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VIII. Скандал

The Scandalous Scene

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    As Miusov and Ivan Fyodorovich were already entering the Father Superior's quarters, there took place within Pyotr Alexandrovich, as in a genuinely decent and refined man, a refined little process of its own kind: he grew ashamed of being angry.

    КогдаAsкогда · subordinating conjunctionintroduces the clause of входили
    МиусовMiusovмиусов · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularsubject of входили
    иandи · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    ИванIvanиван · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularcoordinated with Миусов
    ФедоровичFyodorovichфёдорович · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularin apposition to Иван
    входилиwere enteringвходить · verb, past, indicative, active, plural, imperfectivemain verb of the когда-clause
    ужеalreadyуже · adverbmodifies входили
    кtoк · prepositionpreposition marking игумену
    игуменуthe Father Superiorигумен · noun, dative, masculine, singularoblique complement of входили
    тоthenто · correlative particleresumptive, introduces the main clause (произошел) after когда
    вwithinв · prepositionpreposition marking Петре
    ПетреPyotrпётр · proper noun, locative, masculine, singularoblique complement of произошел
    АлександровичеAlexandrovichалександрович · proper noun, locative, masculine, singularmodifies Петре
    какasкак · subordinating conjunctionintroduces the comparative phrase with человеке
    вinв · prepositionpreposition marking человеке
    искренноgenuinelyискренно · adverbmodifies порядочном
    порядочномdecentпорядочный · adjective, locative, masculine, singularmodifies человеке
    иandи · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    деликатномrefinedделикатный · adjective, locative, masculine, singularcoordinated with порядочном
    человекеmanчеловек · noun, locative, masculine, singularoblique complement of как
    быстроquicklyбыстро · adverbmodifies произошел
    произошелtook placeпроизойти · verb, past, indicative, active, singular, perfectivemain verb of the sentence
    одинaодин · numeral, nominative, masculine, singularmodifies процесс
    деликатныйdelicateделикатный · adjective, nominative, masculine, singularmodifies процесс
    вofв · prepositionpreposition marking роде
    своемitsсвой · determiner, locative, masculine, singulardeterminer of роде
    родеown kindрод · noun, locative, masculine, singularoblique complement of деликатный
    процессprocessпроцесс · noun, nominative, masculine, singularsubject of произошел
    емуheон · pronoun, dative, masculine, singularindirect object of стало
    сталоgrewстать · verb, past, indicative, active, singular, perfectivecoordinated with произошел
    стыдноashamedстыдно · adverbcomplement of стало
    сердитьсяto be angryсердиться · verb, middle, infinitive, imperfectivedepends on стыдно
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    He felt, privately, that he ought really to have held the wretched Fyodor Pavlovich in such contempt that he should never have lost his composure in the elder's cell and let himself go as he had.

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    "The monks, at any rate, are not to blame for any of it," he decided all at once on the Superior's steps, "and if here too the people are decent — this Father Nikolai, the Superior, seems to be of the gentry as well — then why not be pleasant with them, gracious and polite?.. I won't argue, I'll even agree with everything, I'll win them over with courtesy and… and… in the end I'll prove to them that I am no associate of that Aesop, that buffoon, that Pierrot, and that I was taken in just as much as the rest of them were…"

  4. 4

    The disputed timber-felling in the forest and that fishing right — where exactly they lay he himself did not know — he resolved to yield to them outright, once and for all, this very day, all the more since the whole thing was worth very little, and to drop all his suits against the monastery.

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    All these good intentions grew stronger still when they entered the Father Superior's dining room.

  6. 6

    He had, however, no dining room as such, for in his whole lodging there were really only two rooms — far more spacious and comfortable, it is true, than the elder's.

  7. 7

    But the furnishing of the rooms was not distinguished by any particular comfort either: the furniture was of leather, mahogany, in the old fashion of the eighteen-twenties; even the floors were unpainted; yet everything shone with cleanliness, and there were many costly flowers in the windows. The chief luxury at that moment, naturally, was the lavishly laid table — though here too, relatively speaking: the cloth was clean, the dishes gleaming; there was excellently baked bread of three kinds, two bottles of wine, two bottles of magnificent monastery mead, and a great glass pitcher of the monastery kvass that was famous in the district.

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    Of vodka there was none at all.

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    Rakitin recounted afterward that the dinner had been prepared on this occasion in five courses: there was sterlet soup with fish patties; then boiled fish, somehow prepared in a choice and special way; then cutlets of red fish, ice cream and a fruit compote, and finally a kissel of the blancmange sort.

