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VIII. За коньячком

Over the Brandy

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    The argument was over, but, strange to say, Fyodor Pavlovitch, who had grown so merry, suddenly scowled toward the end.

    Спорargumentспор · noun, nominative, masculine, singularsubject of кончился
    кончилсяwas overкончиться · verb, past, indicative, middle, singular, perfectivemain verb of the sentence
    ноbutно · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    странноеstrangeстранный · adjective, nominative, neuter, singularmodifies дело
    делоthingдело · noun, nominative, neuter, singularparenthetical expression

    'странное дело' is a set parenthetical meaning 'strange to say'.

    стольsoстоль · adverbmodifies развеселившийся
    развеселившийсяwho had grown merryразвеселиться · verb, past, active, participle, masculine, singular, nominative, perfectiveclause modifying Федор
    ФедорFyodorфёдор · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularsubject of нахмурился
    ПавловичPavlovitchпавлович · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularin apposition to Федор
    подtowardпод · prepositionpreposition marking конец
    конецthe endконец · noun, accusative, masculine, singularoblique complement of нахмурился
    вдругsuddenlyвдруг · adverbmodifies нахмурился
    нахмурилсяscowledнахмуриться · verb, past, indicative, middle, singular, perfectivecoordinated with кончился
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    He scowled and tossed back a brandy, and this was already one glass too many.

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    "Off with you, you Jesuits, get out," he shouted at the servants.

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    "Go on, Smerdyakov.

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    I'll send the gold piece I promised today, but you, off you go.

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    Don't cry, Grigory, go to Marfa, she'll comfort you and put you to bed.

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    "The scoundrels won't let a man sit in peace after dinner," he snapped all at once in vexation, the moment the servants withdrew at his command.

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    "Smerdyakov keeps pushing his way in here at dinner now, every single time — it's you he finds so fascinating; how have you so won him over?" he added, turning to Ivan Fyodorovitch.

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    "Not in the least," the other replied. "He's taken it into his head to respect me; he's a lackey and a boor.

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    Advance cannon-fodder, though, when the time comes.

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    "Advance?"

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    "There will be others, and better ones, but there will be these as well.

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    First there will be this kind, and after them the better ones."

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    "And when will the time come?"

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    "The rocket will go up, but it may not burn all the way through.

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    For now the common folk aren't very fond of listening to these broth-makers."

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    "You know, brother, a Balaam's ass like that one thinks and thinks, and the devil knows what he may think himself round to in there."

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    "He'll store up his thoughts," Ivan said with a smirk.

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    "You see, I happen to know that he can't stand me, any more than he can stand anyone else, and you just the same, though it seems to you he's 'taken it into his head to respect you.'

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    Alyosha even more so — Alyosha he despises.

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    But he won't steal, there's that, he's no gossip, he holds his tongue, he won't carry the household's dirty linen abroad, he bakes a splendid fish-pie, and besides all that, the devil take him, truth be told — so is he even worth talking about?"

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    "Of course he isn't."

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    "And as for whatever he may dream up in there to himself — the Russian peasant, generally speaking, ought to be flogged.

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    I've always maintained it.

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    Our peasant is a swindler, he isn't worth pitying, and it's a good thing they still thrash him now and then even now.

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    The Russian land is held strong by the birch.

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    Lay waste the forests and the Russian land will perish.

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    I stand up for clever men.

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    We've stopped thrashing the peasants out of our great cleverness, while they go on flogging themselves.

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    And they do well.

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    With the measure you mete, it shall be meted to you again — or however it goes…

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    In a word, it shall be meted back.

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    And Russia is filth.

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    My friend, if only you knew how I hate Russia… that is, not Russia, but all these vices… well, and Russia too, maybe.

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    Tout cela c'est de la cochonnerie.

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    Do you know what I love?

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    I love wit."

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    "You've drunk another glass.

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    That should be enough for you."

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    "Wait, one more and then one more, and then I'll be done.

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    No, hold on, you interrupted me.

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    Passing through Mokroye I asked an old fellow, and he says to me: 'We're mighty fond, says he, above all else, of flogging the girls by a court ruling, and we let the young men do the flogging.

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    And afterwards the very girl that one of them flogged today, tomorrow the lad takes her for his bride, so that for the girls themselves, says he, it's become a custom with us.'

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    What do you make of those Marquises de Sade, eh?

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    But say what you like, it's witty.

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    We ought to drive over and take a look, eh?

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    Alyoshka, have you blushed?

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    Don't be ashamed, little one.

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    A pity I didn't stay for dinner at the Father Superior's just now and tell the monks about the Mokroye girls.

