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Russian · Book VIII — Mitya

VIII. Бред

Delirium

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    It had become almost an orgy, a feast for the whole world.

    Началасьit had becomeначаться · verb, past, indicative, middle, singular, perfectivemain verb of the sentence
    почтиalmostпочти · adverbmodifies оргия
    оргияan orgyоргия · noun, nominative, feminine, singularsubject of Началась
    пирa feastпир · noun, nominative, masculine, singularcoordinated with оргия
    наforна · prepositionpreposition marking мир
    весьthe wholeвесь · determiner, accusative, masculine, singulardeterminer of мир
    мирworldмир · noun, accusative, masculine, singularoblique complement of пир (object of на)
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    Grushenka was the first to cry out for wine: "I want to drink, I want to get good and drunk, the way it was before, remember, Mitya, remember how the two of us first got to know each other here back then!"

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    As for Mitya himself, he was as if in a delirium, sensing "his happiness" coming.

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    Grushenka, however, kept driving him off from her: "Go on, enjoy yourself, tell them to dance, tell everyone to make merry, „dance, cottage, dance, stove,“ just like that time, just like that time!" she went on exclaiming.

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    She was terribly worked up.

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    And Mitya threw himself into giving orders.

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    The chorus had gathered in the adjoining room.

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    The very room they had been sitting in until now was, besides, a cramped one, partitioned in two by a chintz curtain, behind which once again stood an enormous bed with a plump feather mattress and a heap of pillows in the same chintz.

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    And indeed all four of the "clean" rooms in that house had beds in them everywhere.

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    Grushenka settled herself right in the doorway, Mitya carried an armchair over for her there: in just the same way she had sat "that time" too, on the day of their first carouse here, and from this spot she watched the chorus and the dancing.

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    The same girls as before had all gathered; the fiddle-and-zither men, the Jews, had come too, and at last the long-awaited cart had arrived on its troika with the wines and the provisions.

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    Mitya bustled about.

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    Outsiders kept coming into the room to gawk—peasant men and women, already asleep but roused now and scenting an unheard-of treat, just as a month before.

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    Mitya greeted and embraced acquaintances, remembered faces, uncorked bottles and poured for anyone at all who came to hand.

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    Only the girls hankered after the champagne; the men preferred rum and cognac, and above all hot punch.

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    Mitya gave orders that chocolate be brewed for all the girls, and that three samovars be kept boiling all night long without a break, for tea and punch for everyone who came: let whoever wishes help himself.

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    In a word, something disorderly and absurd had begun, but Mitya was as if in his own native element, and the more absurd it all became, the more his spirit came alive.

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    Had any peasant asked him for money in those minutes, he would instantly have pulled out his whole wad and started handing it out right and left without counting.

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    That, no doubt, is why—to keep watch over Mitya—the innkeeper Trifon Borisych hovered around him almost without leaving his side, having apparently given up the idea of going to bed at all that night, drinking very little, however (he downed only a single small glass of punch), and keeping a sharp eye, in his own fashion, on Mitya's interests.

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    At the necessary moments he would fawningly and obsequiously stop him and talk him out of it, not letting him deal out to the peasants, as "that time," "cigars and Rhine wine," and, God forbid, money, and he was greatly indignant that the girls were drinking liqueur and eating sweets: "They're nothing but lice, Mitry Fyodorovich," he said, "I'd give every one of them a knee in the backside, and make them count it an honor besides—that's the sort they are!"

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    Mitya remembered Andrei once more and gave orders to send him some punch.

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    "I offended him just now," he kept repeating in a weakened, tender voice.

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    Kalganov had been reluctant to drink, and at first the chorus of girls had not much pleased him, but after downing two more glasses of champagne he grew terribly merry, strode about the rooms, laughed, and praised everything and everyone, the songs and the music alike.

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    Maximov, blissful and a little drunk, would not leave his side.

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    Grushenka, beginning to grow tipsy herself, pointed out Kalganov to Mitya: "What a darling he is, what a marvelous boy!"

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    And Mitya ran off in rapture to kiss Kalganov and Maximov.