  10. 10

    Rakitin had nosed all this out, unable to restrain himself and deliberately peeping into the Superior's kitchen, with which he too had his connections.

  11. 11

    He had connections everywhere and got hold of information everywhere.

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    His was a most restless and envious heart.

  13. 13

    He was perfectly aware in himself of his considerable abilities, but in his vanity he nervously exaggerated them.

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    He knew for certain that he would be a man of action of his own kind, but Alyosha, who was very much attached to him, was tormented by the fact that his friend Rakitin was dishonorable and was utterly unconscious of it himself — on the contrary, knowing that he would not steal money off a table, he reckoned himself once and for all a man of the highest integrity.

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    Here not only Alyosha but no one at all could have done anything.

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    Rakitin, as a person of small consequence, could not be invited to the dinner, but Father Iosif and Father Paisy had been invited, and with them one more hieromonk.

  17. 17

    They were already waiting in the Superior's dining room when Pyotr Alexandrovich, Kalganov, and Ivan Fyodorovich came in.

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    The landowner Maximov was also waiting, off to one side.

  19. 19

    The Father Superior, in order to greet his guests, stepped forward to the middle of the room.

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    He was a tall, lean, but still vigorous old man, dark-haired, heavily streaked with gray, with a long, austere, and dignified face.

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    He bowed to the guests in silence, but this time they came up to receive his blessing.

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    Miusov even ventured to kiss his hand, but the Superior somehow drew it back in time, and the kiss did not come off.

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    Ivan Fyodorovich and Kalganov, by contrast, received the blessing in full this time — that is, with the most simple-hearted and common smack of the lips upon the hand.

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    "We must apologize most earnestly, Your Reverence," began Pyotr Alexandrovich, smiling graciously, but in a tone that was nonetheless dignified and respectful, "apologize for appearing alone, without our companion Fyodor Pavlovich, whom you invited; he has been forced to excuse himself from your table, and not without cause.

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    In the cell of the reverend Father Zosima, carried away by his unhappy family quarrel with his son, he uttered several words altogether out of place… in a word, altogether improper… of which, it seems" — he glanced at the hieromonks — "Your Reverence is already aware.

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    And so, acknowledging himself to be at fault and sincerely repenting, he felt shame, and being unable to overcome it, he asked us — me and his son, Ivan Fyodorovich — to declare before you his whole sincere regret, contrition, and penitence… In a word, he hopes and means to make amends for everything later, and for now, begging your blessing, he asks you to forget what occurred…"

  27. 27

    Miusov fell silent.

  28. 28

    Having pronounced the last words of his tirade, he was left thoroughly pleased with himself, so much so that not a trace of his recent irritation remained in his soul.

  29. 29

    He once again fully and sincerely loved mankind.

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    The Superior, having heard him out with dignity, inclined his head slightly and answered:

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    "I am keenly sorry for the absent one.

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    Perhaps, at our table, he would have come to love us, and we him.

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    You are kindly welcome, gentlemen, to partake."

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    He stood before the icon and began the grace aloud.

  35. 35

    All bowed their heads reverently, and the landowner Maximov even thrust himself particularly forward, his hands pressed palm to palm before him out of special devotion.

  36. 36

    And it was just here that Fyodor Pavlovich played his last trick.

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    It must be noted that he really had meant to drive off, and really had felt the impossibility, after his shameful conduct in the elder's cell, of going to dine with the Superior as though nothing had happened.

  38. 38

    It was not that he was so very ashamed of himself or blamed himself; perhaps it was quite the opposite; but all the same he felt that to sit down to dinner would be improper.

  39. 39

    Yet no sooner had his rattling carriage been brought up to the porch of the inn than, just as he was already climbing into it, he suddenly stopped short.

  40. 40

    He recalled his own words, spoken at the elder's: "It always seems to me, whenever I walk in somewhere, that I am baser than everyone and that they all take me for a buffoon — so let me, then, actually play the buffoon, for you are every one of you stupider and baser than I am."

  41. 41

    He felt a longing to take revenge on everyone for his own foul tricks.

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    He now recalled, suddenly and to the point, how once, long before, someone had asked him: "Why do you hate so-and-so so much?" And he had answered then, in a fit of his buffoonish shamelessness: "Here is why: he, it's true, has done nothing to me, but I once played a most unconscionable trick on him, and the moment I had done it, that very instant I came to hate him for it."

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    Recalling this now, he gave a quiet, malicious laugh in a moment's reflection.

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    His eyes flashed, and even his lips quivered.

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    "Since I've begun, I may as well finish," he suddenly decided.

