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VI. Зачем живет такой человек!

Why Is Such a Man Alive?

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    Dmitri Fyodorovich, a young man of twenty-eight, of middling height and pleasant features, nevertheless looked considerably older than his years.

    ДмитрийDmitriДмитрий · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularsubject of казался
    ФедоровичFyodorovichФёдорович · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularin apposition to Дмитрий
    двадцативосьмилетнийtwenty-eight-year-oldдвадцативосьмилетний · adjective, nominative, masculine, singularmodifies человек
    молодойyoungмолодой · adjective, nominative, masculine, singularmodifies человек
    человекmanчеловек · noun, nominative, masculine, singularin apposition to Дмитрий
    среднегоmiddlingсредний · adjective, genitive, masculine, singularmodifies роста
    ростаheightрост · noun, genitive, masculine, singulardescriptive genitive modifying человек
    иandи · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    приятногоpleasantприятный · adjective, genitive, neuter, singularmodifies лица
    лицаfeaturesлицо · noun, genitive, neuter, singulardescriptive genitive modifying человек
    казалсяlookedказаться · verb, past, indicative, middle, singular, imperfectivemain verb of the sentence
    однакоneverthelessоднако · adverbmodifies казался
    жеyetже · particlepart of the phrase однако же
    гораздоconsiderablyгораздо · adverbmodifies старее
    старееolderстарый · adjective, comparativecomplement of казался
    своихhisсвой · determiner, genitive, pluraldeterminer of лет
    летyearsгод · noun, genitive, masculine, pluraloblique complement of старее
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    He was muscular, and one could sense in him a considerable physical strength; and yet his face betrayed something almost sickly.

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    His face was gaunt, his cheeks sunken, and their colour shaded into a kind of unhealthy yellow.

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    His rather large, dark, protruding eyes looked out with what seemed firm resolve, and yet somehow indefinitely.

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    Even when he was agitated and spoke with irritation, his gaze seemed not to obey his inner mood and expressed something else, at times wholly out of keeping with the present moment.

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    "It is hard to tell what he is thinking," those who talked with him would remark from time to time.

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    Some, having seen in his eyes something pensive and sullen, would suddenly find themselves startled by his abrupt laughter, which gave away the cheerful, playful thoughts that had been in him at the very moment he had been looking so gloomy.

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    Still, the somewhat sickly look of his face at the present moment was understandable: everyone knew or had heard of the extraordinarily turbulent and "carousing" life to which he had lately given himself over here among us, just as everyone knew of the uncommon exasperation he had reached in his quarrels with his father over the disputed money.

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    Several anecdotes about it were already going round the town.

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    True, he was irritable by nature, "of an abrupt and disorderly mind," as our justice of the peace, Semyon Ivanovich Kachalnikov, once aptly put it about him at a gathering.

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    He came in irreproachably and elegantly dressed, in a buttoned frock coat, black gloves, and with a top hat in his hands.

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    Having recently retired from the army, he wore a moustache and as yet kept his beard shaved.

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    His dark-brown hair was cropped short and combed somehow forward over the temples.

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    He walked with a decisive, wide, parade-ground stride.

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    For a moment he paused on the threshold and, taking in everyone with a glance, went straight to the elder, having guessed him to be the host.

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    He bowed low to him and asked for his blessing.

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    The elder, half-rising, blessed him; Dmitri Fyodorovich kissed his hand respectfully and, with extraordinary emotion, almost with irritation, pronounced:

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    "Forgive me magnanimously for having kept you waiting so long.

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    But the servant Smerdyakov, sent by my father, replied twice in the most positive tone, to my insistent question about the time, that it had been set for one o'clock.

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    And now I suddenly learn…"

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    "Do not trouble yourself," the elder interrupted, "it is nothing, you are only a little late, no harm done…"

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    "I am exceedingly grateful, and could expect no less from your kindness." Having clipped this out, Dmitri Fyodorovich bowed once more, then, turning suddenly toward his "father", made him too just as respectful and deep a bow.

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    It was clear that he had thought this bow out beforehand and had conceived it sincerely, holding it his duty thereby to express his respect and good intentions.

