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IV. Маловерная дама

A Lady of Little Faith

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    The visiting landowner lady, watching the whole scene of his talk with the common folk and his blessing of them, shed quiet tears and wiped them away with her little handkerchief.

    Приезжаяvisitingприезжий · adjective, nominative, feminine, singularmodifies дама
    дамаladyдама · noun, nominative, feminine, singularsubject of проливала
    помещицаlandownerпомещица · noun, nominative, feminine, singularin apposition to дама
    взираяwatchingвзирать · verb, present, active, converb, imperfectiveadverbial clause modifying проливала (subject: дама)
    наatна · prepositionpreposition marking сцену
    всюthe wholeвесь · determiner, accusative, feminine, singulardeterminer of сцену
    сценуsceneсцена · noun, accusative, feminine, singularoblique complement of взирая
    разговораof the talkразговор · noun, genitive, masculine, singularmodifies сцену
    сwithс · prepositionpreposition marking простонародьем
    простонародьемthe common folkпростонародье · noun, instrumental, neuter, singularmodifies разговора
    иandи · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    благословенияthe blessingблагословение · noun, genitive, neuter, singularcoordinated with разговора
    егоhisон · pronoun, genitive, masculine, singularpossessive modifier of благословения
    проливалаshedпроливать · verb, past, indicative, active, singular, imperfectivemain verb of the sentence
    тихиеquietтихий · adjective, accusative, pluralmodifies слезы
    слезыtearsслеза · noun, accusative, feminine, pluraldirect object of проливала
    иandи · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    утиралаwipedутирать · verb, past, indicative, active, singular, imperfectivecoordinated with проливала
    ихthemон · pronoun, accusative, pluraldirect object of утирала
    платочкомwith a handkerchiefплаточек · noun, instrumental, masculine, singularinstrument of утирала
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    She was a sentimental society lady, with inclinations that were in many ways sincerely kind.

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    When the elder at last came up to her too, she met him rapturously.

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    "I have borne so much, so much, watching this whole touching scene..." — she broke off, unable to finish from agitation.

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    "Oh, I understand that the people love you; I love the people myself, I long to love them — and how could one not love the people, our splendid Russian people, so simple-hearted in their greatness!"

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    "How is your daughter's health? You wished to speak with me again?"

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    "Oh, I begged insistently, I implored; I was ready to go down on my knees and to kneel for three days, if need be, before your windows, until you would let me in.

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    We have come to you, great healer, to pour out all our rapturous gratitude.

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    For you have healed my Liza, healed her completely — and by what means? By praying over her this Thursday and laying your hands upon her.

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    We hurried here to kiss those hands, to pour out our feelings and our reverence!"

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    "How is it that I healed her? Why, she is still lying there in her chair."

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    "But the night fevers have vanished entirely — for two whole days now, ever since Thursday," the lady hurried on nervously.

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    "What is more, her legs have grown stronger.

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    This morning she rose in good health; she slept the whole night through — look at the color in her cheeks, at her shining little eyes.

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    She used to do nothing but weep, and now she laughs, cheerful and full of joy.

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    Today she absolutely insisted on being set on her feet to stand, and she stood for a whole minute on her own, without any support whatever.

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    She is wagering with me that in two weeks she will be dancing the quadrille.

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    I called in the local doctor, Herzenstube; he shrugs his shoulders and says: I marvel, I am at a loss.

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    And you would have us not trouble you, not fly here, not give thanks?

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    Lise, give thanks now, give thanks!"

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    Lise's sweet, laughing little face suddenly turned grave; she raised herself in her chair as far as she could and, looking at the elder, folded her little hands before him — but she could not hold out, and all at once burst into laughter...

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    "It's because of him — him!" she said, pointing at Alyosha, vexed with herself, in a childlike way, for not having held out and for laughing.

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    Anyone who happened to glance at Alyosha, standing a step behind the elder, would have noticed on his face a swift flush that flooded his cheeks in an instant.

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    His eyes flashed and then dropped.

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    "She has a message for you, Alexei Fyodorovich... How is your health," the mother went on, turning suddenly to Alyosha and holding out to him her exquisitely gloved little hand.

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    The elder looked round and suddenly gazed attentively at Alyosha.

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    The young man approached Lise and, smiling somehow strangely and awkwardly, held out his hand to her as well. Lise put on a solemn expression.

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    "Katerina Ivanovna sends you this through me," she said, handing him a small note.

