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Russian · Book V — Pro and Contra

II. Смердяков с гитарой

Smerdyakov with a Guitar

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    And besides, there had been no time for it.

    Даandда · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    иbesidesи · particlepart of да-и idiom, modifies некогда
    некогдаno timeнекогда · adverb, predicatecoordinated with Да
    былоwasбыть · auxiliary verb, past, indicative, active, singular, imperfectivemain verb of the sentence
    емуfor himон · pronoun, dative, masculine, singularindirect object of было
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    A thought had flashed through him while he was still saying goodbye to Lise.

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    The thought of how he might, by the most cunning means, catch his brother Dmitri right now, who was so plainly hiding from him.

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    It was no longer early; it was past two, going on three in the afternoon.

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    With his whole being Alyosha was straining toward the monastery, toward his “great one” who lay dying, yet the need to see his brother Dmitri overpowered everything: hour by hour, the conviction kept mounting in Alyosha's mind that some inescapable, dreadful catastrophe was about to come to pass.

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    What exactly the catastrophe consisted of, and what he would want to say to his brother at this very minute, perhaps even he himself could not have defined.

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    “Let my benefactor die without me, but at least I will not have to reproach myself my whole life that, perhaps, I could have saved something and did not, that I passed by, hurrying home to my own house.

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    By doing this, I will be acting according to his great word…”

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    His plan was to take his brother Dmitri unawares—namely, to climb over that same wattle fence, as he had yesterday, slip into the garden, and lie in wait inside the summer-house.

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    “And if he is not there,” thought Alyosha, “then, without telling either Foma or the women of the house, I will hide and wait in the summer-house, even until evening.

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    If he is still keeping watch for Grushenka to come, then it is very likely he will turn up at the summer-house…”

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    Alyosha, for that matter, did not reason out the details of the plan at any great length, but he resolved to carry it through, even if it meant not getting to the monastery today…

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    Everything came off without a hitch: he climbed over the wattle fence at almost the very spot where he had yesterday, and stole his way into the summer-house.

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    He did not want to be noticed: both the landlady and Foma (if he were here) might take his brother's side and obey his orders, and so either not let Alyosha into the garden, or warn his brother in good time that he was being looked for and asked after.

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    There was no one in the summer-house.

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    Alyosha sat down in his place from yesterday and began to wait.

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    He looked the summer-house over; for some reason it struck him as far more decrepit than the day before—a wretched little thing it seemed to him this time.

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    The day, however, was just as clear as it had been yesterday.

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    On the green table a ring had been left, the mark of a glass of cognac that must have been spilled the day before.

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    Idle, useless thoughts crept into his head, as they always do during a dull wait: why, for instance, on coming in here now, had he sat down in precisely the same exact spot where he had sat yesterday, and not in another?

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    At last he grew very sad—sad with the anxiousness of not knowing.

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    But he had not been sitting there even a quarter of an hour when suddenly, somewhere very near, the chord of a guitar sounded.

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    Someone had been sitting there, or had only just sat down, about twenty paces from him, no farther, somewhere in the bushes.

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    A recollection suddenly flickered up in Alyosha: that yesterday, as he was leaving his brother and the summer-house, he had seen—or as if there had flashed before him—off to the left, by the fence, a low, old green garden bench among the bushes.

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    It was on it, then, that the visitors had now settled themselves.

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    But who?

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    A man's voice suddenly struck up a verse in a sugary falsetto, accompanying himself on the guitar:

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    By a power none can master I cleave to my dear one. Lord, ha-a-ave mercy On her and on me! On her and on me! On her and on me!

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    The voice stopped.

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    A lackey's tenor, and the affected twist of the song a lackey's too.

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    Another voice, a woman's this time, suddenly spoke up, coaxing and as if shy, yet with a great deal of coyness all the same:

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    “Why is it you don't come to see us for so long, Pavel Fyodorovich? Why is it you keep looking down on us?”