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    Oh, he had a foreboding of much; she had told him nothing of the kind as yet, and even seemed to be deliberately holding back from saying it, only now and then glancing at him with a tender but ardent little eye.

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    At last she suddenly seized him firmly by the hand and pulled him forcibly toward her.

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    She was sitting at the time in the armchair by the door.

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    —How was it you came in just now, eh? How you came in!.. I was so frightened. How could you have meant to give me up to him, eh? Did you really mean to?

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    —I didn't want to ruin your happiness!—Mitya babbled to her in bliss.—But she had no need of his answer.

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    —Well, go on… enjoy yourself,—she drove him off again,—and don't cry, I'll call you back again.

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    And he would run off, and she would set herself again to listening to the songs and watching the dancing, following him with her gaze wherever he might be, but a quarter of an hour later she would summon him again, and again he would come running.

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    —Well, sit down beside me now, tell me how you heard about me yesterday, that I'd set off here; from whom did you first learn it?

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    And Mitya would begin telling it all, incoherently, in no order, fervently, but he told it strangely, all the same, often suddenly knitting his brows and breaking off.

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    —What are you frowning about?—she would ask.

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    —Nothing… I left a sick man back there. If only he'd recover, if only I knew he would recover, I'd give ten years of my life right now!

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    —Well, God be with him, if he's sick. So you really did mean to shoot yourself tomorrow, you silly thing—and over what? It's just men like you, the reckless ones, that I love,—she babbled to him with a tongue grown a little heavy.—So you'd do anything for me? Eh? And did you really, you little fool, truly mean to shoot yourself tomorrow! No, wait a while; tomorrow I'll perhaps say one little word to you… I'll say it not today, but tomorrow. And you'd like it today? No, today I don't want to… Well, go on, go on now, enjoy yourself.

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    Once, however, she beckoned him over as if in bewilderment and concern.

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    —Why are you so sad? I can see you're sad… No, I see it now,—she added, peering keenly into his eyes.—Even though you go kissing the peasants over there and shouting, still I can see something. No, you enjoy yourself, I'm merry and you be merry too… There's someone here I love, guess who?.. Ah, look: my boy's fallen asleep, the dear thing got tipsy.

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    She was speaking of Kalganov: he really had grown tipsy and had dropped off for a moment, sitting on the sofa.

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    And it was not from drink alone that he had fallen asleep; he had suddenly felt sad about something, or, as he put it, "bored."

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    And toward the end the girls' songs greatly disheartened him as well, beginning gradually, as the drinking went on, to turn into something altogether too coarse and unbridled.

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    And their dances too: two of the girls dressed themselves up as bears, and Stepanida, a brisk girl with a stick in her hand, playing the keeper, set about "putting them through their paces."

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    "Livelier, Marya," she shouted, "or it's the stick!"

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    The bears at last tumbled to the floor in a way that was altogether too indecent, amid the loud guffaws of the crowd of men and women that had packed in past all measure.

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    "Let them be, then, let them be," Grushenka said sententiously, with a blissful look on her face, "if a day comes their way to make merry, why shouldn't people be glad of it?"

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    Kalganov, for his part, looked as though he had got himself smeared with something.

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    "It's all swinishness, this whole „folk spirit,“" he remarked, walking off, "this is their springtime games, when they keep watch over the sun the whole summer night through."

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    But he was particularly displeased by one "new" little song with a brisk dance tune, sung about how a squire rode along and put the question to the girls:

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    The squire put the girls to the test, / Do the lasses love him, yes or no?

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    But it seemed to the lasses that one mustn't love a squire:

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    The squire will beat me sore, / And so I'll love him no more.

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    Then a Gypsy rode by (pronounced Gýpsy), and he too:

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    The Gýpsy put the girls to the test, / Do the lasses love him, yes or no?

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    But one mustn't love a Gypsy either:

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    The Gýpsy will go thieving, / And I'll be left grieving.

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    And many men rode by in this way, putting the question to the girls, even a soldier:

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    The soldier put the girls to the test, / Do the lasses love him, yes or no?

