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I. У Грушеньки

At Grushenka's

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    Alyosha set off toward Cathedral Square, to the house of the merchant's widow Morozova, to Grushenka.

    АлешаAlyoshaалёша · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularsubject of направился
    направилсяset offнаправиться · verb, past, indicative, middle, singular, perfectivemain verb of the sentence
    кtowardк · prepositionpreposition marking площади
    СоборнойCathedralсоборный · adjective, dative, feminine, singularmodifies площади
    площадиSquareплощадь · noun, dative, feminine, singularoblique complement of направился
    вtoв · prepositionpreposition marking дом
    домthe houseдом · noun, accusative, masculine, singularoblique complement of направился
    купчихиof the merchant's widowкупчиха · noun, genitive, feminine, singularmodifies дом
    МорозовойMorozovaморозов · proper noun, genitive, feminine, singularin apposition to купчихи
    кtoк · prepositionpreposition marking Грушеньке
    ГрушенькеGrushenkaгрушенька · proper noun, dative, feminine, singularoblique complement of направился
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    Early that morning she had sent Fenya around to him with an urgent request that he come to her.

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    Having questioned Fenya, Alyosha learned that the mistress had been in some great and particular agitation ever since the day before.

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    Throughout these two months since Mitya's arrest, Alyosha had often dropped in at the Morozova house, both on his own impulse and on errands from Mitya.

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    Some three days after Mitya's arrest Grushenka had fallen seriously ill and stayed sick for nearly five weeks.

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    One of those five weeks she lay unconscious.

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    Her face had changed a great deal; she had grown thin and sallow, though for almost two weeks now she had been able to go out of doors.

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    But to Alyosha's eye her face had become, if anything, even more appealing, and he loved meeting her gaze whenever he came in to her.

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    Something had as it were grown firm and thoughtful in her look.

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    A certain spiritual upheaval made itself felt; there appeared in her some unchanging, humble, yet good and irrevocable resolve.

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    Between her brows, on her forehead, a small vertical crease had appeared, lending her dear face an air of inward, concentrated pensiveness, almost severe at first glance.

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    Of her former flightiness, for instance, not a trace remained.

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    It struck Alyosha as strange, too, that despite the whole misfortune that had befallen the poor woman — the bride of a fiancé arrested for a terrible crime almost at the very instant she became his bride — and despite, afterward, the illness, and the almost inevitable verdict of the court looming ahead, Grushenka had nonetheless not lost her old youthful cheerfulness.

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    In her eyes, once so proud, there now shone a kind of quietness, although… although, to be sure, those eyes would still flare up now and then with a certain ominous little flame whenever one old worry came over her — a worry that, far from having died down, had even grown larger in her heart.

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    The object of that worry was always the same: Katerina Ivanovna, of whom Grushenka, while she was still lying ill, had even spoken in her delirium.

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    Alyosha understood that she was fiercely jealous over her of Mitya — Mitya the prisoner — despite the fact that Katerina Ivanovna had not once visited him in confinement, though she might have done so whenever she pleased.

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    All this had become for Alyosha something of a hard problem, for Grushenka confided her heart to him alone and ceaselessly begged him for advice; while he, at times, was utterly unable to say anything to her at all.

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    Full of care, he stepped into her apartment.

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    She was already home; she had come back from Mitya about half an hour earlier, and from the very quickness of the movement with which she sprang up from her chair at the table to meet him, he concluded that she had been awaiting him with great impatience.

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    Cards lay on the table, and a hand of "fools" had been dealt.

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    On the leather sofa on the other side of the table a bed had been made up, and on it, half reclining in a dressing gown and a cotton nightcap, lay Maximov, plainly sick and feeble, though sweetly smiling.

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    This homeless little old man, ever since he had come back that time — some two months ago now — with Grushenka from Mokroye, had simply stayed on with her and at her side, never once leaving.

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    Having arrived with her then in rain and slush, he had sat down on the sofa, soaked and frightened, and fixed his eyes on her in silence, with a timid, pleading smile.

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    Grushenka, who was in terrible grief and already in the onset of a fever, having nearly forgotten about him in the first half hour after their arrival amid all the bustle, suddenly looked at him somehow intently: he gave a pitiful, lost little snicker into her face.

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    She called Fenya and ordered that he be given something to eat.

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    All that day he sat in his place, scarcely stirring; and when it grew dark and the shutters were closed, Fenya asked her mistress:

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    "Well, mistress, are they really going to stay the night?"