  46. 46

    His innermost sensation at that instant might have been put into these words: "There's no rehabilitating myself now, so let me spit on them all the more shamelessly: I'm not ashamed of you, that's all there is to it!"

  47. 47

    He told the coachman to wait, and with rapid strides returned to the monastery and went straight to the Superior.

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    He did not yet rightly know what he would do, but he knew that he was no longer master of himself and that, at the slightest push, he would now be carried in an instant to the very last extreme of some vileness — though merely vileness, mind, and by no means any crime or any escapade for which a court might punish him.

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    In the latter case he always knew how to hold himself back, and in certain instances even marveled at himself for it.

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    He appeared in the Superior's dining room at the very instant the grace ended and everyone was moving toward the table.

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    Pausing on the threshold, he surveyed the company and broke into a long, insolent, spiteful little laugh, looking everyone boldly in the eye.

  52. 52

    "They thought I'd driven off, and here I am!" he cried for the whole hall to hear.

  53. 53

    For a single moment everyone stared at him point-blank and said nothing, and all at once they all felt that something abominable, absurd, an unmistakable scandal, was about to break out.

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    Pyotr Alexandrovich passed instantly from the most genial of moods into the most ferocious.

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    Everything that had died down and gone quiet in his heart rose up and came back to life all at once. "No, this I cannot endure!" he cried, "I simply cannot, and… I absolutely cannot!"

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    The blood rushed to his head.

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    He even grew flustered, but it was no longer a moment for fine phrasing, and he snatched up his hat.

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    "What is it he cannot do?" cried Fyodor Pavlovich. "'Absolutely cannot, and cannot on any account'? Your Reverence, am I to come in or not? Will you receive a fellow diner?"

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    "You are welcome with all my heart," answered the Superior. "Gentlemen! May I," he added suddenly, "beg you with all my soul to set aside your chance quarrels and to come together in love and kindred concord, with a prayer to the Lord, at our humble table…"

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    "No, no, impossible," Pyotr Alexandrovich shouted, almost beside himself.

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    "Well, if it is impossible for Pyotr Alexandrovich, then it is impossible for me too, and I shall not stay.

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    That is what I came in for.

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    From now on I shall be everywhere with Pyotr Alexandrovich: if you leave, Pyotr Alexandrovich, I leave too; if you stay, I stay.

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    It was the kindred concord that stung him most of all, Father Superior: he does not acknowledge me as a kinsman!

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    Isn't that so, von Sohn? Look, there's von Sohn standing there. Hello, von Sohn."

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    "You… you mean me, sir?" muttered the astonished landowner Maximov.

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    "Of course you," cried Fyodor Pavlovich. "Who else? The Father Superior can hardly be von Sohn!"

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    "But I'm not von Sohn either, I'm Maximov."

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    "No, you are von Sohn.

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    Your Reverence, do you know what von Sohn is? There was a criminal trial about it: he was murdered in a den of vice — that, I believe, is what such places are called among you — murdered and robbed, and despite his venerable years he was packed into a crate, sealed up, and shipped from Petersburg to Moscow in a baggage car, under a number.

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    And while they were nailing him up, the lewd dancing-women sang songs and played on psalteries — that is, on fortifianos.

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    So that is the very same von Sohn. He has risen from the dead — isn't that so, von Sohn?"

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    "What is this? What is the meaning of it?" came voices from the group of hieromonks.

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    "Let us go!" cried Pyotr Alexandrovich, turning to Kalganov.

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    "No, sir, allow me!" Fyodor Pavlovich shrilly broke in, taking yet another step into the room. "Allow me to finish too.

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    In there, in the cell, they put it about that I behaved disrespectfully — namely, by shouting about the gudgeons.

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    Pyotr Alexandrovich Miusov, my kinsman, likes there to be plus de noblesse que de sincérité in one's speech, whereas I, on the contrary, like there to be plus de sincérité que de noblesse in mine, and — to hell with noblesse!

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    Isn't that so, von Sohn? Permit me, Father Superior: I may be a buffoon and play the buffoon, but I am a knight of honor and I wish to speak my mind.

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    Yes, sir, I am a knight of honor, whereas in Pyotr Alexandrovich there is nothing but wounded vanity and nothing more.

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    I came here today, perhaps, precisely to take a look and to speak my mind.

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    My son Alexei is seeking salvation here; I am his father, I care about his fate and am bound to care about it.

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    I have been listening all the while and playing my part, watching on the sly, and now I want to perform for you the last act of the show as well.

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    For how do things go with us? With us, whatever falls lies where it falls.

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    With us, whatever has once fallen must lie there forever.