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    “It's nothing, ma'am,” answered the man's voice, politely enough, but above all with an insistent, firm dignity.

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    Clearly the man had the upper hand, and the woman was the one doing the flirting.

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    “The man—that, it seems, is Smerdyakov,” thought Alyosha, “by the voice at least; and the lady—that must be the daughter of the woman who owns this little house, the one who came from Moscow, wears a dress with a train, and goes to Marfa Ignatyevna's for soup…”

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    “I'm awfully fond of any kind of verse, if it scans nicely,” the woman's voice went on. “Why don't you go on?”

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    The voice struck up again:

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    A royal crown were nothing— If only my darling were healthy. Lord, ha-a-ave mercy On her and on me! On her and on me! On her and on me!

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    “Last time it came out even better,” the woman's voice remarked. “You sang it about the crown: ‘If only my sweetheart were healthy.’

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    That way it came out more tender; you must have forgotten it today.”

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    “Verse is rubbish, ma'am,” Smerdyakov cut in.

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    “Oh no, I'm very fond of a little poem.”

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    “As for its being verse, ma'am, that's essentially rubbish, ma'am.

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    Judge for yourself: who in the world talks in rhyme?

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    And if we all took to talking in rhyme, even by order of the authorities, how much would we manage to say, ma'am?

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    Verse is no business of mine, Marya Kondratyevna.

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    “How is it you're so clever in everything? However did you come to be so accomplished in everything?” the woman's voice cooed, more and more caressing.

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    “I could do much more than this, ma'am, I could know much more than this, ma'am, were it not for my lot in life from my very childhood.

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    I'd shoot dead in a duel the man who'd say to my face that I'm a scoundrel because I came into the world fatherless, from the Stinking woman; and back in Moscow they kept throwing it in my eyes, it crept over there thanks to Grigory Vasilyevich, ma'am.

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    Grigory Vasilyevich reproaches me for rebelling against my own birth: ‘You,’ says he, ‘you tore open her womb.’

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    Womb or no womb, I'd have let myself be killed in the very belly, only so as not to be brought into the world at all, ma'am.

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    They talked of it in the marketplace, and your mama too took it into her head to tell me all about it, out of her great want of delicacy, that she went about with her hair all in a matted tangle, and that she stood no more than two arshins and a wee bit in height.

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    Why ‘a wee bit,’ when one could simply say ‘a little,’ the way everyone else pronounces it?

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    She wanted to put it tearfully, but that, you see, is a peasant tear, so to speak, ma'am, the most peasant sort of feeling.

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    Can a Russian peasant have any feeling at all next to an educated man?

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    In his lack of education he can have no feeling whatever.

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    From my very childhood, whenever I'd happen to hear that ‘a wee bit,’ I felt I could fairly throw myself at the wall.

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    I hate the whole of Russia, Marya Kondratyevna.

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    “If you'd been a young cadet in the army, or a dashing little hussar, you wouldn't talk like that—you'd have drawn your saber and gone to defend the whole of Russia.”

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    “Not only do I not wish to be an army hussar, Marya Kondratyevna, but on the contrary, I wish for the abolition of all soldiers, ma'am.”

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    “And when the enemy comes, who's going to defend us?”

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    “Why, there's no need of it at all, ma'am.

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    In the year '12 there was the great invasion of Russia by the Emperor Napoleon the First of France, father of the present one, and it would have been a fine thing if those very Frenchmen had conquered us then: a clever nation would have subjugated a thoroughly stupid one, ma'am, and joined it to itself.

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    Things would have been ordered quite differently, ma'am.

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    “As if they're really so much better off there than we are?

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    I wouldn't trade one of our own little dandies for three of the very youngest Englishmen,” Marya Kondratyevna said tenderly, accompanying her words at that moment, no doubt, with her most languishing glances.

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    “That depends on whom one fancies, ma'am.”

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    “But you yourself are just like a foreigner—just like a most genteel foreigner; there, I say it to you, for all my shame.”