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    "Yes, make him up a bed on the sofa," Grushenka answered.

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    Questioning him more closely, Grushenka learned from him that he really and truly had nowhere at all to go just now, and that "Mr. Kalganov, my benefactor, told me straight out, sir, that he would not take me in any longer, and made me a present of five rubles."

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    "Well, God be with you, stay on, then," Grushenka decided in her anguish, smiling at him compassionately.

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    The old man flinched at her smile, and his lips trembled with grateful weeping.

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    And so from that time on the wandering sponger stayed on with her.

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    Even during her illness he did not leave the house.

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    Fenya and her mother, Grushenka's cook, did not drive him out, but went on feeding him and making up his bed on the sofa.

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    Later on Grushenka even grew used to him, and, coming back from Mitya (to whom, the moment she had recovered a little, she at once began going, without even having properly gotten well), she would sit down, to kill the misery, and begin chatting with "little Maximov" about all sorts of trifles, only so as not to think about her own grief.

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    It turned out that the little old man could sometimes tell a story or two, so that in the end he became downright indispensable to her.

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    Apart from Alyosha, who looked in, however, not every day and never for long, Grushenka received almost no one.

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    As for her old man, the merchant, he lay at this time already dreadfully ill — "on his way out," as they said in the town — and he did in fact die just a week after Mitya's trial.

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    Three weeks before his death, sensing the end was near, he summoned his sons up to him at last, with their wives and children, and commanded them not to leave his side anymore.

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    And from that very minute he strictly forbade his servants to admit Grushenka at all, and if she should come, to tell her: "He bids you, he says, live long in your merriment, and forget him entirely."

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    Grushenka, however, sent almost every day to inquire after his health.

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    "There you are at last!" she cried, throwing down the cards and greeting Alyosha joyfully. "And little Maximov here was frightening me that maybe you wouldn't come after all. Ah, how I need you! Sit down at the table; now, what'll you have — coffee?"

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    "All right, then," said Alyosha, settling in at the table. "I'm very hungry."

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    "That's it; Fenya, Fenya, coffee!" cried Grushenka. "It's been on the boil for a good while now, waiting for you — and bring some little pies too, and mind they're hot. No, wait, Alyosha, there was thunder over those pies today. I carried them to him at the jail, and he — would you believe it — flung them back at me and wouldn't eat them. One pie he chucked clean onto the floor and trampled. So I said: 'I'll leave them with the warder; if you don't eat them by evening, it means a spiteful venom is feeding you!' — and with that I left. We quarreled again, would you believe it. No matter when I go, we always quarrel."

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    Grushenka rattled all this off in one breath, in great agitation.

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    Maximov, immediately growing timid, smiled, his little eyes cast down.

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    "What was it you quarreled about this time?" Alyosha asked.

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    "I never expected it at all! Imagine, he got jealous over the 'former one': 'Why,' says he, 'are you keeping him? So you've started keeping him, have you?' He's jealous over everything, jealous over everything to do with me! Even sleeping and eating — he's jealous. Last week he even got jealous over Kuzma once."

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    "But he knew about the 'former one,' didn't he?"

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    "Well, there you are. He knew from the very start right up to this very day, and today he suddenly got up and started in scolding. I'm ashamed even to say what he said. The fool! Rakitka had come to see him as I was leaving. Maybe it's Rakitka egging him on, eh? What do you think?" she added, as though absently.

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    "He loves you, that's what it is; he loves you very much. And just now he's all on edge."

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    "Of course he's on edge — tomorrow they try him. And I'd gone to have my say to him about tomorrow, because, Alyosha, I'm terrified even to think what tomorrow will bring! You say he's on edge — well, how on edge am I! And he goes on about the Pole! What a fool! See, he's certainly not jealous over little Maximov."

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    "My wife was very jealous over me too, ma'am," Maximov put in his little word.

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    "Well, as for you," Grushenka laughed despite herself, "who would there even be to be jealous of you over?"

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    "Over the chambermaids, ma'am."

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    "Oh, hush, little Maximov, I'm in no mood for laughing now — I'm half angry, even. Don't be eyeing those little pies, I won't give you any; they're bad for you, and I won't give you any cordial either. Just look — I've got him on my hands too; honestly, it's as though I kept an almshouse," she laughed.

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    "I am not worthy of your kindnesses, ma'am; I am a worthless creature, ma'am," Maximov uttered in a tearful little voice. "You would do better to lavish your kindnesses on those who need them more than I, ma'am."

