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VI. Прокурор поймал Митю

The Prosecutor Catches Mitya

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    Something began now that was wholly unexpected and astonishing to Mitya.

    Началосьbeganначаться · verb, past, indicative, middle, singular, perfectivemain verb of the sentence
    нечтоsomethingнечто · pronoun, nominativesubject of Началось
    совсемwhollyсовсем · adverbmodifies неожиданное
    дляtoдля · prepositionpreposition marking Мити
    МитиMityaМитя · proper noun, genitive, masculine, singularmodifies неожиданное
    неожиданноеunexpectedнеожиданный · adjective, nominative, neuter, singularmodifies нечто
    иandи · conjunctionlinks the coordination
    удивительноеastonishingудивительный · adjective, nominative, neuter, singularcoordinated with неожиданное
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    Not for anything could he have imagined beforehand — even a minute before this — that anyone could ever treat him so, treat Mitya Karamazov so!

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    Above all, there appeared in it something humiliating, and on their part "something haughty and contemptuous toward him."

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    To take off his frock-coat would have been nothing, but they asked him to undress further still.

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    And it was not so much that they asked as that, in essence, they ordered; he understood this perfectly well.

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    Out of pride and contempt he submitted completely, without a word.

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    Behind the curtain came, besides Nikolai Parfenovich, the prosecutor as well, and several peasants were present too, "to keep me in hand, of course," thought Mitya, "and maybe for something else besides."

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    "Well, am I really to take off my shirt as well?" he asked sharply, but Nikolai Parfenovich did not answer him: together with the prosecutor he was absorbed in examining the frock-coat, the trousers, the waistcoat, and the cap, and it was plain that they had both grown very interested in the inspection — "They don't stand on ceremony at all," it flashed through Mitya, "they don't even observe the courtesy that's owed me."

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    "I am asking you a second time: must I take off my shirt or not?" he brought out still more sharply and irritably.

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    "Don't trouble yourself, we shall let you know," Nikolai Parfenovich answered, even somewhat masterfully.

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    At least so it seemed to Mitya.

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    Meanwhile a careful conference in undertones was going on between the examining magistrate and the prosecutor.

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    On the frock-coat, especially on the left skirt, at the back, there turned out to be huge stains of blood, dried, stiffened, and not yet much rubbed.

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    On the trousers as well.

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    Nikolai Parfenovich, moreover, with his own hands and in the presence of the witnesses, ran his fingers along the collar, along the cuffs, and along all the seams of the frock-coat and the trousers, evidently searching for something — money, of course.

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    And above all, they did not conceal from Mitya their suspicion that he both could have and was capable of having sewn money into his clothes.

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    "This is simply how you'd treat a thief, not an officer," he muttered to himself.

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    And they exchanged their thoughts with one another, in front of him, with a frankness that was strange.

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    For instance, the clerk, who had also found his way behind the curtain, fussing about and making himself useful, drew Nikolai Parfenovich's attention to the cap, which they likewise felt over: "Remember Gridenko the copying-clerk, sir," the clerk observed, "in the summer he went to draw the salary for the whole office, and on coming back he declared he'd lost it while drunk — and where did they find it, then?

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    Why, right here, in these very pipings, in the cap, sir: hundred-rouble notes were rolled into little tubes, sir, and sewn into the pipings."

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    Both the magistrate and the prosecutor remembered the affair of Gridenko very well, and so they set Mitya's cap aside too and decided that all of this would have to be gone over seriously afterward — and all the clothes besides.

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    "Allow me," Nikolai Parfenovich suddenly exclaimed, having noticed the right cuff of the right sleeve of Mitya's shirt, turned inward and soaked through with blood — "allow me, sir, what is this — blood?"

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    "Blood," Mitya snapped.

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    "That is — what sort of blood, sir… and why is it turned inside the sleeve?"

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    Mitya told how he had stained the cuff while struggling with Grigory, and had turned it inward while still at Perkhotin's, when he washed his hands there.

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    "We shall have to take your shirt too; this is very important… for the material evidence."

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    Mitya flushed and flew into a rage.

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    "What then, am I to be left naked?" he shouted.

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    "Don't trouble yourself… We'll set that right somehow, but for now be so good as to take off your socks too."

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    "You aren't joking? Is this really so necessary?" Mitya's eyes flashed.

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    "We are in no mood for jokes," Nikolai Parfenovich parried sternly.

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    "Well, if it must be done… I…" Mitya mumbled, and, sitting down on the bed, began to take off his socks.