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    Fyodor Pavlovich, though caught off guard, instantly rose to the occasion in his own fashion: in answer to Dmitri Fyodorovich's bow he leapt up from his armchair and returned his son an exactly equal deep bow.

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    His face turned all at once grave and imposing, which lent him, however, a decidedly malicious air.

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    Then, silently, having bowed a general bow of farewell to everyone present in the room, Dmitri Fyodorovich strode with his large, decisive steps to the window, took the one remaining chair near Father Paisy, and, leaning his whole body forward on the chair, at once made ready to hear out the continuation of the conversation he had broken in upon.

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    Dmitri Fyodorovich's appearance had taken no more than some two minutes, and the conversation could not but resume.

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    But this time Pyotr Alexandrovich did not see fit to answer Father Paisy's insistent and almost irritable question.

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    "Permit me to decline this subject," he said with a certain worldly negligence. "Besides, the subject is a thorny one.

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    Look, Ivan Fyodorovich is smiling at us; he must have something curious to say on this score too.

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    Ask him."

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    "Nothing in particular, beyond a small remark," Ivan Fyodorovich answered at once, "to the effect that European liberalism in general, and even our own Russian liberal dilettantism, often, and long since, confounds the ultimate results of socialism with those of Christianity.

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    This wild conclusion is, of course, a characteristic trait.

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    Moreover, it is not only liberals and dilettantes, it turns out, who confound socialism with Christianity, but, together with them and in many cases, the gendarmes too — the foreign ones, that is, of course.

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    Your Parisian anecdote is rather characteristic, Pyotr Alexandrovich."

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    "In general I again beg leave to drop this subject," repeated Pyotr Alexandrovich, "and instead, gentlemen, I will tell you another anecdote, about Ivan Fyodorovich himself, a most interesting and most characteristic one.

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    No more than five days ago, in a local company that was predominantly ladies', he solemnly declared in an argument that there is decidedly nothing on the whole earth that would oblige men to love their fellows, that no such law of nature — that man should love mankind — exists at all, and that if love has existed on earth, and exists still, it is not by virtue of any natural law, but solely because men have believed in their own immortality.

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    Ivan Fyodorovich added in parenthesis that this is precisely where the whole of the natural law lies, so that if you abolish in mankind its faith in immortality, then not only love but every living force needed to carry on the life of the world will at once dry up within it.

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    And more than that: then nothing would any longer be immoral, everything would be permitted, even anthropophagy.

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    But even that is not all: he concluded by affirming that for every private individual — such as we ourselves now are, say — who believes neither in God nor in his own immortality, the moral law of nature must instantly turn into the full opposite of the former, religious one, and that egoism, even to the point of villainy, must not only be permitted to man but even acknowledged as the necessary, the most rational, and very nearly the noblest issue of his condition.

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    From such a paradox, gentlemen, you may judge of all the rest that our dear eccentric and paradoxalist Ivan Fyodorovich is pleased to proclaim, and may perhaps yet proclaim."

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    "One moment," Dmitri Fyodorovich cried out suddenly, unexpectedly, "so that I may not have misheard: 'Villainy must not only be permitted, but even acknowledged as the most necessary and the most intelligent way out of his situation for every atheist'!

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    Is that it, or not?"

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    "Exactly so," said Father Paisy.

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    "I'll remember it."

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    Having said this, Dmitri Fyodorovich fell silent as abruptly as he had abruptly burst into the conversation.

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    Everyone looked at him with curiosity.

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    "Can it be that you are really of such a conviction about the consequences of men's faith in the immortality of their souls drying up?" the elder suddenly asked Ivan Fyodorovich.

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    "Yes, I asserted it.

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    There is no virtue if there is no immortality."

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    "Blessed are you, if you so believe — or else most unhappy!"

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    "Why unhappy?" Ivan Fyodorovich smiled.

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    "Because, in all probability, you yourself believe neither in the immortality of your soul nor even in what you wrote about the Church and the Church question."

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    "Perhaps you are right!.. But all the same I was not altogether joking…" Ivan Fyodorovich suddenly and strangely confessed, flushing quickly all the while.