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    Not a bit of it, sir! I mean to get up.

  86. 86

    Holy fathers, I am indignant with you.

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    Confession is a great sacrament, before which even I stand in awe and am ready to prostrate myself to the ground — and then suddenly, in there in the cell, everyone is on their knees confessing aloud.

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    Is it permitted to confess aloud?

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    The holy fathers established confession in the ear; only then will your confession be a sacrament, and so it has been from of old.

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    Or else how am I to explain to him in front of everyone that I, for instance, did this and that… well, that is, this and that, you understand? Sometimes, you know, it is improper even to say it.

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    Now that's a scandal! No, fathers, with you here one might well be drawn into Flagellantism… At the very first opportunity I'll write to the Synod, and I'll take my son Alexei home…"

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    Here a nota bene.

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    Fyodor Pavlovich could hear where the bells were ringing.

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    There had once been malicious rumors, reaching even the bishop — not only about our monastery but about others where the institution of elders had taken root — that the elders were supposedly held in too great esteem, even to the detriment of the Superior's office, and that, among other things, the elders supposedly abused the sacrament of confession, and so on, and so on.

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    Absurd accusations, which in due time died away of themselves, both with us and everywhere else.

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    But the stupid devil who had caught Fyodor Pavlovich up and was bearing him on his own nerves ever deeper into a shameful abyss prompted him with this old accusation, of which Fyodor Pavlovich himself did not understand the first word.

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    And he could not even state it coherently, all the more since on this occasion no one in the elder's cell had stood on their knees or confessed aloud, so that Fyodor Pavlovich could have seen nothing of the sort himself and was speaking only from old rumors and gossip that he had somehow scraped together in his memory.

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    But, having blurted out his foolishness, he felt that he had spouted absurd nonsense, and suddenly he longed to prove at once to his hearers, and above all to himself, that what he had said was not nonsense at all.

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    And although he knew perfectly well that with each succeeding word he would only heap more and more, still more absurd nonsense onto what he had already said, he could no longer hold himself back and went tumbling on as though down a hill.

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    "What baseness!" cried Pyotr Alexandrovich.

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    "Forgive me," the Superior said suddenly. "It was said of old: 'And they began to speak against me many things, even unto certain foul matters. But I, having heard it all, said within myself: this is the medicine of Jesus, sent to heal my vainglorious soul.'"

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    "And so we too thank you with humility, precious guest!"

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    And he bowed to Fyodor Pavlovich from the waist.

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    "Tut, tut, tut! Hypocrisy and stale phrases! Stale phrases and stale gestures! The old lie and the rote formality of bows to the ground! We know these bows!

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    'A kiss on the lips and a dagger in the heart,' as in Schiller's The Robbers.

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    I do not like falsehood, fathers, I want the truth! But the truth is not in gudgeons, and I proclaimed it!

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    Monk-fathers, why do you fast? Why do you expect a reward in heaven for it? Why, for a reward like that, I'd go and fast too!

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    No, holy monk, you be virtuous in life, do some good for society, instead of shutting yourself up in a monastery on free bread and looking for a reward up there — that would be a good deal harder.

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    I too, Father Superior, can turn a fine phrase, you know.

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    What have they laid in here?" He stepped up to the table. "Old Factory port, mead bottled by the Eliseev Brothers, oh ho, fathers!

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    Doesn't look much like gudgeons, does it.

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    Look at all the little bottles the fathers have set out, heh-heh-heh! And who brought all this here?

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    It's the Russian peasant, the laborer, who carries here the penny earned with his own calloused hands, tearing it away from his family and from the needs of the state!

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    Why, holy fathers, you are sucking the people dry!"

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    "This is quite unworthy on your part," said Father Iosif.

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    Father Paisy kept stubbornly silent.

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    Miusov rushed out of the room, and Kalganov after him.

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    "Well, fathers, I'm off after Pyotr Alexandrovich too! I'll not come to you again — beg me on your knees, I'll not come.

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    I sent you a thousand rubles, so you've got your greedy little eyes peeled again, heh-heh-heh! No, I'll add nothing more.

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    I am avenging my bygone youth, all my humiliation!" He banged his fist on the table in a fit of manufactured feeling.

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    This little monastery meant a great deal in my life! Many a bitter tear have I shed on its account!

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    You set my wife, the shrieker, against me.

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    You cursed me at seven councils and spread the word of it all over the district!

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    Enough, holy fathers; this is a liberal age, the age of steamships and railways.

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    Not a thousand, not a hundred rubles, not a hundred kopecks — you'll get nothing whatever out of me!

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    Again a nota bene.