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    He felt unbearably embarrassed: everyone was dressed, and he was undressed, and — strangely — undressed, it was as though he himself felt guilty before them, and, above all, he himself was almost ready to agree that he had indeed suddenly become lower than all of them, and that now they already had every right to despise him.

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    "When everyone's undressed it's no shame, but when one man's undressed and all the rest are looking — what a disgrace!" flashed again and again through his mind. "Just as in a dream — sometimes in dreams I've known disgraces like this fall on me."

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    But to take off his socks was positively agonizing to him: they were very dirty, and so was his underwear, and now everyone had seen it.

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    And, above all, he himself disliked his own feet; for some reason he had thought the big toes of both feet hideous all his life, especially one coarse, flat toenail on the right foot that had somehow curled downward, and now they would all see it.

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    From unbearable shame he suddenly became still more, and now deliberately, rude.

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    He tore off his shirt himself.

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    "Wouldn't you care to search somewhere else too, if you've no shame?"

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    "No, sir, that won't be necessary for now."

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    "What then, am I to stay like this, naked?" he added savagely.

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    "Yes, for the moment it's necessary… Be so good as to sit here for a while; you may take the blanket from the bed and wrap yourself up, and I… I'll arrange all this."

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    All the things were shown to the witnesses, a record of the inspection was drawn up, and at last Nikolai Parfenovich went out, and the clothes were carried out after him.

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    Ippolit Kirillovich went out too.

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    Only the peasants were left with Mitya, and they stood in silence, not taking their eyes off him.

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    Mitya wrapped himself in the blanket; he had begun to feel cold.

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    His bare feet stuck out, and try as he might he could not draw the blanket over them so as to cover them.

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    Nikolai Parfenovich was a long time about not coming back — "a tormentingly long time," "he takes me for a puppy," Mitya ground his teeth.

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    "That wretch of a prosecutor went off too, out of contempt no doubt — it sickened him to look at a naked man."

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    Mitya still supposed that his clothes would be examined somewhere out there and brought back.

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    But what was his indignation when Nikolai Parfenovich suddenly returned with quite different clothes, carried in behind him by a peasant.

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    "Well, here are some clothes for you," he said breezily, evidently very pleased with the success of his errand.

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    "It's Mr. Kalganov who donates them for this curious occasion, and a clean shirt for you as well.

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    Luckily, he happened to have all of it with him in his trunk.

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    Your underwear and socks you may keep."

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    Mitya flared up terribly.

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    "I don't want another man's clothes!" he shouted menacingly. "Give me my own!"

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    "That's impossible."

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    "Give me my own — to the devil with Kalganov, and his clothes, and himself too!"

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    They spent a long time talking him round.

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    Somehow, however, they calmed him down.

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    They impressed on him that his clothes, being stained with blood, must "be joined to the body of material evidence," and that to leave them on him they now "had not even the right… in view of how the case might end."

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    Mitya somehow understood this at last.

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    He fell gloomily silent and began hurriedly to dress.

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    He only remarked, as he put on the clothes, that they were finer than his own old clothes, and that he would rather not "profit by it."

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    Besides, they were "humiliatingly tight.

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    Am I to play the pea-clown in them, then… for your delight!"

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    Again they impressed on him that here too he was exaggerating, that Mr. Kalganov, though taller than he, was so only by a little, and that perhaps only the trousers would come out somewhat long.

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    But the frock-coat did indeed prove tight across the shoulders.

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    "Devil take it, it's even hard to button up," Mitya grumbled again. "Do me the favor, be so kind as to inform Mr. Kalganov this very instant on my behalf that I did not ask him for his clothes, and that I have been dressed up as a clown."

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    "He understands that very well and regrets it… that is, it is not his clothes he regrets, but, properly speaking, this whole affair…" Nikolai Parfenovich began to mumble.

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    "To hell with his regret! Well, where to now? Or am I to go on sitting here?"

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    They asked him to step out again into "that room."

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    Mitya went out scowling with spite and trying not to look at anyone.

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    In another man's clothes he felt utterly disgraced, even before these peasants and before Trifon Borisovich, whose face suddenly flickered for some reason in the doorway and vanished.

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    "He came to gawk at the man in fancy dress," thought Mitya.

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    He sat down on his former chair.

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    Something nightmarish and absurd kept rising before him; it seemed to him that he was out of his mind.

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    "Well, what now — are you going to start flogging me with birch-rods, or something? After all, there's nothing left," he ground out, turning to the prosecutor.

