menace to Russia than the premature decay, due to
in a supplicating voice.
reserve, waited to be questioned, answered precisely and deliberately.
kind heart.”
dirty clothes, muddy boots, and in spite of the vigilance and expert
He looked at me, all of a tremble. ‘Well,’ thought I, ‘if he’s so
influenced the sinister and fatal outcome of the trial.
“But not in a duel,” cried my second again.
Chapter VIII. Over The Brandy
is not a monster, as she called him!
to speak of the artisans and the peasants. The artisans of
“Alyosha, tell me the whole truth, as you would before God. Do you believe
brownish color, especially one at the edge, a tall, bony woman, who looked
last spring. Well, you know what our preparatory class is—a lot of small
prison gate. It was beginning to get dusk. But Alyosha knew that he would
it?” Kolya thought with a shudder.)
“_Jesus saith unto them, Fill the waterpots with water. And they filled
I’ve forgotten it. Now what do you think you’re going to her to‐day to
miracle. But Thou didst not know that when man rejects miracle he rejects
cursed innovation ... he wouldn’t imitate their foolery,” other voices
thoughts, and this is not the place to look into that soul—its turn will
feeling.
say. I have it in my heart to say something more to you, for I feel that
“Good‐by, Karamazov? Will you come yourself?” he cried sharply and angrily
however.
is sincere, there will be new feeling and new meaning in it, which will
lock‐up. It’s a gloomy, cold, foggy autumn day, a capital day for hunting.
contrary, he was hastening there as though expecting to find guidance from
Russia, on our students and schoolboys of to‐day. ‘Show a Russian
awe of his opinion, though he was a great philosopher himself; “self‐
the sofa. “If he stood up he’d be six foot three.” The thought flitted
their small savings. But Grigory decided then, once for all, that “the
up to him again for a blessing.
But I will not describe the details. At last the jury rose to retire for
very obtuse as regards the feelings and sensations of others—partly from
“Look alive, Marya, or you’ll get the stick!”
“Then I didn’t quite understand you,” said Katerina Ivanovna slowly,
The captain ran eagerly to meet Kolya.
sharp!”
Mitya would have said something more, but he broke off and went out. He
a post‐mortem next day on the body. But he was particularly interested in
“I will certainly speak to some one, I’ll go at once,” said Pyotr Ilyitch,
agree with her, he almost always appealed to Kolya Krassotkin, and his
After three o’clock the rush of worldly visitors was greatly increased and
money on such an orgy that the new major was obliged to reprimand me.
The third‐class fellows wrote an epigram on it:
slipped back at once, and fell to gazing in at the window again. The old
Chapter II. Smerdyakov With A Guitar
“I took it off my neck, gentlemen, off this very neck ... it was here,
“One head is good, but two are better,” the prosecutor put in impatiently.
He was wearing his coarse gown girt with a rope. His bare chest, covered
Nastasya, go to them’—that is to you. I have come; I was yesterday at the
turn a shopman out of his seat, but that was done almost unconsciously,
with that! God forgive him! You wait, I’ll make it hot for Katerina at the
expression, beyond his age indeed, although the young man sometimes looked
touched on his favorite topic. “To my thinking ... Ah, you boys! You
gentleman impressively. “You are really angry with me for not having
“Good Lord, you’ve nearly killed me! Why don’t you look where you’re
I began quoting epigrams. ‘Is that you, Boileau? What a funny get‐up!’ and
summer‐house. If Dmitri were not there, thought Alyosha, he would not
priceless! And some of them, on my word, are not inferior to you in
never mind.”
to lock himself in at night, and even if Grigory Vassilyevitch comes to
“It’s here, sir, here, sir,” he muttered cringingly; “it’s here, you’ve
The court usher took the document she held out to the President, and she,
“Ilusha, darling, he’s the one who loves his mamma!” she said tenderly,
Alyosha listened to him in silence.
had been, was a rosy‐cheeked young man in a sort of shabby hunting‐jacket,
Alyosha suddenly recollected that on coming out of the summer‐house the
more natural for him to look to the left where, among the public, the
In a very bad humor he went straight home, and suddenly remembered Fenya.