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    "You were not altogether joking — that is true.

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    This idea is not yet resolved in your heart and torments it.

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    But a martyr too sometimes likes to toy with his despair, as if out of despair itself.

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    For now, out of despair, you toy with it as well — with magazine articles and society arguments, yourself not believing your own dialectic and smiling at it inwardly with an ache in your heart… Within you this question is not resolved, and therein lies your great grief, for it insistently demands resolution…"

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    "But can it be resolved within me? Resolved on the positive side?" Ivan Fyodorovich went on questioning strangely, gazing at the elder all the while with a kind of inexplicable smile.

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    "If it cannot be resolved on the positive side, then it will never be resolved on the negative side either — you yourself know this property of your heart; and therein lies its whole torment.

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    But thank the Creator that He has given you a higher heart, one capable of suffering such a torment, of "setting your mind on things above and seeking the things that are above, for our citizenship is in heaven".

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    God grant that the resolution of your heart may overtake you while you are still on earth, and may God bless your ways!"

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    The elder raised his hand and was about to make the sign of the cross over Ivan Fyodorovich from where he sat.

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    But the latter suddenly rose from his chair, went up to him, received his blessing, and, having kissed his hand, returned in silence to his place.

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    His look was firm and grave.

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    This act, and indeed the whole preceding conversation with the elder, so unexpected from Ivan Fyodorovich, somehow struck everyone with its enigmatic quality and even with a kind of solemnity, so that for a moment all fell silent, and in Alyosha's face something almost like fright appeared.

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    But Miusov suddenly shrugged his shoulders, and at that same moment Fyodor Pavlovich sprang up from his chair.

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    "Divine and most holy elder!" he cried out, pointing at Ivan Fyodorovich. "This is my son, flesh of my flesh, the dearest flesh of mine!

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    This is, so to say, my most respectful Karl Moor, and this son who has just come in, Dmitri Fyodorovich, the one against whom I seek justice from you — he is the most disrespectful Franz Moor — both out of Schiller's "Robbers", while I, I myself, in such a case am the Regierender Graf von Moor!

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    Judge between us and save us!

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    We have need not only of your prayers, but of your prophecies as well."

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    "Speak without buffoonery, and do not begin by insulting your household," the elder answered in a weak, exhausted voice.

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    He was visibly tiring, more and more as it went on, and was noticeably losing his strength.

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    "An unworthy comedy, which I foresaw even as I came here!" exclaimed Dmitri Fyodorovich in indignation, springing up from his place as well.

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    "Forgive me, reverend father," he addressed the elder, "I am an uneducated man and do not even know how to address you, but you have been deceived, and you were too kind in allowing us to gather here at your cell.

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    All my father wants is a scandal; for what purpose — that is already his own reckoning.

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    He always has his own reckoning.

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    But I think I now know for what…"

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    "They are all accusing me, all of them!" Fyodor Pavlovich shouted in his turn. "And here is Pyotr Alexandrovich accusing me too.

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    You were accusing me, Pyotr Alexandrovich, you were accusing me!" he suddenly turned upon Miusov, although the latter had had no thought of interrupting him.

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    "They accuse me of having pocketed the children's money, tucked it away in my boot, and taken it tit for tat; but permit me — is there not, after all, a court of law?

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    There they will reckon up for you, Dmitri Fyodorovich, from your very own receipts, letters, and agreements, how much you had, how much you have squandered, and how much remains to you!

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    Why does Pyotr Alexandrovich shy away from pronouncing judgment?

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    Dmitri Fyodorovich is no stranger to him.

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    It is because they are all against me, while in the upshot Dmitri Fyodorovich still owes me money himself — and not some trifle, but several thousand, sir, for which I hold all the documents!

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    Why, the whole town rattles and thunders with his carousing!

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    And there, where he served before, he paid out a thousand, two thousand, for the seduction of honest girls — that, Dmitri Fyodorovich, is known to us, sir, in the most secret particulars, and I will prove it, sir…"

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    Most holy father, would you believe it, he made the noblest of girls fall in love with him — of good family, with means, the daughter of his former commander, a brave colonel, decorated, who wore the Order of St. Anne with swords about his neck — he compromised the girl with an offer of his hand, and now she is here, now she is an orphan, his betrothed, and he, before her very eyes, goes calling on a certain local enchantress.