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    “If you wish to know, then in point of debauchery they're all alike, theirs and ours.

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    All rogues, ma'am, only with this difference: that the one over there walks about in patent-leather boots, while our scoundrel reeks in his poverty and finds nothing wrong with it.

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    The Russian people need to be flogged, ma'am, as Fyodor Pavlovich rightly said yesterday, mad though he is, he and all his children, ma'am.

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    “But you said yourself that you have such respect for Ivan Fyodorovich.”

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    “And yet he spoke of me as a stinking lackey.

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    They reckon I'm capable of rebelling; there they're mistaken, ma'am.

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    Had I such a sum in my pocket, I'd have been gone from here long ago.

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    Dmitri Fyodorovich is worse than any lackey, in his conduct, in his mind, and in his poverty too, ma'am, and there's nothing whatever he can do, yet on the contrary, everyone holds him in honor.

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    I, let's say, am only a broth-cook, but given the luck, I could open a café-restaurant in Moscow, on Petrovka.

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    Because I cook specialty dishes, and not one of them in Moscow, the foreigners aside, can serve a specialty dish.

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    Dmitri Fyodorovich is a ragged pauper, ma'am, yet let him challenge the very foremost count's son to a duel, and the man will go out with him, ma'am—and how is he any better than me, ma'am?

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    Because he's beyond all comparison stupider than I am.

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    Think how much money he's frittered away to no purpose at all, ma'am.

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    “A duel must be very fine, I think,” Marya Kondratyevna suddenly remarked.

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    “How so, ma'am?”

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    “So frightening and so brave, especially when young officers, pistols in hand, blaze away at one another over some lady or other.

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    A perfect picture.

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    Ah, if only they let girls in to watch, I'd want dreadfully to see it.”

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    “It's fine when you're the one taking aim, but when they're aiming straight into your own mug, then it's the stupidest feeling there is, ma'am.

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    You'd run from the spot, Marya Kondratyevna.”

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    “You don't mean you'd really run?”

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    But Smerdyakov did not deign to answer.

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    After a moment's silence, the chord sounded once more and the falsetto poured itself out in a last verse:

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    However hard I try, Away I'll take myself, Reveling in li-i-ife And living in the capital! I will not grieve. I won't grieve at all, I haven't the least intention of grieving!

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    Here something unexpected happened: Alyosha suddenly sneezed; on the bench they fell silent in an instant.

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    Alyosha stood up and walked in their direction.

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    It was indeed Smerdyakov, all dressed up, pomaded and very nearly curled, in patent-leather shoes.

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    The guitar lay on the bench.

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    The lady was Marya Kondratyevna, the landlady's daughter; the dress she wore was a pale blue one, with a train two arshins long; the girl was still quite young and would not have been bad-looking, but for her too round a face and her frightful freckles.

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    “Will my brother Dmitri be back soon?” said Alyosha as calmly as he could.

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    Smerdyakov rose slowly from the bench; Marya Kondratyevna rose as well.

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    “How should I be informed about Dmitri Fyodorovich? It'd be another matter if I were set to keep watch over him,” Smerdyakov answered, quietly, distinctly, and with disdain.

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    “But I simply asked whether you might not know,” Alyosha explained.

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    “I know nothing of his whereabouts, and don't wish to know either, ma'am.”

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    “But my brother told me explicitly that it's you who keep him informed of everything that goes on in the house, and that you promised to let him know when Agrafena Alexandrovna comes.”

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    Smerdyakov slowly and imperturbably raised his eyes to him.

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    “And how did you see fit to get in this time, seeing that the gate here has been bolted shut for an hour now?” he asked, gazing intently at Alyosha.

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    “I came in from the lane, over the fence, straight into the summer-house.

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    I hope you'll forgive me for that,” he said, turning to Marya Kondratyevna; “I had to catch my brother as quickly as I could.”