During the last year the old man had taken to studying the Apocryphal
joy. Those who disagreed with the verdict seemed crushed, shrugged their
and that he had just killed some one. He confessed it all to me, and
and apparently so cautious, should suddenly visit such an infamous house
“What is there to explain, gentlemen?” Mitya shrugged his shoulders
is a peculiar characteristic of many people, this love of torturing
“Now, I know myself, I am annoyed, I shall lose my temper and begin to
five years, and atone for the wrong with marriage.... So I knew it was all
“They laid me on the bed. I knew I’d be the other side of the partition,
signs of wanting to tell me something. This had become quite evident,
that question somehow. But I’ll find out from him why you hate him so.”
fight, why did not you let me alone?”
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with some one to see her; but she had not taken to him. But here she
cart. Horses were being taken out of the shafts, men were running to and
delighted at the invitation. “And, believe me, we’ve all given our word to
the time he was being removed, he yelled and screamed something
that he had pictured the fatal moment beforehand, but had only pictured
capitalist in this town to compare with you, and so would save me from ...
hands on his shoulders. His face became suddenly quite pale, so that it
revered, Father Païssy himself, for instance. And so Alyosha, untroubled
was approaching Moscow, he suddenly roused himself from his meditation.
look at him at all. I was quite ill from anxiety, and my heart was full of
“Oh, no; there are people of deep feeling who have been somehow crushed.
they were heard all over the church. But when the sacrament was carried in
matter?’ in my cowardliness, but she, after five years in torment, as soon
had appeared at that time. He comes on the scene in my poem, but He says
the cell but Father Païssy, Father Iosif, and the novice Porfiry. The
roll or bun in the market, she would hand it to the first child she met.
certainly. Is that your little girl?”
thing I will tell you, Prohorovna. Either he will soon come back to you,
the present case we have nothing against it.”
lying? They will be convinced that we are right, for they will remember
give him twenty thousand to take care of for me without a receipt; but he
looking peasant lad, about eighteen, joined us; he had to hurry back next
alone against the whole school.”
stinking dog? Of the murderer? We’ve talked enough of him. I don’t want to
“It’s like clouds coming over; the clouds pass and we have music again.
to swindle without a moral sanction. He is so in love with truth—”
his wine‐glass with relish.
right thing to do ... but why, I can’t understand....”
had never read a single book. The two merchants looked respectable, but
incident could give rise to such a resolution in you?”
eyes on her and could not take them off. Here she was, that awful woman,
loss of that flower.
visit me every day.”
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It was dreadfully late when he waked. It was somewhere about nine o’clock.
father. The old man had sent for this giant, not because he was afraid of
is not sordid; on the contrary, full of fine feeling.... No, Lise, I have
in the corner, by the little bed, Ilusha’s little boots, which the
money was Katerina Ivanovna’s, and so, it’s extremely surprising to me
“Well, must I take off my shirt, too?” he asked sharply, but Nikolay
told me the main idea three days before, and we began quarreling about it
you, because I like you and want to save you, for all you need is the
there was a great human bond between us. I have thought a great deal about
“I don’t care ... where you like.”
Ivan started. He remembered Alyosha.
Herzenstube came, and he was so alarmed that I didn’t know what to do for
cannot solve himself. If he murdered him, he murdered him, and what’s the
perfect freedom, yet they have brought their freedom to us and laid it
They were so crumpled and so short that he looked as though he had grown
he stood in the way to prevent me passing. ‘Where is she? Where is she?’
continually asking himself, why was it that on that last night in Fyodor
she’s sitting down below now, Grushenka. I carried her off here to Mokroe
Suddenly she snatched his hand and impulsively kissed it three times.
but if not, I shan’t be thrusting him upon his father.”
perhaps, your prayer for their rest will rise up to God though you knew
expected it then, that’s true! I wanted the murder, I did want the murder!
Book XI. Ivan
time—the position of the ecclesiastical courts. After discussing several
mock at him, not from malice but because it amused them. This
elders, to see and hear whom pilgrims had flocked for thousands of miles
“Oh, what are you doing?” cried Lise. Alyosha was terribly abashed.
come to the wrong place. “How is this? Where am I?” he muttered, not
To anticipate things: he did, perhaps, know where to get the money, knew,
meaning of his murdering him without having murdered him—who can make head
foundations, or is it, perhaps, a complete lack of such principles among
I am asking, do you hear?”
already crying out for vengeance, for, after having ruined his soul and
looked steadily at the President, turning her eyes neither to the right
Petrovitch when he was hardly thirteen, entering a Moscow gymnasium, and
obscurely, lay in the fact that to have that sum he knew of, to _have the
Grigory’s face). There was scarcely a white spot on it, and it had not
peasant class during interrogation, and if he did not win their respect,
pestle—why he was bound to look at that pestle as a weapon, to snatch it
Herzenstube came, and he was so alarmed that I didn’t know what to do for
Mitya did not once pull Kalganov up. At last they let the young man go,
the might that has overawed him for ever. But Thou didst think too highly
“That’s blood, Fenya,” he said, looking at her with a strange expression.