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    "She particularly asks that you come to her, and soon, very soon, and not to deceive her, but to come without fail."

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    "She asks me to come? To her, me... What for?" murmured Alyosha in deep astonishment.

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    His face suddenly became utterly troubled.

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    "Oh, it is all on account of Dmitri Fyodorovich and... all these latest happenings," the mama explained hurriedly.

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    "Katerina Ivanovna has now settled on a single resolution... but for that she absolutely must see you... what for?

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    I do not know, of course, but she asked that it be as soon as possible.

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    And you will do it, surely you will do it — here even Christian feeling commands it."

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    "I have seen her only once in all," Alyosha went on, still in the same bewilderment.

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    "Oh, what a lofty, what an unattainable being she is!.. If only for her sufferings alone... Just think what she has endured, what she endures now, think what awaits her... it is all terrible, terrible!"

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    "Very well, I will come," Alyosha decided, having run his eye over the short, enigmatic little note, which, apart from an urgent plea to come, contained no explanation whatever.

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    "Ah, how kind and how splendid of you that will be," Lise cried out suddenly, all aglow.

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    "And here I was telling Mama: not for anything will he go, he is saving his soul.

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    What a splendid man you are, splendid! I always thought you were splendid, and how glad I am to be able to tell you so now!"

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    "Lise!" the mama said impressively — though she smiled at once nonetheless.

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    "You have forgotten us too, Alexei Fyodorovich; you do not care to visit us at all — yet Lise has told me twice that only with you does she feel well."

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    Alyosha lifted his downcast eyes, blushed again suddenly, and again suddenly, without himself knowing why, smiled.

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    The elder, however, was no longer watching him.

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    He had entered into conversation with the visiting monk who, as we have already said, had been waiting beside Lise's chair for him to come out.

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    He was, by all appearances, one of the very plainest of monks — that is, of humble station — with a narrow, unshakable view of the world, yet a believer and, in his own way, stubborn.

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    He announced that he came from somewhere in the far north, from Obdorsk, from St. Sylvester's, from a single poor monastery of only nine monks.

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    The elder blessed him and invited him to come to his cell whenever he pleased.

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    "How is it you dare to do such things?" the monk suddenly asked, pointing impressively and solemnly at Lise.

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    He was alluding to her "healing."

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    "Of that, of course, it is still too early to speak.

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    Relief is not yet a full healing and could have come about from other causes as well.

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    But if anything did occur, it was by no power save the will of God.

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    Everything is from God.

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    Visit me, Father," he added to the monk, "for I cannot receive at every hour: I am ailing, and I know that my days are numbered."

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    "Oh no, no, God will not take you from us, you will live a long, long while yet," the mama cried out.

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    "And what is it you are ill with? You look so healthy, cheerful, happy."

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    "Today I feel extraordinarily better, but I already know that it is only a moment.

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    I now understand my illness without error.

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    And if I seem to you so cheerful, then by nothing, and at no time, could you have gladdened me so much as by making such a remark.

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    For men are created for happiness, and whoever is fully happy is directly worthy to say to himself: 'I have fulfilled God's commandment on this earth.'

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    All the righteous, all the saints, all the holy martyrs were all happy."

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    "Oh, how you speak — what bold and exalted words," the mama cried out.

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    "You say a thing, and it is as though you pierce one through.

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    And yet happiness, happiness — where is it?

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    Who can say of himself that he is happy?

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    Oh, since you have already been so kind as to admit us to see you once more today, then hear out everything that I did not finish saying to you last time, that I dared not say — everything by which I so suffer, and for so long, so long!

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    I suffer, forgive me, I suffer..."

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    And, in some kind of ardent, impetuous feeling, she folded her hands before him.

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    "By what in particular?"

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    "I suffer... from unbelief..."

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    "Unbelief in God?"

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    "Oh no, no, I dare not even think of that — but the life to come, that is such a riddle!

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    And no one, no one at all answers it!

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    Listen — you are a healer, you are a knower of the human soul; I do not, of course, dare to claim that you should believe me completely, but I assure you by the most solemn word that it is not out of frivolity that I speak now, that this thought of the future life beyond the grave troubles me to the point of suffering, of terror and dread...

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    And I do not know to whom to turn — all my life I have not dared... And now here I am daring to turn to you... O God, what must you take me for now!"

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    She clasped her hands together.

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    "Do not be anxious about my opinion," the elder answered.

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    "I fully believe in the sincerity of your anguish."

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    "Oh, how grateful I am to you!

