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VI. Сам еду!

"I Am Coming, Too!"

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    And Dmitri Fyodorovich was flying along the road.

    Аandа · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    ДмитрийDmitriДмитрий · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singularsubject of летел
    ФедоровичFyodorovichФёдорович · proper noun, nominative, masculine, singulardepends on Дмитрий
    летелwas flyingлететь · verb, past, indicative, active, singular, imperfectivemain verb of the sentence
    поalongпо · prepositionpreposition marking дороге
    дорогеthe roadдорога · noun, dative, feminine, singularoblique complement of летел
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    It was a little over twenty versts to Mokroe, but Andrey's troika was galloping so hard that it could get there in an hour and a quarter.

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    The swift ride seemed all at once to freshen Mitya.

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    The air was fresh and rather cold, and great stars shone in the clear sky.

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    It was that very night, and perhaps that very hour, when Alyosha, having fallen to the earth, "in a frenzy swore to love her for ever and ever."

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    But a vague confusion, a very deep confusion, lay in Mitya's soul, and though much was tormenting him now, in this moment his whole being strained irresistibly toward her alone, toward his queen, toward whom he was flying so as to look upon her one last time.

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    I will say only one thing: his heart did not argue with itself for even a minute.

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    Perhaps no one will believe me if I say that this jealous man felt not the slightest jealousy toward this new person, this new rival who had sprung up out of the ground, toward this "officer."

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    Toward any other man, had one appeared, he would have flared into jealousy at once, and might once again have wetted his terrible hands with blood; yet toward this one, toward this "first lover of hers," he felt now, as he flew along in his troika, not only no jealous hatred but not even any hostility — true, he had not yet set eyes on him.

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    "Here there can be no dispute — here is her right and his; here is her first love, the one she has not forgotten in five years: which means she loved only him through these five years, and I — why did I shove myself in here?

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    What have I to do with any of it?

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    Step aside, Mitya, and give way!

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    And what am I now?

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    Now everything is over even without the officer; even had he never appeared at all, everything would have been over just the same…"

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    It was in some such words that he might have set out his feelings, more or less, if only he had been able to reason.

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    But by then he was no longer able to reason.

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    His whole present resolve had been born without reasoning, in a single instant; it had been felt all at once and accepted whole, with all its consequences, back at Fenya's, at her very first words.

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    And yet, for all the resolve he had taken on, his soul was in confusion, in a confusion that hurt: even resolve had brought him no peace.

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    Too much stood behind him and tormented him.

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    And at moments it struck him as strange: after all, he had written his own sentence against himself, in his own hand, with pen on paper — "I execute myself and punish myself"; and the slip of paper was lying right there, in his pocket, made ready; after all, the pistol was already loaded, after all he had already decided how he would meet, tomorrow, the first hot ray of "golden-haired Phoebus" — and yet meanwhile, with the old life, with everything that stood behind him and tormented him, there was, all the same, no settling of accounts, and he felt this to the point of torture, and the thought of it bit into his soul with despair.

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    There was one moment on the road when he suddenly wanted to stop Andrey, to leap out of the cart, to take out his loaded pistol and finish it all, without even waiting for the dawn.

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    But that moment flew past like a spark.

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    And the troika went flying on, "devouring the distance," and the nearer it drew to its goal, again the thought of her, of her alone, took his breath away more and more strongly and drove away all the other terrible phantoms from his heart.

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    Oh, how he longed to look at her, if only for an instant, if only from afar!

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    "She is with him now — well, so I will just look at how she is now with him, with her old sweetheart, and that is all I need."

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    And never yet had so much love for this woman, fateful in his destiny, risen up out of his breast — so much that was new, a feeling he had never yet known, a feeling unexpected even to himself, a feeling tender to the point of prayer, to the point of vanishing utterly before her.

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    "And vanish I will!" he said suddenly, in a fit of some hysterical rapture.

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    They had been galloping for nearly an hour.

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    Mitya was silent, and Andrey, talkative peasant though he was, had likewise not yet uttered a single word, as though he were afraid to start speaking, and only kept his "nags" — his bay, lean, but lively troika — going at a brisk pace.

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    When all at once Mitya, in terrible agitation, cried out:

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    "Andrey! What if they are asleep?"

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    It had suddenly leapt into his mind, when up to that point he had not given it a thought.

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    "It's to be supposed they've turned in by now, Dmitri Fyodorovich."

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    Mitya knit his brows in pain: there he would come flying in… with feelings like these… and they would be asleep… and she asleep too, perhaps, right there… A spiteful feeling boiled up in his heart.