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    But the soldier they spurned with scorn:

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    The soldier will carry his pack, / And I behind his back…

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    Here followed the most unprintable little verse, sung quite frankly and producing a furor among the listening crowd.

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    The matter ended at last on a merchant:

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    The merchant put the girls to the test, / Do the lasses love him, yes or no?

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    And it turned out that they loved him very much indeed, for, so they say,

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    The merchant will be trading, / And I'll be queening it.

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    Kalganov even grew cross:

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    —That's a completely outdated song,—he remarked aloud,—and who is it that composes such things for them! All it lacks is for a railwayman or a Jew to ride by and put the question to the girls: those two would carry the day over all the rest.—And, almost taking offense, he there and then announced that he was bored, sat down on the sofa, and suddenly dozed off.

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    His pretty little face had paled somewhat and had sunk back onto the sofa cushion.

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    —Look how pretty he is,—Grushenka was saying, leading Mitya over to him,—I combed his little head just now; his hair is just like flax, and thick…

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    And, bending over him in tenderness, she kissed his forehead.

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    In an instant Kalganov opened his eyes, glanced at her, half rose, and with the most anxious air asked: where was Maximov?

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    —So it's him he wants,—Grushenka laughed,—but do sit with me a little minute. Mitya, run and fetch his Maximov for him.

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    It turned out that Maximov had not in fact left the girls' side at all, only now and then darting off to pour himself a drop of liqueur, and as for chocolate he had drunk two cupfuls.

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    His little face had flushed red, and his nose had turned purple, his eyes had grown moist and rapturous.

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    He came trotting up and announced that he wished, right now, "to a certain little tune," to dance the sabotière.

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    —You see, as a little boy I was taught all these well-bred, fashionable dances, sir…

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    —Well, go on, go along with him, Mitya, and I'll watch from here how he dances over there.

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    —No, I'll go too, I'll go and watch as well,—cried Kalganov, in the most naive way declining Grushenka's offer to sit with her.

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    And everyone set off to watch.

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    Maximov did in fact dance his dance, but apart from Mitya he aroused no particular admiration in almost anyone.

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    The whole dance consisted of a sort of little hops with the legs twisted out to the sides, soles upward, and with each hop Maximov struck the sole with the flat of his hand.

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    Kalganov did not like it at all, but Mitya even gave the dancer a kiss.

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    —Well, thank you, you're tired; maybe you're looking over here because you'd like a sweet, eh? A cigar, maybe, would you like one?

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    —A little cigarette, sir.

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    —Wouldn't you like a drink?

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    —A little liqueur for me, sir… And wouldn't you have any chocolate sweets, sir?

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    —Why, there's a whole cartload on the table, take any you like, you dove-soul!

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    —No, sir, I'd like one, sir, the kind with vanilla… for old men, sir… He-he!

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    —No, brother, there's none of that special kind.

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    —Listen!—the old fellow suddenly bent right down to Mitya's very ear,—that girl there, sir, Maryushka, sir, he-he, how might I, if it were possible, get acquainted with her, out of your kindness, sir…

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    —Look what you're after! No, brother, you're lying.

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    —I do no one any harm, you see, sir,—Maximov whispered mournfully.

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    —Well, all right, all right. Here, brother, they only sing and dance, but—ah, the devil! wait a bit… Eat for now, eat, drink, enjoy yourself. Do you need any money?

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    —Later, perhaps, sir,—Maximov smiled.

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    —All right, all right…

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    Mitya's head was burning.

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    He went out into the passage onto the wooden upper gallery that ran along the inside, on the courtyard side, around part of the whole building.

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    The fresh air revived him.

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    He stood alone, in the dark, in a corner, and suddenly clutched his head with both hands.

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    His scattered thoughts suddenly joined together, his sensations fused into one, and everything threw off a light.

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    A fearful, a terrible light!

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    "If I'm to shoot myself, then when, if not now?" flashed through his mind. "Go for the pistol, bring it here, and right here, in this very corner, dirty and dark, make an end of it."