the earth a weak boy, but he rose up a resolute champion, and he knew and
such a moment may strike you as unnatural? But he assures us himself that
nothing to me.’ But as this attack of Smerdyakov’s was bound to throw the
Karamazov case agitated him profoundly: “It was a case that might well be
that, I didn’t create it, I am not answerable for it. Well, they’ve chosen
might have sight or sound of me. I was a silly slip of a girl; I used to
all, mends and washes, sweeps the floor, puts mamma to bed. And mamma is
she, too, was passing through an inward struggle, and was in a state of
flamed up at the sight of her asleep, and then vindictive, jealous anger
year, on such a day, in such a place, the investigating lawyer of such‐
to beg you to go to him with me. Would you believe it, when he was
reformer will never do anything in Russia, even if he is sincere in heart
heart? Oh, Thou didst know that Thy deed would be recorded in books, would
“Well, damn him, then! I don’t know either,” swore Mitya. “A scoundrel of
continually on the increase. You must admit that. Consequently the
“Oh, yes, everything.... That is ... Why do you suppose I shouldn’t
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his will was strong enough “in some of the affairs of life,” as he
will henceforth be spent in painful brooding over your own feelings, your
cut off. Is that so or not, Grigory Vassilyevitch?”
must be stopped at once! Believe me, your reverence, I had no precise
“But I am not fibbing, it’s all the truth; the truth is unhappily hardly
quite different. “Is it loathing for my father’s house?” he wondered.
“You are speaking of your love, Ivan?”
preparations to go to Petersburg, with what object he could not himself
I do not know whether the witnesses for the defense and for the
his imagination, but with no immediate results.
the bed and Perezvon darted up by Ilusha. The boy threw both arms round
the defense he was keeping back, and betrayed it in its most improbable
with him to the Snegiryovs’, but warned him on no account to say he was
“It’s time we were off,” he said, “it’s late, we shall be shut out of the
“Show us the powder, too,” she drawled with a smile of entreaty.
thought. The thought that his victim might have become the wife of another
Chapter II. The Duel
linen was not over‐clean and his wide scarf was very threadbare. The
And where’er the grieving goddess
somewhere, on the edge of the horizon. So to the country of the _Last of
him speak of it to others in your presence?” the prosecutor inquired
that he realized it all, all, from the first word, and guessed the whole
Ivan was called to give evidence.
stood still in silence and with an ironical air watched his son going
“Excuse me. How’s that? Why, when you were here a month ago you spent
never dreamed that you of all people had such contempt for her! Does she
He, too, at the marriage of Cana in Galilee....
preserved from of old, unbroken and in its greatest purity,” said Father
so?”
to say to each other.”
other half of the sum could nowhere be discovered, shows that that money
crime” have been gathered together at the house of the executive
“It was a joke.... I don’t see of what interest that can be to you.... I
happiness.”
“and indeed he is not an officer at all now. He served in the customs in
monastery probably believe that there’s a ceiling in hell, for instance.
at once. And I won’t delay you more than that. You can go to Venice. The
Oh, for some remedy I pray
aberration. He came in shouting, ‘Money, money, three thousand! Give me
needed money; oh, far more than for carousing with his mistress. If she
Ferapont crazily. “I’ve come here to drive out your visitors, the unclean
million times baser in soul than she, and that these lofty sentiments of
figure suggested the lines of the Venus of Milo, though already in
Chapter III. A Meeting With The Schoolboys
“Well, Father, I will follow Pyotr Alexandrovitch! I am not coming to see
moment. She spoke softly but clearly, so that she was heard all over the
“He is here somewhere, no doubt—under that table with the material
“But he gained that glory not because he was an elder, but because he was
faith who, when his head was cut off at last, stood up, picked up his
Karamazov cannot be called a father and does not deserve to be. Filial
Yesterday he brought me an apple. Forgive your own mother—forgive a poor
Katerina. _Ici_, Perezvon!”
breaks did not deter him. He leapt instantly over the gaps, and struggled
voice. “It’s he who’s murdered him! He’s robbed him! No one else knew
to him, that the crowd immediately makes way for the guards, and in the
one night and the following day, and had come back from the spree without
more readily than to myself. And I am not a bit ashamed with you, not a
love men genuinely, I’ve been greatly calumniated! Here when I stay with
She is at home with toothache. He he he!”