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    You see, I close my eyes and think: if everyone believes, then where did this come from?

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    And then they assure us that it all arose in the first place out of fear before the menacing phenomena of nature, and that none of it exists at all.

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    Well then, I think, I have believed all my life — I shall die, and suddenly there is nothing, and only 'a burdock will grow on my grave,' as I read it in a certain writer.

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    It is terrible!

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    By what, by what is faith to be restored?

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    And yet I believed only when I was a little child, mechanically, thinking of nothing... By what, then, by what is this to be proved? I have come now to cast myself down before you and to ask you about it.

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    For if I let slip even this present chance, then in all my life no one will ever answer me.

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    By what, then, is it to be proved, by what is one to be convinced?

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    Oh, wretched me!

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    I stand and look around me and see that to everyone it is all one, to almost everyone; no one troubles about it now, and I alone cannot bear it.

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    It is killing, killing!"

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    "Without doubt, it is killing. But here nothing can be proved, though one can be convinced."

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    "How? By what?"

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    "By the experience of active love.

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    Strive to love your neighbors actively and tirelessly.

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    In the measure that you advance in love, you will become convinced both of the existence of God and of the immortality of your soul.

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    And if you reach the point of complete self-renunciation in love for your neighbor, then you will undoubtedly believe, and no doubt will even be able to enter into your soul.

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    This has been tested; this is certain."

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    "Active love? There again is the question — and such a question, such a question!

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    You see, I love humanity so much that — would you believe it — I sometimes dream of giving up everything, everything I have, of leaving Lise and going off to become a sister of mercy.

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    I close my eyes, I think and dream, and in those minutes I feel within myself an irresistible strength.

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    No wounds, no festering sores could frighten me.

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    I would bind and bathe them with my own hands, I would be a nurse to these sufferers, I am ready to kiss those very sores..."

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    "It is already much, and good, that your mind dreams of this and not of something else.

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    Now and then, quite by chance, you will in fact do some good deed."

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    "Yes, but how long could I survive in such a life?" the lady continued, ardently and almost as though in a frenzy.

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    "There is the chief question! It is the most tormenting of my questions.

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    I close my eyes and ask myself: how long would you hold out on this path?

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    And if the sick man, whose sores you are bathing, does not answer you at once with gratitude, but, on the contrary, begins to torment you with his whims, neither valuing nor noticing your charitable service, begins to shout at you, to demand rudely, even to complain to some authority (as so often happens with those who suffer greatly) — what then?

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    Will your love endure or not?

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    And so — imagine — I have already decided this, with a shudder: if there is anything at all that could chill my 'active' love for humanity on the spot, it is, solely, ingratitude.

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    In a word, I am a hireling working for wages; I demand my wages at once — that is, praise for myself and love repaid for love.

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    Otherwise I am capable of loving no one!"

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    She was in a fit of the most sincere self-flagellation, and, having finished, she looked at the elder with a defiant resolve.

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    "That is precisely what a certain doctor once told me, a long while ago now," the elder remarked.

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    "He was already an elderly man and indisputably intelligent.

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    He spoke just as frankly as you, though in jest — yet a mournful jest: I, he said, love humanity, but I marvel at myself; the more I love humanity in general, the less I love people in particular — that is, separately, as distinct individuals.

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    In my dreams, he said, I often went so far as passionate visions of serving humanity, and perhaps I really would have gone to the cross for people, had it suddenly been required somehow — and yet I am incapable of living two days in the same room with anyone, as I know from experience.

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    The moment he is close to me, his personality already crushes my self-esteem and cramps my freedom.

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    In the span of a single day I can come to detest even the finest of men: one because he is slow over his dinner, another because he has a head cold and is forever blowing his nose.

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    I become, he says, an enemy of people the moment they so much as brush against me.

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    Yet it has always turned out that the more I hated people in particular, the more ardent grew my love for mankind in general.

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    "But what is one to do? What is one to do in such a case? Must one fall into despair over it?"

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    "No, for it is enough that you grieve over it.

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    Do what you can, and it will be reckoned to you.

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    Much has already been done by you, for you have been able to know yourself so deeply and so sincerely!

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    But if you have spoken so sincerely with me even now only in order, as just now from me, to win some praise for your truthfulness, then of course you will achieve nothing in the deeds of active love; everything will simply remain confined to your daydreams, and your whole life will flit past like a phantom.

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    Then, naturally, you will forget the life to come as well, and in the end you will somehow lull yourself into calm of your own accord."