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    “Ah, how could we ever take offense at you,” drawled Marya Kondratyevna, flattered by Alyosha's apology, “since Dmitri Fyodorovich often comes to the summer-house this same way; we don't even know it, and he's already sitting there.”

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    “I'm searching very hard for him now; I'd very much like to see him, or to learn from you where he is at present.

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    Believe me, it's on a matter of great importance to himself.”

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    “He doesn't tell us his comings and goings,” Marya Kondratyevna faltered.

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    “Even though I'd come here as an acquaintance,” Smerdyakov began again, “they've worried me beyond all bearing here too, with their endless questions about the master: what's this, says he, and how are things with them, who comes and who goes, and can't I tell them something more?

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    Twice they even threatened me with death.

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    “With death, how do you mean?” Alyosha said in surprise.

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    “And would that be anything to them, ma'am, given their character, which you yourself saw fit to observe yesterday, ma'am.

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    If, they say, I let Agrafena Alexandrovna by and she spends the night here—you'll be the first not to live to tell of it.

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    I'm very much afraid of them, ma'am, and if I weren't afraid of something still worse, I ought to report them to the town authorities.

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    God only knows what they might do, ma'am.”

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    “The other day they said to him: ‘I'll grind you to a pulp in a mortar,’” Marya Kondratyevna added.

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    “Well, if it's a mortar, then that's perhaps only talk…” Alyosha remarked. “If I could meet him right now, I might say something to him about this very thing…”

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    "This is the one thing I can tell you," said Smerdyakov, as if he had suddenly made up his mind. "I come here through the long-standing neighborly acquaintance, and how could I not come, sir?

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    On the other hand, Ivan Fyodorovich sent me at first light today to the gentleman's lodgings, to his place on Ozyornaya Street, without a letter, sir, with this errand: that Dmitri Fyodorovich was without fail to come, by word of mouth, to the tavern here on the square, sir, so the two of them might dine together.

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    So I went, sir, but I did not find Dmitri Fyodorovich at his lodgings, sir, though it was already eight o'clock.

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    "He was here, they say, but he's gone for good" — those were the very words his landlords gave me.

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    There is plainly some arrangement between them, sir, a mutual one, sir.

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    And now, perhaps at this very minute, they are sitting in that tavern with your brother Ivan Fyodorovich, for Ivan Fyodorovich did not come home to dine, while Fyodor Pavlovich finished his dinner an hour ago, alone, and has now lain down to rest.

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    I most earnestly beg you, however, to say nothing to him about me or about what I have told you, sir, for he would kill me without a second thought, sir."

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    "Brother Ivan asked Dmitri to the tavern today?" Alyosha asked again, quickly.

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    "That is exactly so, sir."

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    "To the tavern 'The Metropolis,' on the square?"

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    "That very one, sir."

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    "That is quite possible!" exclaimed Alyosha in great agitation. "Thank you, Smerdyakov; this is important news, I'll go there at once."

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    "Don't give me away, sir," Smerdyakov called after him.

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    "Oh no, I'll turn up at the tavern as if by chance, you may set your mind at rest."

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    "But where are you going? I'll open the gate for you," Marya Kondratyevna started to cry out.

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    "No, it's shorter this way, I'll go over the fence again."

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    The news had shaken Alyosha terribly.

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    He set off for the tavern.

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    To go into the tavern dressed as he was would have been unseemly, but to inquire on the stairs and call them out — that was possible.

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    But no sooner had he come up to the tavern than a window suddenly opened, and his brother Ivan himself called down to him from above:

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    "Alyosha, can you come up here to me right now, or not?

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    You'd be doing me a tremendous favor."

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    "I can well enough, only I don't know how, dressed as I am."

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    "As it happens, I'm in a private room; come to the porch, I'll run down to meet you..."

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    A minute later Alyosha was sitting beside his brother.

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    Ivan was alone and dining.

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Братья Карамазовы, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Book V — Pro and Contra.
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