It was the end of June, and our meeting was to take place at seven o’clock
“Aren’t you ashamed? What have I done to you?” he cried.
“Oh, don’t take her name in vain! I’m a scoundrel to bring her into it.
invent three questions, such as would not only fit the occasion, but
bear to hear certain words and certain conversations about women. There
enlightened Russian atheist and mix it with the soul of the prophet Jonah,
scrupulously twice a day invariably, and was very fond of cleaning his
something of my words.
“Animal? And what sort of cards were you playing with just now? I gave you
idea he put on his wadded winter overcoat with its catskin fur collar,
reserve, waited to be questioned, answered precisely and deliberately.
a disdainful and contemptuous air.
said to him. “We’ll look after him. My brother gave you a terrible blow—on
greatest of his days? Think only where he is now, at this moment!”
really are not like every one else, here you are not ashamed to confess to
moment pass! For what would have happened, I reflected, what would have
with me, with a drunken old man and young harlots ... though you’re like
by to Ilusha. But on seeing that precious little face, which for the last
that he was serene, and they waited, feeling that “such a man” had not
them, she would not have touched a farthing. She scarcely ever went to
penny this time, for the general’s widow was furious. She gave them
mysticism. Ippolit Kirillovitch had been, indeed, carried away by his own
fish and kasha with the cabbage soup. From Monday till Saturday evening,
was at the disposal of the little Pole with the pipe. But this all seemed
insinuation and that he had expected in this court to be secure from
soul to God.
“N—no, Sicily is not the place for the family, the family should go to
business connected with their estate. They had been staying a week in our
“I swear, Alyosha,” he cried, with intense and genuine anger at himself;
either, but will only venture to observe that if a lofty and high‐
“Hold him! Hold him!” he cried, and dashed after Dmitri. Meanwhile Grigory
Grushenka, when she will come to me.’ He scrawled it himself in silence
one else. His whole countenance suddenly changed. The solemn and tragic
her hand, acted the part of keeper, and began to “show them.”
literal sense, but morally there were. If you were like me, you’d know
lips that were at times curved into something between a sneer and a smile.
kill my father?”
along the fence at the four sides. There were apple‐trees, maples, limes
yourself harm,” observed Nikolay Parfenovitch nervously.
How can such a one fight? what is he fit for? He is capable perhaps of
feeding him. Richard himself describes how in those years, like the
they came of age their portions had been doubled by the accumulation of
hands. “Save me!” she almost groaned. “Is there any one in the world I
laughed a pitiful, helpless little laugh. She called Fenya and told her to
reports, performances and research. They may be modified and printed and
to Grushenka. I don’t know whether he saw her, but in the evening he was
Good God, my children will understand, perhaps, what my punishment has
people may never degenerate, as often happens, on the moral side into
his mind to move heaven and earth to return Katerina Ivanovna that three
illness and the almost inevitable sentence hanging over Mitya, Grushenka
not afraid then of arousing suspicion?”
dancing, though her eyes followed him wherever he went. But in another
she did not need his answer.
anything but black bread and water. If she went into an expensive shop,
rather large crimson bruise.
myself and they all draw back, though they don’t go away altogether, they
shall I describe the state the ladies were in? I thought they would create
where Father Ferapont’s cell stood. “Maybe he will speak as you are a
Book VI. The Russian Monk
house. How could he help telling him, indeed? ‘He would have killed me, I
they carried her away. When the scene was over, he came to himself again,
which is so often seen, though only for a moment, in such over‐wrought
knew that he ought to get up and show anger, and Smerdyakov stood before
“Don’t cry, mother,” he would answer, “life is paradise, and we are all in
“And you could refuse to forgive her when she begged your forgiveness
large chest covered with a rug, and instantly fell asleep.
his elbow on the table, and laid his right cheek against his hand. Mitya
So this Smerdyakov became Fyodor Pavlovitch’s second servant, and was
first word. Now I have said it, I feel I’ve taken the first step and shall
“Ivan,” said Mitya suddenly, “suggests my escaping; but, of course, he
Kolya smiled mysteriously. “Listen, Karamazov, I’ll tell you all about it.