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    But though this enchantress lived, so to say, in a civil marriage with a certain respectable man, she is of an independent character, a fortress unassailable to all, exactly like a lawful wife, for she is virtuous — yes, sir! holy fathers, she is virtuous!

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    And Dmitri Fyodorovich wants to unlock this fortress with a golden key, which is why he now swaggers over me and wants to wring money out of me, while in the meantime he has already squandered thousands on this enchantress; and for that very purpose he borrows money incessantly, and — by the way — from whom, do you suppose?

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    Shall I tell, or not, Mitya?"

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    "Silence!" shouted Dmitri Fyodorovich. "Wait until I leave, and in my presence do not dare to besmirch the noblest of girls… The mere fact that you dare even to breathe her name is a disgrace to her.

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    I will not allow it!"

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    He was choking for breath.

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    "Mitya! Mitya!" cried Fyodor Pavlovich in a feeble, nervous voice, squeezing tears out of himself, "and what about a father's blessing?

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    Suppose I curse you — what will become of you then?"

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    "Shameless humbug!" Dmitri Fyodorovich roared frantically.

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    "That's how he treats his father, his own father!

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    What, then, of the rest?

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    Gentlemen, just imagine: there is here a poor but respectable man, a retired captain, who fell into misfortune, dismissed from the service — but not publicly, not by court order, with all his honour preserved — burdened with a numerous family.

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    And three weeks ago this Dmitri Fyodorovich of ours seized him by the beard in a tavern, dragged him by that very beard out into the street, and there in the street thrashed him before all the people — and all because the man acts as my secret agent in a certain little affair of mine."

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    "That is all a lie! Outwardly the truth, inwardly a lie!" Dmitri Fyodorovich trembled all over in his fury.

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    "Father! I do not justify my conduct; yes, I confess it before everyone: I behaved like a beast with that captain, and now I regret it and loathe myself for that brutal rage; but this captain of yours, your agent, went to that very same lady whom you call an enchantress, and began proposing to her, in your name, that she take up the promissory notes of mine that you hold and bring suit against me, so as to have me locked up on those notes if I should press you too hard over the settling of the estate.

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    And now you reproach me for having a weakness for this lady, when you yourselves taught her to lure me!

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    Why, she tells it straight to my face — she told me herself, laughing at you!

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    And you want to lock me up only because you are jealous of me over her, because you yourself began making advances to this woman with your love — and I know all about that too, and once again she laughed — do you hear? — laughing at you, she told me all about it.

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    So there you have him, holy men — this man, this father who reproaches his profligate son!

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    Gentlemen, you who are witnesses, forgive my anger, but I foresaw that this crafty old man had summoned you all here for a scandal.

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    I came meaning to forgive him, if he held out his hand to me — to forgive and to ask forgiveness!

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    But since this very minute he has insulted not only me but the noblest of girls, whose name I dare not even pronounce in vain, out of reverence for her, I have resolved to lay bare his whole game in public, even though he is my father!.."

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    He could not go on any further.

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    His eyes were flashing, his breath came hard.

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    But everyone in the cell was agitated as well.

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    All but the elder rose uneasily from their seats.

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    The hieromonk fathers looked on sternly, but waited, all the same, for the elder's will.

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    He himself sat already quite pale, but not from agitation — rather from a sickly weakness.

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    An imploring smile shone on his lips; now and then he raised his hand, as if wishing to stop the raging men, and surely a single gesture of his would have been enough to put an end to the scene; yet he himself seemed to be waiting for something still, gazing intently, as if wishing to grasp something more, as if he had not yet made something clear to himself.

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    At last Pyotr Alexandrovich Miusov felt himself utterly humiliated and disgraced.

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    "We are all to blame for the scandal that has occurred!" he said hotly. "But all the same I did not foresee it, coming here, though I did know with whom I was dealing… This must be put an end to at once!