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    "Drive on, Andrey, push on, Andrey, be quick!" he shouted in a frenzy.

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    "But maybe they haven't turned in after all," Andrey reasoned after a silence. "Earlier Timofey was saying that a lot of them had gathered there…"

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    "At the posting station?"

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    "Not at the station, but at the Plastunovs', at the inn — a free station, that is."

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    "I know it; but what do you mean, a lot of them? Where are there a lot? Who are they?" Mitya started up in terrible alarm at the unexpected news.

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    "Well, Timofey was saying — all gentlefolk: two from town, who they are I don't know, only Timofey was saying two of the local gentry, and besides them two more, supposedly newcomers, and maybe there's somebody else too, I didn't question him properly. They've started in to play cards, he said."

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    "Cards?"

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    "So maybe they aren't asleep, if they've begun at cards. It's only just gone the stroke of eleven, no later than that, I'd reckon."

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    "Drive on, Andrey, drive on!" Mitya cried again, on edge.

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    "There's a thing I'd ask you, sir," Andrey began again after a silence — "only I'd not want to anger you, I'm afraid, master."

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    "What is it?"

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    "A while back Fedosya Markovna fell at your feet and begged you not to ruin the mistress and someone else besides… so there it is, sir, that I'm carrying you there… Forgive me, sir — it was just my conscience, maybe a foolish thing to say."

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    Mitya suddenly seized him by the shoulders from behind.

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    "You're a driver? A driver?" he began in a frenzy.

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    "A driver…"

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    "Then you know that one must give way. That just because you're a driver, that's no reason to give way to no one, to run them down — out of my road, I'm coming through! No, driver, don't run them down! You mustn't run a man down, you mustn't ruin people's lives; and if you have ruined a life — punish yourself… if only you've ruined it, if only you've destroyed somebody's life — execute yourself and go."

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    All this burst out of Mitya as though in utter hysteria.

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    Andrey, though astonished at his master, kept up the conversation.

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    "True it is, dear Dmitri Fyodorovich, you're right that one mustn't run a man down, nor torment him either, no more than any living creature, for every creature is a creature created — take a horse, even; for another man drives one to ruin for nothing, like our driver here, say… And there's no holding him, so he just bears down, straight at you he bears down."

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    "Into hell?" Mitya broke in suddenly and burst into his short, unexpected laugh. "Andrey, you simple soul," he seized him hard by the shoulders again, "tell me: will Dmitri Fyodorovich Karamazov go to hell or not, what do you think?"

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    "I don't know, my dear; it depends on you, for you are to us… You see, sir, when the Son of God was crucified on the cross and died, He went down from the cross straight into hell and set free all the sinners who were suffering there. And hell groaned, thinking that now no one more would come to it, no sinners that is. And then the Lord said to hell: 'Do not groan, O hell, for from now on there shall come to you all manner of grandees, governors, chief justices, and rich men, and you shall be filled up just exactly as you have been from age to age, until the time when I come again.' That's just so — there was such a word…"

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    "A folk legend — magnificent! Lash the left one, Andrey!"

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    "So there, sir, that's who hell is meant for," Andrey lashed the left-hand horse, "but you, sir, with us you're for all the world like a little child… that's how we reckon you… And though you are hot-tempered, sir, that there's no denying, still for your simple heart the Lord will forgive you."

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    "And you, will you forgive me, Andrey?"

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    "What have I to forgive you for? You've done nothing to me."

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    "No, for everyone, for everyone — you alone, right now, this instant, here, on the road — will you forgive me for everyone? Speak, soul of a common man!"

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    "Oh, sir! I'm afraid even to be driving you — there's something strange in this talk of yours…"

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    But Mitya did not hear him.

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    He was praying in a frenzy and whispering wildly to himself.

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    "Lord, receive me in all my lawlessness, but do not judge me. Let me pass by without Thy judgment… Judge me not, for I have judged myself; judge me not, for I love Thee, Lord! Vile I am, yet I love Thee: send me to hell, and there too I will love, and from there I will cry out that I love Thee for ever and ever… But grant that I too may love my fill… here, now, love my fill — only five hours until Thy hot ray… For I love the queen of my soul. I love and cannot help loving. Thou seest me wholly. I will come galloping, I will fall down before her: thou art right to have passed me by… Farewell and forget thy victim, never trouble thyself over me again!"

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    "Mokroe!" Andrey called out, pointing ahead with his whip.