myself. I boasted to Rakitin that I had given away an onion, but to you
Then Fyodor Pavlovitch had one misfortune after another to put up with
She entreats you to accept her help.... You have both been insulted by the
‘in the hands of the living God,’ that’s how one must think of those
“But, of course, he believes in God.”
looked after him for almost a year. Afterwards he had looked after Ivan
‘all things are lawful’ and that’s the end of it! That’s all very
forgotten them. I remember only the answer to the President’s first and
right shoulder, but she did not notice it and did not put it back till she
there, go and wait at the Father Superior’s table.”
that those three questions of the dread spirit had perished utterly from
“Mother, darling, it’s for joy, not for grief I am crying. Though I can’t
point again. You see, I’m mixing everything up. I am in such a hurry. Why
help adoring her, how can I help crying out and rushing to her as I did
moment of bowing down to the sacrament, aroused by the expectation of the
of it in my story, if it had not exerted a very strong influence on the
suspected deceit and cheating, and was almost beside himself. And, indeed,
arms. Seeing a light in the little house to the right he went up, knocked
suddenly alarmed for his flowers, as though they wanted to take them from
up till midnight and even after midnight. And if Agrafena Alexandrovna
“Pay back the three thousand.”
become as bloodthirsty and keen‐sighted as a Caucasian eagle, while at the
“He doesn’t live here, and he’s not here just now. He is a peasant, he
with perfect composure and remarkable distinctness. “He looks on that
with particular care, Andrey’s account of the conversation he had had with
‘Do this for me’—some favor never asked before that could only be asked on
again before me, and I breathe now as I breathed then, with the breast of
neighborhood. I may add here, for myself personally, that I feel it almost
whipped. What would a schoolboy be if he were not whipped? And if I were
impossible not to think about it. He felt instinctively that this rivalry
everything—every disillusionment, every disgust with life. I’ve asked
“Oh, no, no! I dare not even think of that. But the future life—it is such
“That monk,” that is, the monk who had invited them to dine with the
‘Well,’ I said, ‘that’s a matter of taste; but you are a little spitfire.’
what difference does it make now?” he added, hopelessly. “If I’ve killed
extremely overheated. On the table there was a samovar that had gone out,
He ceased speaking suddenly, as though checking himself. After listening
to show every one how dirty they were—the scoundrel!”
fancied. He rushed up to him.
“Ech, every one is of use, Maximushka, and how can we tell who’s of most
tenderly, and with a sort of reverence took Katerina Ivanovna’s hand.
that’s a lie. He is an impostor. He is simply a devil—a paltry, trivial
‘Oh, crush him by mercy,’ cries the counsel for the defense; but that’s
repent of his past relations with Grushenka, and that she had no more
For one whole week she was unconscious. She was very much changed—thinner
venture to hazard the suggestion that he really had perhaps, by a terrible
himself is still here. Send for him. And in the hall, when you were
“This is absolutely irregular, Mihail Makarovitch!” he cried. “You are
the timidity on which the prosecutor so insisted. There was no simplicity
waited some time for his Prisoner to answer him. His silence weighed down
considered it the most disgraceful act of his life that when he had the
“How does he love you? How has he shown it, that you make such a fuss
“Oh, yes,” he laughed gloomily. “Of course I recognize it. Let me have a
to say. Alyosha knew that this actually happened sometimes. He knew, too,
the parricide to commemorate his exploit among future generations?
Yesterday he brought me an apple. Forgive your own mother—forgive a poor
“It’s from the Bible. ‘If I forget thee, Jerusalem,’ that is, if I forget
the details of what made up Mitya’s “romance,” so to say, on that night.
happening to the boy. Alyosha gazed for half a minute at the coffin, at
He sat down on the bench and made Alyosha sit down beside him.
greater spiritual agony would be forgotten for a moment. Moreover, that
at him. “No fear. I am sending you to father, and I know what I’m saying.
for bringing Alexey Fyodorovitch Karamazov to see you.”
“How was it you came just now, eh? Have you walked in!... I was
for some other reason, too.”
“Alexey Fyodorovitch,” she wrote, “I am writing to you without any one’s
“Buffoon!” blurted out the girl at the window.
had succeeded, it was said, in amassing a little fortune. There was only
rather large crimson bruise.
If his beard shakes when he talks and he gets cross, it’s all right, he is
her one salvation. She was hurt, insulted and humiliated in her feelings.
guilt had not been so firmly established, as that would have lessened the
was rather a peculiar man, of about five and thirty, inclined to be
set it all going and set my mind at rest.”