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    Never, in any way, had our monastery meant anything of the sort in his life, nor had he ever shed a single bitter tear on its account.

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    But he had been so carried away by his own manufactured tears that for a single instant he very nearly believed himself; he even came close to weeping out of tenderness — yet in that same moment he felt that it was time to turn the shafts back around.

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    At his malicious lie the Father Superior bowed his head and once more pronounced impressively:

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    "It is written again: 'Bear with gladness the dishonor that befalls thee against thy will, and be not troubled, neither hate him that dishonors thee.' So shall we too do."

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    "Tut, tut, tut — 'they have murmured!' and the rest of the gibberish! Murmur away, fathers, but I am off.

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    And my son Alexei I take away from here forever, by my paternal authority.

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    Ivan Fyodorovich, my most respectful son, permit me to command you to follow me!

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    Von Sohn, what have you to stay here for! Come along to me in town this instant.

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    It's merry at my place. It's only a verst or so away; instead of lenten oil I'll serve you a suckling pig with kasha; we'll dine; I'll set out the brandy, then the cordial; there's arctic-bramble (knyazhenika) liqueur too… Hey, von Sohn, don't let your luck slip by!

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    He went out, shouting and gesticulating.

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    It was precisely at this moment that Rakitin caught sight of him coming out and pointed him out to Alyosha.

  138. 138

    "Alexei!" the father shouted to him from a distance, spotting him. "Move in with me for good this very day, and bring your pillow and your mattress, and let there be no whiff of you left here."

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    Alyosha stopped as if rooted to the spot, silently and attentively watching the scene.

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    Fyodor Pavlovich meanwhile had climbed into the carriage, and after him, without so much as turning to Alyosha to say goodbye, Ivan Fyodorovich began silently and gloomily to climb in as well.

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    But here yet another buffoonish and almost incredible scene arose, rounding out the episode.

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    Suddenly, at the footboard of the carriage, the landowner Maximov appeared.

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    He had come running, out of breath, so as not to be too late.

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    Rakitin and Alyosha had seen him running.

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    He was in such haste that in his impatience he had already set one foot on the step, on which Ivan Fyodorovich's left foot still rested, and, grabbing hold of the carriage body, was about to spring up into it.

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    "Me too, me too, I'm coming with you!" he kept crying as he hopped about, laughing a thin, merry little laugh, blissful in the face and ready for anything. "Take me along as well!"

  147. 147

    "Now didn't I say so," Fyodor Pavlovich cried in delight, "that this was von Sohn! That this is the real von Sohn, risen from the dead!

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    But how did you tear yourself away from there? What sort of von-Sohning did you get up to back there, and how on earth could you walk out on a dinner? You'd have to have a brass forehead to do it!

  149. 149

    I have one myself, but yours, brother, astonishes me! Jump, jump, quick! Let him in, Vanya, it'll be fun.

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    He can lie down here somehow, at our feet. Will you lie down, von Sohn? Or shall we perch him up on the box with the coachman?.. Jump up onto the box, von Sohn!.."

  151. 151

    But Ivan Fyodorovich, already settled in his seat, silently and with all his might suddenly shoved Maximov in the chest, and the man went flying back a full sazhen.

  152. 152

    That he did not fall was due to chance alone.

  153. 153

    "Drive on!" Ivan Fyodorovich shouted angrily to the coachman.

  154. 154

    "Well, what's the matter with you? What's got into you? Why did you treat him like that?" Fyodor Pavlovich flared up, but the carriage was already moving off.

  155. 155

    Ivan Fyodorovich did not answer.

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    "There, you see what you are!" said Fyodor Pavlovich again after a silence of two minutes, eyeing his little son sidelong. "You're the one who got this whole monastery business up, you egged it on, you approved of it — so why are you angry now?"

  157. 157

    "Enough of your idle chatter; rest a little at least now," Ivan Fyodorovich cut him off harshly.

  158. 158

    Fyodor Pavlovich again fell silent for a couple of minutes.

  159. 159

    "A little brandy would be good right now," he remarked sententiously.

  160. 160

    But Ivan Fyodorovich did not answer.

  161. 161

    "You shall have a drink once we get there."

  162. 162

    Ivan Fyodorovich went on saying nothing.

  163. 163

    Fyodor Pavlovich waited another couple of minutes.

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    "All the same, I'm going to take little Alyoshka out of the monastery, in spite of its being very disagreeable to you, my most respectful Karl von Moor."

  165. 165

    Ivan Fyodorovich gave a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders and, turning away, sat staring at the road.

  166. 166

    After that they did not speak again the whole way home.

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