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    For nearly a minute he stood in indecision.

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    Earlier, as he was flying here, behind him stood disgrace, the theft already perfected, already committed by him, and that blood, blood!..

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    But then it had been easier, oh, easier!

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    For everything had then already been over and done with: he had lost her, given her up, she was lost to him, gone—oh, the sentence had then been easier for him, at least it had seemed inescapable, inevitable, for what was the point of staying on in the world?

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    But now!

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    Is it now as it was then?

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    Now at least one of them is done with, one phantom, one specter: this "former" man of hers, her indisputable, fatal man—this one had vanished without leaving a trace.

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    The terrible phantom had suddenly turned into something so small, so comical; they had carried him off bodily into the bedroom and locked him in with a key.

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    It will never come back.

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    She is ashamed, and from her eyes he can now see clearly whom it is she loves.

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    Well, so now, if only one could live, and… and one cannot live, one cannot, oh, a curse on it!

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    "God, bring back to life the man struck down by the fence! Let this terrible cup pass from me! You have worked miracles, Lord, for sinners just like me! Well, what if, what if the old man is alive? Oh, then I will wipe out the shame of all the rest of the disgrace, I will give back the stolen money, I will return it, I'll dig it up from under the earth… No trace of the disgrace will remain, except in my heart forever! But no, no, oh, impossible, faint-hearted dreams! Oh, a curse on it!"

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    Yet all the same a kind of ray of bright hope seemed to gleam to him in the darkness.

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    He tore himself from the spot and rushed into the rooms—to her, to her again, to the queen of his heart forever!

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    "Can it be that one hour, one minute of her love is not worth all the rest of life, even in the torments of disgrace?"

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    This wild question gripped his heart.

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    "To her, to her alone, to see her, to hear her, and to think of nothing, to forget everything, if only for this one night, for an hour, for a single moment!"

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    Right at the threshold of the entryway, still out on the little gallery, he ran into the innkeeper, Trifon Borisych.

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    The man struck him as somehow gloomy and preoccupied, and seemed to have been looking for him.

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    "What is it, Borisych — were you by any chance looking for me?"

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    "No, sir, not for you," the innkeeper answered, suddenly seeming taken aback. "Why would I be looking for you? And you... where have you been, sir?"

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    "Why are you so glum? Surely you're not cross? Hold on, you'll be off to bed soon enough... What time is it?"

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    "It'll be a good three o'clock by now. Must be — going on four, even."

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    "We'll finish up, we'll finish up."

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    "Heaven forbid, it's nothing, sir. Carry on as long as you please, sir..."

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    "What's the matter with him?" Mitya wondered in passing, and he rushed into the room where the girls were dancing.

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    But she was not there.

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    She was not in the blue room either; only Kalganov was there, dozing on the sofa.

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    Mitya glanced behind the curtains — she was there.

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    She was sitting in the corner, on a trunk, having bowed down with her arms and her head onto the bed that stood beside it, and she was weeping bitterly, holding herself in with all her strength and muffling her voice so that no one would hear.

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    Catching sight of Mitya, she beckoned him to her, and when he had run up, she gripped him hard by the hand.

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    "Mitya, Mitya, but I did love him!" she began to him in a whisper. "I loved him so, all five years, the whole, the whole of that time! Was it him I loved, or only my own spite? No, it was him! Oh, it was him! I'm lying, you see, when I say I loved only my own spite and not him! Mitya, you know, I was only seventeen years old back then, and he was so tender with me then, so full of fun, he used to sing me songs... Or did he only seem that way then to me, a fool, a little girl... And now, Lord, why, this isn't the same man, it isn't him at all. His very face isn't him, not him in the least. I didn't even know him by his face. I rode out here with Timofey and kept thinking all the way, the whole road I thought: 'How shall I meet him, what shall I say to him, how shall we look at each other?..' My whole soul stood still, and then he doused me on the spot, as if from a slop-bucket. He talks like a schoolmaster: everything so learned, so weighty, he met me so grandly that I just came to a dead stop. There was nowhere to slip in a word. At first I thought he was ashamed of that long Pole of his. I sit there looking at them and thinking: why is it that I can't say a thing to him now? You know, it was his wife who spoiled him, the one he threw me over for back then and married... It was she who made him over there. Mitya, the shame of it! Oh, I'm ashamed, Mitya, ashamed, oh, I'm ashamed of my whole life! Cursed, let them be cursed, those five years, cursed!" And again she dissolved into tears, but she did not let go of Mitya's hand; she clung to it tightly.