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    "Eh, everyone is needed, little Maximov, and how is one to tell who needs whom. If only that Pole had never existed at all, Alyosha — he too has taken it into his head to fall ill today. I've been to see him too. So now I'll send him pies on purpose; I wasn't sending them, but Mitya accused me of sending them, so now I'll send them on purpose, on purpose! Ah, and here's Fenya with a letter! Well, just as I thought — from the Poles again, asking for money again!"

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    Pan Mussyalovich had in fact sent an exceedingly long and florid letter, after his usual manner, in which he asked her to lend him three rubles.

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    Enclosed with the letter was a receipt acknowledging the loan, with an undertaking to repay it within three months; beneath the receipt Pan Vrublevsky had signed his name as well.

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    Many such letters, all with such receipts, Grushenka had already received from her "former one."

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    This had begun right from Grushenka's recovery, about two weeks before.

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    She knew, however, that both Pans had come around to inquire after her health even during her illness.

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    The first letter Grushenka received was a long one, on a large sheet of writing paper, sealed with a great family crest and so terribly murky and florid that Grushenka read only half and tossed it aside, having understood absolutely nothing.

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    And besides, she had no time for letters just then.

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    This first letter was followed the next day by a second, in which Pan Mussyalovich asked her to lend him two thousand rubles for the very shortest of terms.

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    This letter too Grushenka left without a reply.

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    After that came a whole string of letters, one a day, all just as solemn and florid, but in which the sum requested as a loan, dropping by degrees, fell to a hundred rubles, then to twenty-five, then to ten rubles, and at last Grushenka suddenly received a letter in which both Pans asked her for one single ruble and enclosed a receipt that both had signed.

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    Then Grushenka was suddenly seized with pity, and at dusk she ran round herself to the Pan.

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    She found both Poles in terrible poverty, almost in destitution, with no food, no firewood, no cigarettes, and in debt to their landlady.

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    The two hundred rubles won from Mitya at Mokroye had somehow swiftly vanished.

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    What surprised Grushenka, however, was that both Pans received her with haughty importance and independence, with the utmost ceremony, with inflated speeches.

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    Grushenka merely laughed and gave her "former one" ten rubles.

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    She told Mitya about it then, laughing, and he was not in the least jealous.

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    But from then on the Pans fastened onto Grushenka and bombarded her every day with letters begging for money, and each time she would send a little.

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    And now suddenly, today, Mitya had taken it into his head to be cruelly jealous.

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    "Fool that I am, I ran over to him too, only for a minute, on my way to Mitya, because he too had fallen ill — that Pan of mine, the former one," Grushenka began again, fidgeting and hurrying. "So I'm laughing and I tell Mitya: imagine, I say, that Pole of mine took it into his head to sing me his old songs on the guitar — he thinks I'll go all soft and come back to him. And Mitya, how he leaps up with his curses… So no, there now, I'll send the Pans some pies! Fenya, did they send that girl over there? Here, give her three rubles and wrap up a dozen little pies for them in paper, and tell her to take them along; and you, Alyosha, be sure to tell Mitya that I sent them the pies."

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    "Not for anything will I tell him," Alyosha said, smiling.

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    "Eh, you think he's suffering; why, he got jealous on purpose, and to him it's all the same anyhow," Grushenka said bitterly.

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    "How do you mean, on purpose?" Alyosha asked.

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    "You're a simple soul, Alyoshenka, that's what; for all your cleverness, you understand nothing of this, that's what. It doesn't hurt me that he got jealous over me, such as I am — it would hurt me if he weren't jealous at all. That's how I am. I won't take offense at jealousy; I have a cruel heart myself, I'd be jealous too. What hurts me is that he doesn't love me at all and now got jealous ''on purpose'', that's what. Am I blind or what — don't I see? All at once just now he starts in to me about her, about Katka: she's this and she's that, sent for doctors from Moscow for the trial — for me, sent them to save me — sent for the very first, most learned lawyer too. So he loves her, if he began praising her to my face, the shameless eyes of him! He's the guilty one before me, so he's fastened onto me to make me out the guilty one first and lay it all on me alone: 'You,' he says, 'were with the Pole before me, so it's become permissible for me to take up with Katka.' That's what it is! He wants to lay the whole blame on me alone. He fastened onto me on purpose, on purpose, I tell you, only I…"

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    Grushenka did not finish saying what she would do, covered her eyes with her handkerchief, and burst into terrible sobs.