Kirillovitch, our prosecutor, and had become almost his bosom friend. He
back‐yard, ‘without boots on his feet and with his little trousers hanging
quickly forgot them, and forgot them for a long time, “abandoning himself
the horrid word. Just fancy, just fancy!”
some advantage to himself. But not having a shadow of the motive that the
flung it at the orator.
you see!”
brought him to show you.”
was warm and beautiful, the birds were singing.
with you. Look sharp! No news?”
“Look, your coat’s covered with blood, too!”
imagined that it had aroused such burning, such intense, interest in every
God’s truth—of that he had no more doubt than the weeping peasants and the
to me that about feelings you’ve no right to question me. I know that you
true that that’s the whole secret, but isn’t that suffering, at least for
idea of deceit. The truly jealous man is not like that. It is impossible
sort of dream again. Something shapeless and even incomprehensible. What
know, it’s not only about the foot, it had a good moral, too, a charming
dog, who relapsed again into obedient rigidity. The one thing that
up gods and challenged one another, “Put away your gods and come and
they carried her away. When the scene was over, he came to himself again,
And Mitya suddenly went off into his short, wooden laugh, startling
bring the money in.”
it now.”
“The three thousand,” thought Mitya, his heart almost stopping, “and at
drink from the springs of his soul—he was silent. But once he did drop a
“He’s a rascal, that’s what he is!” burst from Grigory. He looked
“No, I haven’t yet, but I certainly shall. You must explain a great deal
went up to the table, poured out half a glass of brandy from a decanter
with Grushenka?’ If he behaved wildly, drank, and made disturbances in the
“She won’t forgive everything,” said Dmitri, with a grin. “There’s
attentively and respectfully Ivan went on, addressing the elder with
insulted you dreadfully?”
fact down as a secondary confirmation of the circumstance that he had
one on the other.”
Smerdyakov with that murder is perfectly absurd.
... It’s the marriage, the wedding ... yes, of course. Here are the
so he felt at once entitled to fortify himself for the journey by another
his father.
room at the back of the shop. “They’ll give us a bottle here directly.
no more rebel nor destroy one another as under Thy freedom. Oh, we shall
vitally important for us to know exactly why you needed that sum, I mean
and drove all the disorderly women out of the house. In the end this
firmly believe that there has always been such a man among those who stood
“Who will be murdered?”
come, but don’t tell him beforehand, for perhaps I may go, but not go
beginning what I have not yet told any one else.” And I described all that
“No, not big.”
before inserting it, held it in two fingers in front of the candle.
“I am glad to hear it,” she snapped out maliciously, and she suddenly
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Chapter IV. A Hymn And A Secret
reflected upon it the evening before—from simple politeness, since it was
“But the little sticky leaves, and the precious tombs, and the blue sky,
felt a sudden twinge of gloom and loathing, which had immediately stirred
“If my suverin lady is permitting—” he was beginning.
too, want to prove I’m mad. I won’t have that! Katerina Ivanovna wants to
wheezed, scarcely audibly, beckoning to him with his finger.
“And did you believe he would do it?”
What he had heard threw Alyosha into great agitation. He ran to the
renamed.
Kolya ran out into the street.
This was the visit of Mitya of which Grushenka had spoken to Rakitin with
not I.”
“We proceeded to search him. The search angered, but encouraged him, the
lieu of a refund. If the second copy is also defective, you may demand a
that Mitya, seeing his painful exertions, immediately felt remorseful and
and rest at last, but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to
such motive in him beforehand, and every one saw, on the contrary, that
sins and poverty‐stricken appearance of our peasantry. They are not
expect some wickedness from you ... at the time.... I remember my
should be kept boiling all night to provide tea and punch for everyone to
still more sharply and irritably.
increasing his knowledge by practice. And yet he was himself a landowner.
horror, perhaps from disgust. And well it is that they stand aside, but
the pieces in the market‐place.”
brain, and was not at all surprised by an admission which Ivan had
“You may be sure I’ll make you answer!”
“I don’t advise you to; she’s upset and you’ll upset her more.”
went on serving him meals and making up his bed on the sofa. Grushenka had
but only of passive acquiescence; perhaps Smerdyakov was intimidated and
answer to the end, he announced that he was starting off in an hour to
“Why, I thought that it was because you guessed, that you went away in
opened the door than he found Madame Hohlakov standing before him. From
is a Christian is more to be dreaded than a socialist who is an atheist.’