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    "Mitya, my darling, wait, don't go, I want to tell you just one little word," she whispered, and suddenly raised her face to him. "Listen, tell me — whom do I love? There is one man here whom I love. Who is that man? There, tell me that." On her face, swollen with weeping, a smile broke out; her eyes shone in the half-dark. "A falcon flew in just now, and my heart sank within me. 'You fool, that's the one you love,' my heart whispered to me at once. You came in, and everything lit up. 'But what is he afraid of?' I think. And you really were afraid, completely afraid, you couldn't get a word out. It isn't them he's afraid of, I think — could anyone ever frighten you? It's me he's afraid of, I think, only me. So Fenya did tell you, you silly thing, how I shouted out the window to Alyosha that I'd loved my Mitenka for a little hour, and now I was going off to love... another. Mitya, Mitya, how could I, fool that I am, ever have thought I loved another after you! Do you forgive me, Mitya? Do you forgive me or not? Do you love me? Do you love me?"

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    She sprang up and seized him by the shoulders with both hands.

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    Mitya, mute with rapture, gazed into her eyes, at her face, at her smile, and suddenly, clasping her tightly, he flung himself into kissing her.

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    "And will you forgive me for tormenting you? It was out of spite that I tortured the lot of you. Why, it was out of spite that I deliberately drove that old fellow out of his wits... Do you remember the time you drank at my place and smashed a glass? I remembered that, and today I smashed a glass too — I drank to 'my own base heart.' Mitya, my falcon, why aren't you kissing me? You kissed me once and then broke off, you look, you listen... What's there to listen to about me! Kiss me, kiss me harder, like that. If you're going to love, then love! I'll be your slave now, your slave for life! How sweet it is to be a slave!.. Kiss me! Beat me, torment me, do what you like with me... Oh, yes, I really ought to be tormented... Stop! Wait, later, I don't want it like this..." She suddenly pushed him away. "Go off now, Mitka, I'm going to go and drink some wine, I want to be drunk, I'm going to dance drunk right now, I want to, I want to!"

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    She tore herself away from him out from behind the curtains.

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    Mitya followed her out like a drunken man.

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    "Let it be, then, let it be — whatever may happen now, for a single minute I would give up the whole world," flashed through his head.

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    Grushenka did in fact drain another glass of champagne in one gulp, and suddenly grew very tipsy.

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    She settled into the armchair, in her former place, with a blissful smile.

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    Her cheeks flushed, her lips glowed, her sparkling eyes grew languid, her passionate gaze beckoned.

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    Even Kalganov felt something bite at his heart, as it were, and he went up to her.

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    "And did you hear how I kissed you just now, while you were asleep?" she babbled at him. "I'm tipsy now, that's what... And aren't you tipsy? And why isn't Mitya drinking? Why aren't you drinking, Mitya? I've had a drink, and you aren't drinking..."

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    "I'm drunk! Drunk as it is... drunk on you, and now I want to be drunk on wine too." He drank off another glass, and — strangely enough, as it seemed to him afterward — it was only from this last glass that he grew tipsy, suddenly tipsy, whereas until then he had been perfectly sober, as he himself remembered.

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    From that minute on, everything began to spin around him, as if in a delirium.

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    He walked about, laughed, struck up conversation with everyone, and all of it as though he were already not himself.

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    One single, fixed, burning feeling alone made itself felt in him every moment, "like a hot coal in the soul," as he recalled it afterward.

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    He kept going up to her, sitting down beside her, gazing at her, listening to her...