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    "You have crushed me! Only now, at this very instant, while you were speaking, did I understand that I really was waiting for nothing but your praise of my sincerity when I told you that I could not bear ingratitude.

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    You have prompted me to myself, you have caught me out and laid me bare to my own eyes!"

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    "Do you mean that in earnest? Well, now, after such a confession from you, I believe that you are sincere and good at heart.

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    If you do not attain happiness, still remember always that you are on a good road, and try not to leave it.

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    Above all, flee from falsehood, every kind of falsehood, and the lie to oneself in particular.

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    Keep watch over your own lying, and look hard into it every hour, every minute.

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    Flee from squeamishness too, toward others and toward yourself: that which seems vile to you within yourself is already cleansed by the very fact that you have noticed it in yourself.

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    Flee from fear as well, though fear is only the consequence of every falsehood.

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    Never be frightened by your own faintheartedness in the attainment of love, and do not be too frightened even by your own evil deeds along the way.

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    I am sorry I can tell you nothing more comforting, for active love, compared with love in dreams, is a harsh and terrifying thing.

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    Love in dreams thirsts for some quick feat, swiftly accomplished and with everyone looking on.

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    It truly goes so far that people will give up even their lives, so long as it does not drag on but is done quickly, as if on a stage, and so that everyone may watch and applaud.

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    Active love, on the other hand, is labor and endurance, and for some, perhaps, a whole science.

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    But I foretell that at the very moment when you look with horror upon the fact that, for all your efforts, you have not only failed to draw nearer to the goal but seem even to have drawn away from it — at that very moment, this I foretell to you, you will suddenly reach the goal, and see clearly above you the miraculous power of the Lord, who has loved you all the while and all the while led you on in secret.

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    Forgive me that I cannot stay longer with you; I am awaited. Until we meet again."

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    The lady was weeping.

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    "Lise, Lise, bless her, do bless her!" she suddenly fluttered up with her whole being.

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    "She isn't worth loving. I saw how she was playing the fool the whole time," the elder said playfully.

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    "Why have you been laughing at Alexei all this while?"

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    And Lise had indeed been busy the whole time with this prank.

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    She had noticed long ago, ever since the last visit, that Alyosha grew bashful before her and tried not to look at her, and this had begun to amuse her terribly.

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    She watched intently and waited to catch his glance: unable to withstand her stare fixed stubbornly upon him, Alyosha, again and again, would suddenly and against his will, drawn by some irresistible force, glance at her himself, and at once she would smile straight into his eyes with a triumphant grin.

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    Alyosha grew more bashful and more vexed still.

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    At last he turned away from her altogether and hid behind the elder's back.

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    After a few minutes, drawn once more by that same irresistible force, he turned again to see whether they were looking at him or not, and saw that Lise, having leaned almost entirely out of her chair, was peering at him from the side and waiting with all her might for him to look; and when she caught his glance she burst into such laughter that even the elder could not hold back:

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    "Why do you shame him so, you little rogue?"

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    Lise suddenly, quite unexpectedly, blushed, her eyes flashed, her face turned terribly serious, and with a heated, indignant complaint she suddenly began to speak quickly, nervously:

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    "And why has he forgotten everything? When I was little he carried me in his arms, we used to play together.

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    Why, he used to come and teach me to read — did you know that?

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    Two years ago, taking his leave, he said he would never forget, that we were eternal friends, eternal, eternal!

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    And now all of a sudden he's afraid of me — am I going to eat him, or what?

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    Why won't he come over, why won't he talk?

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    Why won't he come to see us?

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    Surely you don't keep him from it: after all, we know he goes everywhere.

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    It isn't proper for me to summon him; he should have been the first to remember, if he hasn't forgotten.

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    No, sir, now he is saving his soul!

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    Why did you put that long-skirted little cassock on him… He'll run, he'll trip…"

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    And suddenly, unable to hold back, she covered her face with her hand and laughed terribly, uncontrollably, with that long, nervous, shaking, soundless laughter of hers.

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    The elder heard her out with a smile and blessed her tenderly; and when she began to kiss his hand she suddenly pressed it to her eyes and burst into tears:

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    "Don't be angry with me, I'm a fool, I'm worth nothing… and Alyosha may be right, quite right, not to want to visit such a ridiculous creature."

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    "I will send him to you without fail," the elder decided.

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Братья Карамазовы, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Book II — An Unfortunate Gathering.
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