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    Through the pale gloom of the night there suddenly loomed black a solid mass of buildings, spread out over an enormous space.

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    The village of Mokroe had some two thousand souls, but at that hour the whole of it was already asleep, and only here and there did a few scattered lights still flicker out of the darkness.

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    "Drive, drive, Andrey, I'm coming!" Mitya exclaimed, as though in a fever.

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    "They're not asleep!" Andrey said again, pointing with his whip at the Plastunovs' inn, which stood right there at the entrance to the village and in which all six windows facing the street were brightly lit.

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    "They're not asleep!" Mitya took it up joyfully. "Make a racket, Andrey, drive at a gallop, ring the bells, come thundering up. Let everyone know who's arrived! I'm coming! I am coming, too!" Mitya cried out in a frenzy.

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    Andrey set the worn-out troika at a gallop and did indeed come thundering up to the high porch and reined in his lathered, half-winded horses.

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    Mitya jumped down from the cart, and just then the keeper of the inn, who was in fact already on his way to bed, grew curious to peer down from the porch at who it could be that had come driving up like this.

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    "Trifon Borisych, is that you?"

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    The keeper bent down, peered closely, came rushing headlong down from the porch, and in obsequious rapture flung himself toward his guest.

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    "Dear Dmitri Fyodorych! Is it you we see again?"

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    This Trifon Borisych was a thickset, hale peasant of middling height, with a somewhat fleshy face, of stern and unbending look — especially with the peasants of Mokroe — but possessed of the gift of changing his face in a flash to the most obsequious expression whenever he scented some profit to be had.

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    He went about in the Russian fashion, in a side-fastened shirt and a long peasant coat; he had a tidy little sum of money, but dreamed tirelessly of some higher station.

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    More than half the peasants were in his clutches; the whole lot of them were in debt to him all round.

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    He rented land from the landowners and bought some himself, and the peasants worked this land for him against a debt they could never climb out of.

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    He was a widower and had four grown daughters; one was already a widow herself, living with him together with two small children, his grandchildren, and working for him like a day-laborer.

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    Another daughter — a peasant girl by upbringing — was married to a clerk, some little copying scribe who had worked his way up, and in one of the rooms of the inn one could see, on the wall, among the family photographs, a photograph of the very smallest size of this little official in his uniform and his official epaulettes.

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    The two younger daughters, on a church holiday or when setting out somewhere on a visit, would put on blue or green dresses cut in the fashionable style, close-fitting behind and with a yard-long train, but the very next morning, just as on any other day, they would be up at first light and, with birch besoms in their hands, would sweep out the rooms, carry out the slops, and clear away the litter the lodgers had left.

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    For all the thousands he had already amassed, Trifon Borisych dearly loved to fleece a guest who was on a spree, and remembering that not a month had yet passed since, in a single day and night, he had profited off Dmitri Fyodorovich — during his carousal with Grushenka — to the tune of well over two hundred roubles, if not all of three, he met him now joyfully and eagerly, scenting fresh prey from the mere way Mitya had come driving up to his porch.

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    "Dear Dmitri Fyodorovich, is it you we behold once more?"

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    "Wait, Trifon Borisych," Mitya began. "First of all, the main thing: where is she?"

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    "Agrafena Alexandrovna?" The keeper understood at once, peering keenly into Mitya's face. "Why, yes, she is here, she's staying right here."

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    "With whom, with whom?"

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    "Travelers passing through, sir… One of them an official, a Pole he must be, by the way he talks; it was him that sent the horses for her from here; and the other one with him, a comrade of his or a fellow-traveler, who's to say; dressed in plain clothes…"

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    "What, are they on a spree? Are they rich men?"

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    "On a spree, indeed! Small fry, Dmitri Fyodorovich."

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    "Small fry? Well, and the others?"

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    "From the town, these two gentlemen… They were on their way back from Cherny, and stopped over… One of them, the young one, must be a relation of Mr. Miusov, only I've forgotten what he's called… and the other, I should suppose you know him too: the landowner Maximov; he came by your monastery there, he says, on a pilgrimage, and now he's going about with this young relation of Mr. Miusov…"

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    "Is that all of them?"

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    "That's all."

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    "Wait, hush, Trifon Borisych, now tell me the main thing: what is she like, how is she?"

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    "Why, she arrived a while ago and is sitting with them."

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    "Is she merry? Is she laughing?"

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    "No, it seems she's not laughing much… She's even sitting quite downcast; she was combing the young man's hair."

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    "That would be the Pole, the officer?"