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    She, for her part, had grown terribly talkative; she called everyone over to her, would suddenly beckon to herself some girl from the chorus, and when she came up, would either kiss her and let her go, or sometimes make the sign of the cross over her with her hand.

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    Another moment, and she might have burst into tears.

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    The "old fellow," as she called Maximov, amused her greatly too.

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    Every minute he came running up to kiss her little hands "and every little finger," and toward the end he danced one more dance to an old little song, which he himself sang.

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    He danced with particular ardor to the refrain:

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    Little piggy goes oink-oink, oink-oink, / Little heifer goes moo-moo, moo-moo, / Little duck goes quack-quack, quack-quack, / Little goose goes honk-honk, honk-honk. / The little hen went strutting through the passage, / Tyuru-ryu, ryu-ryu, she'd cluck it out, / Aye, aye, she'd cluck it out!

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    "Give him something, Mitya," Grushenka kept saying. "Make him a present, he's poor, after all. Ah, the poor, the wronged ones!.. You know, Mitya, I'm going to go into a convent. No, truly, one day I'll go. Alyosha said words to me today that will last my whole life... Yes... But for today, let's dance, then. Tomorrow the convent, but today let's dance. I want to be naughty, good people — and what of it, God will forgive. If I were God, I'd forgive everyone: 'My dear little sinners, from this day on I forgive you all.' And I'll go and beg forgiveness: 'Forgive a foolish woman, good people, that's all.' A beast is what I am. But I want to pray. I gave away an onion. A wicked woman like me wants to pray! Mitya, let them dance, don't get in the way. All the people in the world are good, every last one. It's good in the world. Even if we're vile, still it's good in the world. We're vile and good, both vile and good... No, tell me, I'll ask you, all of you come over, and I'll ask; tell me this, all of you: why am I so good? For I am good, I am very good... Well, then: why am I so good?" So Grushenka prattled on, growing more and more tipsy, and at last announced point-blank that she now wanted to dance herself. She rose from the armchair and swayed. "Mitya, don't give me any more wine, even if I beg for it — don't give it me. Wine gives no peace. And everything is spinning, the stove too, everything is spinning. I want to dance. Let them all watch how I dance... how beautifully and finely I dance..."

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    Her intention was a serious one: she drew from her pocket a little white cambric handkerchief and took it by one corner in her right hand, the better to wave it in the dance.

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    Mitya bustled about; the girls fell silent, ready to strike up a dance-tune in chorus at the first signal.

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    Maximov, on learning that Grushenka wanted to dance herself, squealed with delight and set off to prance about before her, singing:

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    Slender of leg, ringing of flank, / A little curled-up tail.

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    But Grushenka waved her handkerchief at him and drove him off:

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    "Sh-sh! Mitya, why don't they come? Let everyone come... to watch. Call those others too, the locked-up ones... What did you lock them in for? Tell them I'm dancing, let them watch too, how I dance..."

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    Mitya, with a drunken sweep, went up to the locked door and began to pound on it at the Poles with his fist.

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    "Hey, you... Podvysotskys! Come out, she wants to dance, she's calling for you."

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    "Łajdak!" one of the Poles shouted back in reply.

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    "And you're an arch-łajdak! A petty little scoundrel of a thing, that's what you are."

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    "You really ought to stop jeering at Poland," Kalganov remarked sententiously, himself tipsy beyond his measure.

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    "Quiet, boy! If I called him a scoundrel, that doesn't mean I called all Poland a scoundrel. One łajdak doesn't make up Poland. Quiet, pretty boy, suck on a sweet."

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    "Oh, what people! As if they weren't human. Why won't they make it up?" said Grushenka, and stepped out to dance.

  173. 173

    The chorus struck up: "Ah, my passage, my passage of mine."

  174. 174

    Grushenka started to throw her little head back, to half-part her lips, smiled, started to wave the handkerchief — and suddenly, swaying hard where she stood, she stopped in the middle of the room, bewildered.

  175. 175

    "I'm weak..." she said in some exhausted voice. "Forgive me, I'm weak, I can't... I'm to blame..."