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    Your Reverence, believe me, I did not know the exact details that have come to light here, did not wish to credit them, and only now learn of them for the first time… A father is jealous of his son over a woman of vile conduct, and himself conspires with this very creature to have his son locked up in prison… And it is in such company as this that I have been compelled to appear here…"

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    I am deceived; I declare to everyone that I have been deceived no less than the others…

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    "Dmitri Fyodorovich!" Fyodor Pavlovich suddenly screeched in a voice that did not seem his own, "if only you were not my son, I would this very minute call you out to a duel… with pistols, at three paces… across a handkerchief! across a handkerchief!" — and he finished by stamping both feet.

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    Old liars who have spent their whole lives play-acting have their moments when they get so carried away with their own performance that they truly tremble and weep with emotion — and this although at that very instant (or only a second later) they could whisper to themselves: "You are lying, you shameless old man, you are an actor even now, for all your 'holy' wrath and your 'holy' minute of wrath."

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    Dmitri Fyodorovich frowned terribly and looked upon his father with inexpressible contempt.

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    "I thought… I thought," he said quietly and with restraint, "that I was coming home to my native land with the angel of my soul, with my betrothed, to cherish him in his old age — and instead I find only a depraved sensualist and the basest of buffoons!"

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    "To a duel!" the little old man screeched again, gasping for breath and spraying spittle with every word.

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    "And you, Pyotr Alexandrovich Miusov, know this, sir: that perhaps in all your line there is not and never was a woman higher and more honorable — do you hear, more honorable — than this 'creature,' as you have dared to call her just now!"

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    "And you, Dmitri Fyodorovich, you traded your own betrothed for this very 'creature,' which means you yourself have judged that your betrothed is not worth the sole of her shoe — that is what kind of 'creature' she is!"

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    "For shame!" suddenly burst from Father Iosif.

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    "For shame, and a disgrace!" Kalganov, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly cried out in his boyish voice, trembling with emotion and flushing crimson all over.

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    "Why is such a man alive!" Dmitri Fyodorovich growled dully, almost beside himself now with rage, hunching his shoulders extraordinarily high and stooping nearly double from the effort. "No, tell me, can he be allowed any longer to disgrace the earth with his presence?" — and he looked round at them all, pointing at the old man with his hand.

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    He spoke slowly and deliberately.

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    "Do you hear, do you hear, monks, the parricide," Fyodor Pavlovich turned upon Father Iosif.

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    "There is your answer to your 'for shame'! What is shameful here?

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    This 'creature,' this 'woman of disreputable conduct,' may well be holier than you yourselves, you salvation-seeking monastic fathers!

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    She may have fallen in her youth, gnawed at by her surroundings, but she 'loved much,' and her who loved much even Christ forgave…"

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    "It was not for such love that Christ forgave…" broke impatiently from the gentle Father Iosif.

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    "No, for just such love, for this very kind, monks, for this very kind! Here you save your souls on cabbage and fancy yourselves the righteous!

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    You eat little gudgeons, a gudgeon a day, and you think with your gudgeons to buy God!"

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    "This is impossible, impossible!" came from every side of the cell.

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    But this whole scene, which had reached the point of outright ugliness, was cut short in the most unexpected manner.

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    Suddenly the elder rose from his place.

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    Alyosha, nearly out of his wits with fear for him and for them all, nonetheless managed to support him by the arm.

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    The elder took a step in the direction of Dmitri Fyodorovich and, having come right up to him, lowered himself onto his knees before him.

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    Alyosha thought at first that he had fallen from weakness, but it was nothing of the sort.

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    Having knelt, the elder bowed down to Dmitri Fyodorovich's feet with a full, distinct, deliberate bow, and even touched the ground with his forehead.

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    Alyosha was so astonished that he did not even manage to support him as he rose.

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    A faint smile glimmered ever so slightly on his lips.

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    "Forgive me! Forgive me, all of you!" he said, bowing on every side to his guests.

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    Dmitri Fyodorovich stood for several moments as though thunderstruck: a bow to his feet — what did it mean?