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    Alyoshka, don't be cross that I offended your Father Superior earlier.

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    It's anger that takes hold of me, brother.

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    For if God exists, if He is real — well, then of course I'm to blame and I'll answer for it; but if there's no God at all, then do they even deserve such treatment, those fathers of yours?

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    For then it isn't enough merely to cut off their heads, because they hold back progress.

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    Do you believe me, Ivan, that this torments me in my very feelings?

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    No, you don't believe it — I can see it in your eyes.

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    You believe what people say, that I'm nothing but a buffoon.

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    Alyosha, do you believe I'm not merely a buffoon?"

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    "I believe you're not merely a buffoon."

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    "And I believe that you do believe it and speak sincerely.

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    You look at me sincerely and you speak sincerely.

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    But Ivan doesn't.

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    Ivan is haughty…

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    All the same, I'd have done away with that little monastery of yours.

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    Take all this mysticism and abolish it across the whole Russian land at one stroke, so as to bring all the fools to their senses once and for all.

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    And the silver, the gold — think how much would flow into the Mint!"

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    "But why abolish it?" said Ivan.

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    "So that the truth may shine forth the sooner — that's why."

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    "But if that truth does shine forth, then you'll be the very first to be robbed, and after that… abolished."

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    "Bah!

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    Why, you may well be right.

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    Ah, what an ass I am," Fyodor Pavlovitch flared up suddenly, lightly smacking himself on the forehead.

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    "Well then, let your little monastery stand, Alyoshka, if that's how it is.

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    And we clever men will sit in the warm and enjoy our brandy.

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    Do you know, Ivan, that it must surely have been arranged this way on purpose by God Himself?

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    Ivan, tell me: is there a God or not?

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    Wait: tell me for certain, tell me in earnest!

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    What are you laughing at again?"

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    "I'm laughing at the witty remark you yourself made earlier about Smerdyakov's belief in the existence of two elders who can move mountains."

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    "What, does it sound like that now?"

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    "Very much so."

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    "Well then, that means I too am a Russian man, and I have a Russian streak, and you, a philosopher, can likewise be caught out on your own streak in just the same way.

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    Shall I catch you out?

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    Let's lay a wager that I'll catch you out as soon as tomorrow.

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    But all the same, tell me: is there a God or not?

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    Only in earnest!

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    I need it in earnest now."

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    "No, there is no God."

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    "Alyoshka, is there a God?"

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    "There is a God."

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    "Ivan, and is there immortality, well, some sort of it, even a little one, the tiniest little one?"

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    "There is no immortality either."

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    "None at all?"

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    "None at all."

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    "That is, an absolute zero, or something?

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    Perhaps there's some sort of something?

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    Surely it can't be nothing at all!"

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    "An absolute zero."

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    "Alyoshka, is there immortality?"

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    "There is."

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    "Both God and immortality?"

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    "Both God and immortality. Immortality is in God."

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    "Hm.

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    More likely Ivan is right.

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    Lord, only think how much faith man has given up, how many forces of every kind squandered for nothing on this dream, and for so many thousands of years already!

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    Who is it, then, that mocks mankind so?

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    Ivan?

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    For the last time and once and for all: is there a God or not?

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    I ask it for the last time!"

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    "And for the last time, no."

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    "Then who is it that mocks mankind, Ivan?"

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    "The devil, must be," Ivan Fyodorovitch said with a smirk.

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    "And does the devil exist?"

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    "No, there's no devil either."

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    "A pity.

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    Devil take it, what wouldn't I do after that to the man who first invented God!

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    Hanging him on a bitter aspen would be too good for him."

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    "There'd have been no civilization at all then, if they hadn't invented God."

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    "There wouldn't have been?

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    Without God, you mean?"

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    "Yes."

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    And there'd have been no brandy either.

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    But the brandy I'll have to take off your hands all the same.

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    "Wait, wait, wait, my dear, one more little glass.

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    I've offended Alyosha.

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    You're not angry, Alexey?

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    My dear little Alexey, my own little Alexey!"

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    "No, I'm not angry.

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    I know your thoughts.

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    Your heart is better than your head."

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    "My heart better than my head?

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    Lord, and who is it saying so?

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    Ivan, do you love Alyoshka?"

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    "I do."

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    "Then love him."

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    (Fyodor Pavlovich was getting badly drunk.)

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    "Listen, Alyosha, I was rude to your elder just now.

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    But I was worked up.

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    And yet there's a wit about that elder — what do you think, Ivan?

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    "Maybe there is."