  176. 176

    She bowed to the chorus, then began bowing to all four sides in turn:

  177. 177

    "I'm to blame... Forgive me..."

  178. 178

    "She's had a drop, the little mistress, had a drop, the pretty little mistress," voices rang out.

  179. 179

    "They've had a drink, sir," Maximov explained to the girls with a giggle.

  180. 180

    "Mitya, take me away... carry me, Mitya," Grushenka said feebly.

  181. 181

    Mitya rushed to her, caught her up in his arms, and ran off with his precious prize behind the curtains.

  182. 182

    "Well, now I'll be off," thought Kalganov, and going out of the blue room, he pulled both halves of the door shut behind him.

  183. 183

    But the revelry in the hall thundered on and went on, breaking out louder than ever.

  184. 184

    Mitya laid Grushenka on the bed and pressed a kiss to her lips.

  185. 185

    "Don't touch me..." she said to him in a pleading voice. "Don't touch me until I'm yours... I said I'd be yours, but don't you touch me... spare me... With them here, beside them, it can't be done. He's here. It's vile here..."

  186. 186

    "I obey! I would not dream of it... I worship you!.." Mitya muttered. "Yes, it's vile here — oh, it's contemptible." And without releasing her from his embrace, he sank down beside the bed onto the floor, onto his knees.

  187. 187

    "I know you're a beast, but you're a noble one," Grushenka brought out heavily. "It has to be honest... from now on it will be honest... and we must be honest too, we must be good, not beasts but good... Take me away, take me far off, do you hear... I don't want to be here, I want it far, far away..."

  188. 188

    "Oh yes, yes, without fail!" Mitya pressed her in his arms. "I'll carry you off, we'll fly away... Oh, I'd give up my whole life for a single year right now, only to know about this blood!"

  189. 189

    "What blood?" Grushenka repeated in bewilderment.

  190. 190

    "Never mind!" Mitya ground out. "Grusha, you want it to be honest, and I'm a thief. I stole money from Katka... The disgrace, the disgrace!"

  191. 191

    "From Katka? From the young lady? No, you didn't steal. Give it back to her — and as for me, take me... Why are you shouting? Now everything of mine is yours. What's money to us? We'd squander it anyway... People like us could never help squandering it. Better that you and I go off and plow the land. I want to scratch at the earth with these very hands. One has to toil, do you hear? Alyosha told me so. I'll not be your mistress, I'll be faithful to you, I'll be your slave, I'll work for you. We'll go to the young lady and bow to her, the two of us, so she'll forgive us, and then we'll leave. And if she won't forgive, we'll leave all the same. And you, carry the money to her — but love me... And don't love her. Don't love her anymore. And if you do, I'll strangle her... I'll put both her eyes out with a needle..."

  192. 192

    "It's you I love, you alone — even in Siberia I'll love you..."

  193. 193

    "Why Siberia? Well, what of it — Siberia too, if you like, it's all the same... we'll work... in Siberia there's snow... I love riding over the snow... and let there be little sleigh-bells... Listen, a bell is ringing... Where is that bell ringing? Somebody's driving up... there, it's stopped ringing."

  194. 194

    Feebly she closed her eyes, and suddenly seemed to fall asleep for a single minute.

  195. 195

    A bell was in fact ringing somewhere in the distance, and suddenly it stopped ringing.

  196. 196

    Mitya bowed his head onto her breast.

  197. 197

    He did not notice when the bell stopped ringing, but neither did he notice how the songs, too, suddenly broke off, and how, in place of song and drunken uproar, a kind of sudden, dead silence settled over the whole house.

  198. 198

    Grushenka opened her eyes.

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    "What's this — was I asleep? Yes... the little bell... I was asleep and dreamed a dream: that I was driving along, over the snow... a bell ringing, and I dozing. With a dear man, with you I was driving, it seemed. And far, far away... I was embracing you, kissing you, pressing close to you, I felt cold, it seemed, and the snow glittered... You know, when the snow glitters at night and the moon looks down, it's as if I were somewhere not of this earth... I woke up, and my dear one was beside me — how good it was..."