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    "He does not love Katerina Ivanovna," Alyosha said firmly.

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    "Well, loves her or doesn't — I'll soon find that out for myself," Grushenka said with a menacing note in her voice, taking the handkerchief from her eyes.

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    Her face grew distorted.

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    With sorrow Alyosha saw how suddenly, from being gentle and quietly cheerful, her face turned sullen and spiteful.

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    "Enough of this nonsense!" she snapped suddenly. "It's not for this at all that I called you. Alyosha, my dear, tomorrow — tomorrow, what will become of it? That's the thing that torments me! Me alone it torments! I look at everyone, and nobody gives it a thought, nobody cares a bit. Do even you give it a thought? Tomorrow they try him! Tell me, how will they try him there? Why, it was the lackey, the lackey who did the killing, the lackey! Lord! Surely they won't condemn him for the lackey, and nobody will stand up for him? Why, they never even troubled the lackey at all, did they?"

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    "He was strictly questioned," Alyosha remarked thoughtfully, "but everyone concluded it wasn't him. Now he's lying very ill. He's been ill ever since, ever since that falling sickness. He really is ill," Alyosha added.

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    "Lord, you ought to go to that lawyer yourself and tell him the whole thing face to face. They say they sent for him from Petersburg for three thousand."

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    "The three of us put up the three thousand — I, brother Ivan, and Katerina Ivanovna — but the doctors from Moscow she sent for at two thousand on her own. The lawyer Fetyukovich would have taken more, but this case has gotten such notoriety all over Russia, they're talking about it in all the papers and journals, so Fetyukovich agreed to come more for the glory of it, because the case has become too famous. I saw him yesterday."

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    "Well, and what then? Did you talk to him?" Grushenka flared up hurriedly.

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    "He heard me out and said nothing. He said he had already formed a definite opinion. But he promised to take my words into consideration."

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    "What do you mean, into consideration! Ah, the scoundrels! They'll ruin him! Well, and the doctors — what did she send for the doctors for?"

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    "As expert witnesses. They want to bring out that my brother is mad and killed in a fit of derangement, not knowing himself," Alyosha smiled quietly, "only my brother won't agree to that."

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    "Ah, but that would be the truth, if he had killed!" Grushenka exclaimed. "He was deranged then, utterly deranged, and it's I, I, the vile creature, who am to blame for it! Only he didn't kill, didn't kill! And the whole town is against him, saying he did. Even Fenya, even she testified in such a way that it comes out as if he killed. And the shop, and that clerk, and what they heard earlier in the tavern! Everyone, everyone is against him, all clamoring away."

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    "Yes, the evidence has multiplied dreadfully," Alyosha remarked grimly.

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    "And Grigory — Grigory Vasilyich — why, he sticks to his story that the door was open, he hammers away that he saw it, you can't budge him; I ran to him, talked with him myself. He even curses!"

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    "Yes, that may be the strongest piece of evidence against my brother," Alyosha said.

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    "And as for Mitya being deranged — why, he's just like that even now," Grushenka began suddenly with a peculiarly troubled and mysterious air. "You know, Alyoshenka, I've long wanted to tell you about this: I go to him every day and I'm simply amazed. Tell me, what do you think — what is it he's now begun talking about all the time? He starts talking and talking — and I can't understand a thing; I think, it's something clever he means, well, I'm a fool, it's not for me to understand, I think; only suddenly he started telling me about a babe, that is, about some little babe, 'why,' says he, 'is the poor babe?' 'It's for the babe's sake that I'll go to Siberia now; I didn't kill, but I must go to Siberia!' What is that, what sort of a babe — I understood not the least little thing. Only I burst out crying as he spoke, because he said it so well, weeping himself, and I wept too, and suddenly he kissed me and made the sign of the cross over me with his hand. What is that, Alyosha, tell me — what is this 'babe'?"

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    "It's Rakitin who's taken to visiting him for some reason," Alyosha smiled, "though… this isn't from Rakitin. I wasn't with him yesterday; I'll go today."

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    "No, it's not Rakitka, it's his brother Ivan Fyodorovich who's unsettling him, he's the one who visits him, that's what…" Grushenka said, and suddenly seemed to break off.

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    Alyosha stared at her as though thunderstruck.

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    "What do you mean, visits? Has he really been visiting him? Mitya told me himself that Ivan hadn't come even once!"