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    "There is, there is, il y a du Piron là-dedans.

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    He's a Jesuit — a Russian one, that is.

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    As befits a noble creature, there boils up in him a hidden indignation at having to put on a show… to pull holiness over himself like a coat.

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    "But surely he does believe in God."

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    "Not a kopeck's worth.

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    And you didn't know?

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    Why, he tells everyone so himself — well, not everyone, but every clever man who comes to him.

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    To Governor Schultz he came straight out with it: credo, but I don't know in what.

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    "Really?"

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    "Exactly so.

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    But I respect him.

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    There's something Mephistophelean in him, or rather something out of A Hero of Our Time… Arbenin, or whatever his name is… that is, you see, he's a sensualist; he's such a sensualist that even now I'd be afraid for my daughter or my wife, if she went to him to make confession.

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    You know, once he gets to telling a story…

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    Year before last he lured us over to his place for a little tea, and with liqueur (the ladies send him liqueur), and once he set off describing the old days, we nearly split our sides…

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    Especially how he'd cured some paralytic woman.

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    'If only my legs didn't ache,' he says, 'I'd dance you a dance.'

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    Eh, how's that?

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    'I've been quite the holy rogue in my day,' he says.

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    He fleeced sixty thousand off the merchant Demidov.

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    "What — stole it?"

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    "The man brought it to him as to an honest fellow: 'Keep it for me, brother, they're searching my place tomorrow.'

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    And he kept it, all right.

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    'But you'd donated it to the church,' he says.

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    I say to him: you're a scoundrel, I say.

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    No, he says, I'm no scoundrel, only I'm broad-natured…

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    But no, that wasn't him… That was somebody else.

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    I got muddled, telling it about someone else… and never noticed.

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    Well, one more little glass and that's enough; clear away the bottle, Ivan.

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    I was talking rubbish — why didn't you stop me, Ivan… why didn't you tell me I was lying?"

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    "I knew you'd stop of your own accord."

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    "That's a lie — you did it out of spite toward me, sheer spite.

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    You despise me.

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    You came to my house and despise me under my own roof."

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    "I'll go away, then; the brandy's getting the better of you."

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    "I begged you, for the love of Christ and God, to go to Chermashnya… for a day or two, and you won't go."

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    "I'll go tomorrow, if you insist on it so."

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    "You won't go.

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    You'd rather stay here and spy on me — that's what you want, you malicious soul, and that's why you won't go, isn't it?"

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    The old man would not let up.

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    He had reached that little notch of drunkenness where certain drunkards, peaceable until that moment, are seized all at once with the urge to turn nasty and make a show of themselves,

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    "Why are you looking at me?

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    What sort of eyes are those of yours?

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    Your eyes look at me and say to me: 'You drunken mug.'

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    Suspicious eyes you have, contemptuous eyes…

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    You came here with something on your mind.

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    Now Alyoshka there is looking on, and his eyes are shining.

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    Alyosha doesn't despise me.

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    Alexey, don't love Ivan…"

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    "Don't be angry at my brother!

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    Stop hurting him," Alyosha said suddenly and insistently.

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    "Oh, very well, if you like.

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    Ugh, my head aches.

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    Take away the brandy, Ivan — I'm telling you for the third time."

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    He fell to musing, and suddenly broke into a long, sly smile:

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    "Don't be angry, Ivan, at an old weakling.

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    I know you don't love me, but all the same don't be angry.

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    There's nothing in me to love anyway.

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    Go off to Chermashnya, and I'll come to you myself, bring you a present.

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    I'll point out a little wench to you there — I've had my eye on her a long while.

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    She still goes about barefoot, for now.

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    Don't be frightened of barefoot girls, don't scorn them — they're pearls!.."

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    And he kissed his own hand with a smack.

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    "For me," he came suddenly all alive, as if for an instant he had sobered up the moment he hit upon a favorite theme, "for me…

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    Ah, you lads!

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    You children, you little sucklings, for me… why, in my whole life there was never an ugly woman — there's my rule!

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    Can you grasp that?

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    But how could you grasp it: you've still got milk in your veins instead of blood, you're not even hatched yet!

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    By my rule, in every woman there's something extraordinarily — devil take it — interesting, something you won't find in any other, only you have to know how to find it, and there's the trick of it!

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    That's a talent!

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    For me there were never any plain ones: the mere fact that she's a woman, that alone is half of everything… but how are you to grasp that!

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    Even among the withered old ones you'll sometimes turn up something that leaves you marveling at the other fools — how they ever let her grow old and never noticed her till now!

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    A barefoot girl or a plain one you have first of all to astonish — that's how you've got to go about her.