  200. 200

    "Beside you," Mitya muttered, kissing her dress, her breast, her hands.

  201. 201

    And suddenly something strange seemed to come over him: it seemed to him that she was gazing straight ahead of her, but not at him, not at his face, but over the top of his head, fixedly and with a strange stillness.

  202. 202

    Astonishment suddenly showed in her face, almost fright.

  203. 203

    "Mitya, who is that, looking over here at us from there?" she suddenly whispered.

  204. 204

    Mitya turned and saw that someone had indeed drawn back the curtain and was, as it were, peering at them.

  205. 205

    And not just one person, it seemed.

  206. 206

    He sprang up and quickly stepped toward the one who was looking.

  207. 207

    "This way, kindly come over here to us," someone's voice said to him — not loud, but firm and insistent.

  208. 208

    Mitya stepped out from behind the curtain and stood stock-still.

  209. 209

    The whole room was full of people, but not the earlier ones — entirely new ones.

  210. 210

    A momentary chill ran down his spine, and he shuddered.

  211. 211

    All these people he recognized in an instant.

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    There, this tall, portly old man in an overcoat, with a peaked cap bearing a cockade — that is the police captain, Mikhail Makarych.

  213. 213

    And this "consumptive," trim dandy, "always in such well-polished boots" — that is the assistant prosecutor.

  214. 214

    "He has a chronometer worth four hundred roubles — he showed it off."

  215. 215

    And this young, small one, in spectacles... Mitya had only just now forgotten his surname, but he knows him too, has seen him: this is the examining magistrate, the investigating magistrate, "from the School of Jurisprudence," newly arrived.

  216. 216

    And this one here — the district officer, Mavriky Mavrikich; him he knows well enough, a familiar man.

  217. 217

    Well, and these with the badges — what are they here for?

  218. 218

    And two more of some sort, peasants... And there in the doorway, Kalganov and Trifon Borisych...

  219. 219

    "Gentlemen... What is this you're doing, gentlemen?" Mitya started to say, but suddenly, as if beside himself, as if not by his own will, he cried out loudly, at the top of his voice:

  220. 220

    "I un-der-stand!"

  221. 221

    The young man in spectacles suddenly came forward and, stepping up to Mitya, began — with dignity, yet a little as though hurrying:

  222. 222

    "We have a matter to put to you... in a word, I will ask you to come here, over here, to the sofa... There is a pressing necessity to have an explanation with you."

  223. 223

    "The old man!" Mitya cried out in a frenzy. "The old man and his blood!.. I un-der-stand!"

  224. 224

    And as if cut down, he sat — rather, he dropped — onto the chair standing beside him.

  225. 225

    "You understand? You've grasped it! Parricide and monster, the blood of your old father cries out against you!" the old police captain suddenly roared, advancing on Mitya.

  226. 226

    He was beside himself, turned purple, and was shaking all over.

  227. 227

    "But this is impossible!" cried the small young fellow. "Mikhail Makarych, Mikhail Makarych! This won't do, it won't do, sir!.. I beg you to let me speak alone... I could never have supposed such an outburst from you..."

  228. 228

    "But this is delirium, gentlemen, delirium!" the police captain exclaimed. "Just look at him: at night, drunk, with a dissolute wench and stained with his father's blood... Delirium! Delirium!"

  229. 229

    "I beg you with all my might, my dear Mikhail Makarych, to restrain your feelings just this once," the assistant prosecutor started to whisper rapidly to the old man, "otherwise I shall be obliged to take..."

  230. 230

    But the small magistrate would not let him finish; he turned to Mitya and, firmly, loudly, and gravely, pronounced:

  231. 231

    "Retired Lieutenant Karamazov, sir, I must inform you that you are charged with the murder of your father, Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, committed this very night..."

  232. 232

    He said something further too, and the prosecutor also seemed to slip in a word, but although Mitya listened, he no longer understood them.

  233. 233

    He stared around at them all with a wild gaze...

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Братья Карамазовы, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Book VIII — Mitya.
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