“But the money? The three thousand?” Mitya exclaimed, awkwardly.
ill‐humoredly, “but I will spare myself your company, Fyodor Pavlovitch,
youthful beauty would lose its harmony by the age of thirty, would
Ivan bent down again with a perfectly grave face.
Where then was he to get the means, where was he to get the fateful money?
for the last month, any one can tell you that!... The fact stares you in
purposely used these words instead of “intentionally”) consulted a lawyer
us to tea, tea with liqueur (the ladies send him liqueur), and began
hand in hand.”
freedom worth, if obedience is bought with bread? Thou didst reply that
“How can I thank you, Kuzma Kuzmitch?” cried Mitya effusively.
one ever knew. But five or six months later, all the town was talking,
“He is a beast, he stabbed Krassotkin in class the other day with a
“bottled by the brothers Eliseyev,” fruits, cigars, tea, coffee, sugar,
no idea. But he says that on purpose. Pyotr Ilyitch began to laugh at
Yet everything was clear as day: that officer, he knew about him, he knew
and laughed at once at his own wit. Rakitin fired up instantly.
enter now, he frowned and looked away, as though he were entirely absorbed
“Why, it’s you, Dmitri Fyodorovitch! What do you mean?” answered Kalganov
Chapter VI. A Laceration In The Cottage
impossible to believe.”
bent an intent look upon the elder. He had a high opinion of his own
morning she got up well; she had slept all night. Look at her rosy cheeks,
“He told me,” said Ivan firmly, refusing to admit a doubt. “It was all he
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“To her, and to father! Oo! what a coincidence! Why was I waiting for you?
how, seeing them again after many years, he loved them beyond measure, but
forties and fifties, a freethinker and atheist, he may have been led on by
“Forgive me at parting, good people!” Mitya shouted suddenly from the
confusion he thrust them hurriedly into his pocket. He flushed. At that
“Well, now it’s _lajdak_! What’s he scolding about?” said Grushenka,
nothing to me.’ But as this attack of Smerdyakov’s was bound to throw the
Fyodorovitch, in its most secret details. I’ll prove it.... Would you
smeared myself all over and it did me no good at all. In despair I wrote
oysters, the last lot in.”
what are my convictions, not what is my age, isn’t it?”
understood nothing, nothing! How could he understand indeed? He is a
perfect frankness to him about all my feelings; “for,” thought I, “what
“They are both utterly crazy, they are no better than little children,”
true, then? Do you know, Grushenka has been begging me to bring you along.
escorted me there. I told him I should stay there till midnight, and I
dreadful brother who was so shocking yesterday, but the other, Ivan
“But I couldn’t tell that he would come with a bad finger, or else perhaps
has betrayed him! If she had had but a little time for reflection she
“Yes, though I was excited and running away.”
Scriptures. But this teaching came to nothing. At the second or third
Krassotkin), son of a well‐to‐do official. Apparently he was forbidden by
“Let’s play faro again, as we did just now,” Maximov tittered suddenly.
Providence? Why did Providence hide its face “at the most critical moment”
said the captain, suddenly turning to Alyosha, as though he were going to
“Trifon Borissovitch,” Mitya began nervously, “has pulled his whole inn to
(the woman living near Fyodor Pavlovitch’s) he learned the very disturbing
Mitya, and what was particularly striking, this was a surprise even to the
him in the drawing‐room on purpose. Receiving this amiable greeting, he
to asperse the good name of an honorable girl! That you should utter a
somehow. I don’t pity her. It’s her own doing. She deserves what she gets.
with some one,” he muttered.
heart.
attention, loving the words himself, only stopping from time to time to
everybody, look, Ilusha, look, old man; why aren’t you looking? He does
“fascinated.” He admitted himself, when talking about it afterwards, that
police captain, to tell him all about it, and leave him to do what he
vitally important for us to know exactly why you needed that sum, I mean
said Kolya, in a bashful and melting voice. “That’s not ridiculous, is
he felt that a passion of pity, such as he had never known before, was
it would have been a good thing if they had conquered us. A clever nation
The doctor came out of the room again, muffled in his fur coat and with
of the heart (I say that boldly!)—no! That you must believe you have no
for leave to accompany the criminal to Siberia and to be married to him
lively. I like to say nice things about people. I never knew a woman of
ticket, and if I am an honest man I am bound to give it back as soon as
though on purpose, both her maids had gone off to a birthday‐party in the
steal.”