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    At last he suddenly cried out, "O God!" and, covering his face with his hands, rushed out of the room.

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    After him all the guests poured out in a crowd, in their confusion not even taking leave of or bowing to their host.

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    Only the hieromonks came up once more for the blessing.

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    "What was that about, his bowing to the feet — is it some sort of emblem?" Fyodor Pavlovich ventured, suddenly grown subdued for some reason, attempting to start a conversation, though not daring to address anyone in particular.

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    At that moment they were all going out through the gate of the hermitage.

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    "I am not answerable for a madhouse or for madmen," Miusov retorted at once, with rancor, "but for that very reason I will rid myself of your company, Fyodor Pavlovich, and believe me, for good.

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    Where is that monk from before?"

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    But "that monk" — that is, the one who had earlier invited them to dine with the Father Superior — did not keep them waiting.

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    He met the guests at once, the moment they came down from the porch of the elder's cell, as though he had been waiting for them the whole time.

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    "Do me the kindness, reverend father, of conveying my deepest respect to the Father Superior, and offer him my personal apologies — Miusov's — before his Reverence, that owing to circumstances that have arisen suddenly and unforeseen, I am by no means able to have the honor of joining his repast, however sincerely I should wish to," Pyotr Alexandrovich said to the monk with irritation.

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    "And the unforeseen circumstance — why, that's me!" Fyodor Pavlovich at once chimed in.

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    "Do you hear, father, it is Pyotr Alexandrovich who has no wish to remain in my company, otherwise he would go this instant.

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    And go you shall, Pyotr Alexandrovich, be so good as to call upon the Father Superior — and a good appetite to you!

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    Know that it is I who am declining, not you.

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    Home, home, I'll eat at home — here I feel myself incapable of it, Pyotr Alexandrovich, my most amiable kinsman."

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    "I am no kinsman of yours and never was, you base man!"

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    "I said it on purpose, precisely to enrage you, because you shy away from the kinship — though all the same you are a kinsman, however you wriggle out of it, and I'll prove it by the church calendar. As for you, Ivan Fyodorovich, I'll send horses for you in good time; stay on too, if you like.

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    And as for you, Pyotr Alexandrovich, even common decency requires that you present yourself now to the Father Superior, to apologize for the disturbance we kicked up in there…"

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    "But is it true you're leaving? Aren't you lying?"

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    "Pyotr Alexandrovich, how could I dare to, after what has happened! I got carried away — forgive me, gentlemen, I got carried away!

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    And besides, I'm shaken! And, well, ashamed.

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    Gentlemen, one man has a heart like Alexander of Macedon, and another like the little lapdog Fidelka.

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    Mine is like the little lapdog Fidelka's.

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    I've turned coward!

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    Why, after such an escapade, how could I go to dinner and gobble up the monastery's sauces?

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    I'm ashamed, I can't, forgive me!"

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    "The devil knows — what if he's deceiving us!" Miusov halted in perplexity, following the retreating buffoon with a bewildered gaze.

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    The other turned round and, noticing that Pyotr Alexandrovich was watching him, blew him a kiss with his hand.

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    "And you — are you going to the Father Superior?" Miusov asked Ivan Fyodorovich abruptly.

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    "Why not? Besides, I was specially invited by the Superior only yesterday."

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    "Unfortunately, I really do feel myself almost obliged to appear at this cursed dinner," Miusov went on with the same bitter irritation, not even minding that the little monk was listening.

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    "At least there we ought to apologize for what we did here, and explain that it was not us… What do you think?"

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    "Yes, we must explain that it was not us. Besides, the old man won't be there," Ivan Fyodorovich remarked.

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    "Yes, just imagine it with your father there! This cursed dinner!"

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    And yet, for all that, they all went.

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    The little monk was silent and listened.

  187. 187

    On the way through the little wood he remarked only once that the Father Superior had long been waiting and that they were over half an hour late.

  188. 188

    No one answered him.

  189. 189

    Miusov looked at Ivan Fyodorovich with hatred.

  190. 190

    "There he goes to dinner as though nothing had happened!" he thought. "A brazen forehead and a Karamazov conscience."

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