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    "Well… well, there I go! I've let it slip!" Grushenka exclaimed in confusion, suddenly flushing all over. "Wait, Alyosha, hush, so be it, since I've already let it slip I'll tell the whole truth: he's been to him twice — the first time just after he'd arrived back then — that was when he came galloping straight from Moscow, before I'd even taken to my bed — and the other time he came a week ago. Mitya told him not to tell you about it, told him absolutely not to, and not to tell anyone either; he came in secret."

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    Alyosha sat in deep thought, turning something over in his mind.

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    The news had plainly struck him.

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    "Brother Ivan does not talk to me about Mitya's case," he said slowly, "and indeed he has spoken to me very little at all these two months, and whenever I came to him he was always displeased that I had come, so that I haven't gone to him for three weeks now. Hm… If he was there a week ago, then… over this week some sort of change has really come over Mitya…"

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    "A change, a change!" Grushenka caught it up quickly. "They have a secret, they had a secret! Mitya told me himself there's a secret, and, you know, such a secret that Mitya can't even calm himself. And before he used to be cheerful — well, he's cheerful even now too — only, you know, when he starts tossing his head like that, and pacing the room, and tugging at the hair here on his temple with this right finger, then I just know there's something troubled on his soul… I just know it!.. But before he was cheerful; and even today he's cheerful!"

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    "But you said he was on edge?"

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    "He's on edge, yes, and cheerful too. He's on edge all the time, yes, but just for a minute, and then he's cheerful, and then suddenly on edge again. And you know, Alyosha, I keep wondering at him: such terror ahead, yet sometimes he even laughs at the silliest trifles, just like a child himself."

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    "And is it true that he forbade you to tell me about Ivan? Did he really say: don't tell?"

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    "He did say: don't tell. It's you most of all he's afraid of, Mitya is. Because there's a secret here — he said himself there's a secret… Alyosha, my dear, go, find out: what is this secret of theirs, and come and tell me, — Grushenka flared up and suddenly began to plead, — settle it for me, poor thing that I am, so that I may at last know my accursed fate! That's what I called you for."

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    "You think it's something about you? But then he wouldn't have spoken about the secret in front of you."

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    "I don't know. Maybe he does want to tell me, but doesn't dare. He's warning me. There's a secret, he says, but what secret — he didn't say."

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    "And what do you yourself think it is?"

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    "What do I think? It's the end of me, that's what I think. The end is what the three of them have prepared for me, because Katka is in it. It's all Katka — it all comes from her. 'She's this and she's that,' meaning I'm not like that. He's saying it in advance, warning me in advance. He's resolved to abandon me — there's the whole secret! The three of them thought it up — Mitka, Katka, and Ivan Fyodorovich. Alyosha, I've long wanted to ask you something: a week ago he suddenly comes out and tells me Ivan is in love with Katka, because he visits her so often. Did he tell me the truth or not? Tell me on your conscience, cut me to the quick."

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    "I won't lie to you. Ivan is not in love with Katerina Ivanovna, so I think."

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    "Well, that's just what I thought then, too! He's lying to me, the shameless one, that's what! And now he's gotten jealous over me so as to lay the blame on me later. Why, he's a fool, he doesn't know how to hide his tracks, he's so open about everything… Only I'll give it to him, I will! 'Do you,' he says, 'believe that I killed' — that's what he says to me, to me, that's what he reproached me with! God be with him! Well, just wait — that Katka will fare badly with me at the trial! I'll say just one little word there… I'll tell everything there!"

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    And again she wept bitterly.

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    "Here is what I can firmly declare to you, Grushenka," Alyosha said, rising from his place. "First, that he loves you — loves you more than anyone in the world, and you alone; in this you must believe me. I know it. I do know it. Second, I'll tell you that I don't want to wring the secret out of him; but if he tells me himself today, I'll say to him outright that I promised to tell you. Then I'll come to you this very day and tell you. Only… it seems to me… there's no trace of Katerina Ivanovna in this; the secret is about something else. And surely that's how it is. It doesn't look at all as if it were about Katerina Ivanovna — so it seems to me. But for now, goodbye!"

  121. 121

    Alyosha pressed her hand.

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    Grushenka was still weeping.

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    He saw that she had put very little faith in his words of comfort, yet it had done her good all the same merely to have let her grief break loose, to have spoken it out.

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    He was sorry to leave her in such a state, but he was in a hurry.

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    He still had a great deal to do.

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Братья Карамазовы, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Book XI — Ivan.
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