Fyodor Pavlovitch, by the way, had for some time previously not been
disgust. “If she saves you I’ll forgive her everything—”
open wondering eyes, holding a bunch of white roses they had put in her
good health, and that she may forgive you for your error. And another
help and managed it somehow. Fyodor Pavlovitch himself was present at the
fuller, his hair stood up jauntily in front, and was plastered down at the
deserved, reproaches, Marfa Ignatyevna replied that the fowl was a very
“I not only say it, I shall do it.”
“No, however cowardly he might be, if he had plotted such a crime, nothing
it? He positively dares to make objections,” the ladies babbled. But if
with extraordinary softness.
and indifference. But God will save His people, for Russia is great in her
new principles. In that sense, ‘all things are lawful’ for him. What’s
standing by the door, smiled. Smerdyakov often waited at table towards the
gladdened my heart, mother. Farewell, dear children, farewell, dear ones.”
a reptile, and perhaps had long done so. Was it perhaps since he had known
my hero to the reader wearing the cassock of a novice. Yes, he had been
“Yes.”
“You don’t understand?” he drawled reproachfully. “It’s a strange thing a
“At first he only talked about it in taverns—he was talking about it all
and betraying me. I will—I will become nothing but a means for his
almost savage creature. A surface polish of courtesy and society manners I
wait a little. To‐morrow I may have something to say to you.... I won’t
without waiting for her, making “the kids” promise, of course, to be brave
they may be wonderful at machinery, every one of them, damn them, they are
constellation. We have our system of reckoning, you know. The conquest is
mistaken, that you confessed this yourself to some one, I mean that the
“Good‐by, Trifon Borissovitch!” Mitya shouted again, and felt himself,
his father about a plan which had occurred to him. They were sorry and
him to release him from his obedience. But the Patriarch replied that not
“You are talking nonsense, I see, and I don’t quite understand you,” he
who has for some time been residing in the town, and who is highly
Smerdyakov was taken with an epileptic fit. But that’s perfectly
“Well, if you like, I have the same philosophy as you, that would be true.
mother, they stopped for a moment and lowered it that she might say good‐
he were afraid he might be offended at his giving his present to some one
known of the robbery. I ask you, gentlemen, would Smerdyakov have behaved
own father for this woman, he was incapable of imagining any danger more
“And have done for our Mitya.”
‘frigid, cynical, scoffing people,’ who are incapable of believing in the
white with anger. “You say that yourself, and all the while I’ve been
remember, weighing about three pounds? I swung it and hit him on the top
Every one wondered at his words, he spoke so strangely and positively; we
that she was there, with him, with his rival, in his arms, and perhaps
story went on, his face became not merely gloomy, but menacing. He
seemed to be expecting something, ashamed about something, while his
Here, we must note, by the way, one certain fact: he was firmly persuaded
“He is at Mokroe now; he’ll send a messenger from there, so he wrote; I
one of them might be lost.’ Let not a man’s soul be lost through us!
time the lawyers did not worry him much. It was obvious that there was no
with anger, and by evening he was worse, and sent for the doctor.
mayest not take from men the freedom which Thou didst exalt when Thou wast
his wine‐glass with relish.
will understand later; for you have served truth, the higher truth, not of
imposing, almost menacing, impression; they were stern and frowning.
which they say is to be built in Petersburg.”
here, but he is quite gone,’ those were the very words of his landlady.
Where then was he to get the means, where was he to get the fateful money?
idea he put on his wadded winter overcoat with its catskin fur collar,
particularly liked listening to me then and they made the men listen.
“Judge us together!” Grushenka cried frantically, still kneeling. “Punish
words. I wrote them down and I remember them. ‘When he began shouting at
better make it up to Grusha somehow, without begging pardon. I worship
But even though he exclaimed he still preserved for a time his genially
and Christ himself forgave the woman ‘who loved much.’ ”
tenderly stroking her face; taking the dinner‐napkin, he began wiping away
began bargaining, asking for a bill of the goods, and refused to be
of himself. He had not even formed a definite idea of the fundamental
without stirring. When it got dark and the shutters were closed, Fenya
suddenly a nurse runs in and snatches him from her in terror. That was the
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Yes, I’ve seen that she hated me ... a long while.... From the very first,
ironically in conclusion, “that the prisoner would, on entering the court,
“You’d better give that advice to your own family, who’ve always been a
bustle going on in the other rooms of the tavern; there were shouts for
explain. You’ll find out in due time. The filthy back‐alley and the she‐
Dmitri Karamazov, and that’s all I can tell you, and that’s enough,
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