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    "What young man is he, and he's no officer at all; no, sir, not him, but this nephew of Miusov's, the young one… only I've forgotten the name."

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    "Kalganov?"

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    "Kalganov, that's it exactly."

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    "Good, I'll decide for myself. Are they playing cards?"

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    "They were playing, but they've left off; they've had their tea, and the official has called for cordial."

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    "Wait, Trifon Borisych, wait, my dear, I'll decide for myself. Now answer me the main thing: are there no gypsies?"

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    "There's no hearing of any gypsies at all now, Dmitri Fyodorovich; the authorities have driven them off. But there are Jews here who play on the cymbals and the fiddles, over in Rozhdestvenskaya, so one could send for them even now. They'll come."

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    "Send for them, send for them without fail!" cried Mitya. "And the girls can be roused, the same as last time — Marya especially, Stepanida too, Arina. Two hundred roubles for a chorus!"

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    "For money like that I'll rouse you the whole village, even if they've all turned in to snore by now. But are they even worth such kindness, dear Dmitri Fyodorovich, the peasants hereabouts — or the girls, for that matter? To squander such a sum on creatures so base and coarse! As if the likes of our peasant ought to be smoking cigarettes — and yet you gave them to them. Why, he stinks, the cutthroat. And the girls, every last one of them, are crawling with lice. Now my own daughters I'll rouse you for nothing, never mind such a sum: they've only just turned in to sleep, so I'll boot them in the back to get them up and make them sing for you. And only the other day you were treating the peasants to champagne — eh-eh!"

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    Trifon Borisych pitied Mitya for nothing: he had himself filched a good half-dozen bottles of champagne off him that time, and had picked up a hundred-rouble note from under the table and clenched it in his fist.

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    And so it had stayed there, in his fist.

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    "Trifon Borisych, I scattered more than one little thousand here that time. Do you remember?"

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    "You scattered them, my dear — how could one not remember you, you left a good three thousand with us, I daresay."

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    "Well, that's what I've come for again now, you see?"

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    And he pulled out and held right up to the keeper's nose his wad of banknotes.

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    "Now listen and understand: in an hour the wine will come, with savories, pies, and sweets — all of it straight upstairs, at once. That box there, on Andrey's cart, goes upstairs at once too; open it and start serving the champagne immediately… But the main thing — the girls, the girls, and Marya without fail…"

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    He turned to the cart and dragged out from under the seat his box with the pistols.

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    "Your pay, Andrey, take it! Here's fifteen roubles for the troika, and here's fifty for drink… for your readiness, for your love… Remember the master Karamazov!"

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    "I'm afraid, master…" Andrey hesitated. "Give me five roubles for a tip, but more I won't take. Trifon Borisych is my witness. Forgive my foolish words…"

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    "What are you afraid of?" Mitya measured him with a look. "Well, the devil take you, then, if that's how it is!" he cried, tossing him five roubles. "Now, Trifon Borisych, see me in quietly and let me first of all steal a peep at the whole lot of them, so that they don't notice me. Where are they in there, in the blue room?"

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    Trifon Borisych gave Mitya a wary look, but at once obediently did as he was asked: he led him cautiously into the entry, went himself into the large front room next to the one in which the guests were sitting, and carried out a candle from it.

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    Then he quietly led Mitya in and set him in the corner, in the dark, from where he could freely study the company without himself being seen.

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    But Mitya did not look for long, nor was he able to keep studying them: he caught sight of her, and his heart began to pound, and everything went dim before his eyes.

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    She was sitting off to the side at the table, in an armchair, and beside her, on the sofa, sat Kalganov — a good-looking young man, very young still; she was holding him by the hand and seemed to be laughing, while he, not looking at her, was saying something loudly, as if out of vexation, to Maximov, who sat across the table opposite Grushenka.

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    Maximov, for his part, was laughing very hard at something.

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    On the sofa he sat, and beside the sofa, on a chair against the wall, was some other stranger.

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    The one who sat sprawled on the sofa was smoking a pipe, and all that flickered through Mitya's mind was that this was some rather stout, broad-faced little fellow, short in stature, it seemed, and looking as though he were angry about something.

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    His companion, the other stranger, struck Mitya as somehow quite extraordinarily tall; but beyond that he could make out nothing.

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    His breath caught in his throat.

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    He could not hold out even a minute longer; he set the box down on the chest of drawers and went straight, growing cold and faint within, into the blue room toward the company.

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    "Ah!" shrieked Grushenka in fright, the first to notice him.

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Братья Карамазовы, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Book VIII — Mitya.
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