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    And you didn't know that?

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    You have to astonish her into rapture, into a pang, into shame that such a gentleman as you should have fallen for a swarthy little thing like her.

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    It's truly a fine thing that there always are and always will be churls and gentry in the world, so there'll always be a little scrubwoman of that sort and always her master, and that's all one needs for the happiness of life!

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    Wait… listen, Alyoshka, I always used to astonish your late mother, only it came out in another way.

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    I'd never caress her, but then all of a sudden, when the moment came — all of a sudden I'd just throw myself down before her, crawl on my knees, kiss her little feet, and I'd always, always bring her — I remember it as if it were now — to a little laugh of a certain kind, a crumbling, ringing laugh, not loud, nervous, peculiar.

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    That was the only laugh she had.

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    I knew, you see, that her illness always began that way with her, that the very next day she'd start shrieking out like a possessed woman, and that this present little laugh meant no rapture at all — but still, deception though it was, it was rapture.

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    That's what it means to know how to find your own little notch in everything!

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    Once Belyavsky — there was a handsome fellow here, and rich, who hung about after her and took to coming to my house — suddenly, in my own home, ups and gives me a slap, and right in front of her.

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    And she, that lamb of a woman — why, I thought she'd beat me herself for that slap, the way she flew at me: 'You,' she says, 'you've been struck now, struck, you've taken a slap from him!

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    You were selling me to him,' she says…

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    How dared he strike you in front of me!

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    And don't you dare come to me ever again, never, never!

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    Go this instant, challenge him to a duel…'

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    So then I took her off to the monastery to be humbled, and the holy fathers read prayers over her.

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    But as God's my witness, Alyosha, I never once wronged my little shrieker!

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    Just the one time, perhaps, that first year: she was praying a great deal then, kept the feasts of the Mother of God especially, and would drive me out of her room into my study.

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    I think to myself, let me knock this mysticism out of her!

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    'You see,' I say, 'you see, here's your holy icon, here it is, watch me take it down.

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    Now look here: you hold it for a wonder-worker, and I'm going to spit on it this minute, right before you, and nothing will come of it for me!..'

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    When she saw it — Lord, I think, now she'll kill me — but all she did was jump up, throw up her hands, then suddenly cover her face with her hands, begin shaking all over, and fall to the floor… just sank straight down…

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    Alyosha, Alyosha! What's wrong, what's wrong with you!"

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    The old man jumped up in fright.

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    From the very moment he had begun to speak about his mother, Alyosha's face had little by little begun to change.

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    He had flushed red, his eyes had blazed up, his lips had trembled…

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    The drunken old wretch went on spluttering and noticed nothing until the very minute when something very strange happened to Alyosha all at once — namely, that the very same thing was suddenly repeated in him, point for point, that he had just been telling about the 'shrieker.'

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    Alyosha suddenly sprang up from the table, exactly as, by the account, his mother had done, threw up his hands, then covered his face with them, dropped onto a chair as if cut down, and all at once began shaking all over in a hysterical fit of sudden, convulsing, soundless tears.

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    The extraordinary resemblance to the mother particularly struck the old man.

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    "Ivan, Ivan! Quick, get him some water.

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    It is like her, exactly like her, like his mother that time!

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    Spray some water from your mouth onto him — that is what I used to do with her.

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    It is on account of his mother, his own mother… — he muttered to Ivan.

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    — But surely my mother too, I suppose, was his mother — or what is your opinion? — Ivan burst out all at once, with an irrepressible, wrathful scorn.

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    The old man flinched at the sudden flash of his glare.

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    But here something very strange happened — for one second only, it is true: it seems the old man had genuinely lost hold of the notion that Alyosha's mother had also been Ivan's mother…

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    — How do you mean, your mother? — he mumbled, not understanding.

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    — What are you on about? Which mother do you mean?.. why, was she really… Ah, the devil!

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    Why, of course she was yours too!

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    Ah, the devil!

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    Well, brother, my mind went blank as never before — forgive me, I had thought, Ivan… He-he-he! — He broke off.

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    A long, drunken, half-witless grin spread his face wide.

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    And just then, at that very instant, there rose up in the entrance hall a fearful din and clatter, frenzied shouts rang out, the door flew open, and Dmitri Fyodorovich came hurtling into the room.

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    The old man flung himself at Ivan in terror:

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    — He will kill me, he will kill me! Don't give me up, don't give me up! — he kept crying out, clutching at the skirt of Ivan Fyodorovich's frock coat.

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Братья Карамазовы, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Book III — The Sensualists.
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