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    Toward Nikolai Parfenovich he no longer wished even to turn, as though not deigning to speak with him at all.

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    "He examined my socks far too intently, and what's more, the scoundrel ordered them turned inside out — he did it on purpose, to show everyone what filthy underclothes I have!"

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    "Well, now we shall have to proceed to the examination of witnesses," Nikolai Parfenovich pronounced, as if in answer to Dmitri Fyodorovich's question.

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    "Yes, sir," the prosecutor said thoughtfully, also as though turning something over in his mind.

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    "We, Dmitri Fyodorovich, have done what we could in your own interest," Nikolai Parfenovich went on, "but, having met with so radical a refusal on your part to explain to us the origin of the sum that was found on you, we, at the present moment…"

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    "What is that ring of yours made of?" Mitya suddenly interrupted, as if emerging from some reverie, and pointing his finger at one of the three large rings adorning Nikolai Parfenovich's right hand.

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    "A ring?" Nikolai Parfenovich queried in astonishment.

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    "Yes, that one… there, on the middle finger, with the little veins — what stone is that?" Mitya insisted, somehow irritably, like a stubborn child.

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    "That's a smoky topaz," Nikolai Parfenovich smiled. "Would you like to look — I'll take it off…"

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    "No, no, don't take it off!" Mitya shouted savagely, suddenly coming to himself and growing furious with his own self. "Don't take it off, never mind… Devil… Gentlemen, you have befouled my soul!

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    Do you really suppose that I would hide it from you, if I had really killed my father — that I would dodge and lie and conceal myself?

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    No, that is not what Dmitri Karamazov is like; he could not have borne it, and if I had been guilty, I swear, I would not have waited here for your arrival and for the rising of the sun, as I meant to at first, but would have destroyed myself sooner, before daybreak even came!

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    I feel this now, from my own self.

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    In twenty years of living I would not have learned so much as I have learned in this accursed night!..

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    And would I be such — would I be such — on this night and at this very minute now, sitting here with you — would I speak so, would I move so, would I look so upon you and upon the world, if I were truly a parricide, when even this accidental killing of Grigory gave me no peace all night long — and not out of fear, oh! not out of fear of your punishment alone!

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    The disgrace of it!

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    And you want me to go laying open and recounting to mockers like you — who see nothing and believe in nothing, blind moles and mockers — yet another vileness of mine, yet another disgrace, even were it to save me from your accusation?

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    No, sooner to the penal mines!

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    The one who unlocked the door to my father and went in by that door — he is the one who killed him, he is the one who robbed him.

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    Who he is — I am lost, I torment myself over it, but it is not Dmitri Karamazov, know that — and there is everything I can tell you, and enough of it, don't badger me… Exile me, execute me, but provoke me no further.

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    I have fallen silent.

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    Call in your witnesses!"

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    Mitya delivered his sudden monologue as though now wholly resolved to keep silent from this point on for good.

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    The prosecutor had been watching him the whole time, and the moment he fell silent, with the coldest and calmest air, he suddenly pronounced, as though it were the most ordinary thing:

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    "With regard to precisely that open door you have just mentioned, we can — and, as it happens, very opportunely — inform you, right now, of one exceedingly curious and, in the highest degree, important piece of testimony, for you and for us, from old Grigory Vasilyev, the man you wounded.

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    On coming round, in answer to our questions, he related to us clearly and insistently that at the very time when, having gone out onto the porch and caught the sound of some noise in the garden, he resolved to go into the garden through the wicket-gate, which stood open — then, on entering the garden, even before he noticed you fleeing in the darkness away from the open window in which you had seen your father, as you have already told us, he, Grigory, casting a glance to the left and indeed noticing this open window, noticed at the same moment, much nearer to himself, the door standing wide open as well — the door about which you declared that all the while you were in the garden it remained locked.

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    I will not conceal from you that Vasilyev himself firmly concludes and testifies that you must have run out of the door, although, of course, he did not see with his own eyes how you ran out, having caught sight of you at the first moment already at some distance from himself, in the middle of the garden, fleeing toward the side of the fence…"

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    Mitya leapt up from his chair while the speech was still only half through.

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    "Nonsense!" he suddenly howled in a frenzy. "A barefaced lie! He couldn't have seen the open door, because it was locked then… He's lying!.."

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    "I consider it my duty to repeat to you that his testimony is firm.

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    He does not waver.

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    He stands by it.

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    We questioned him over several times."

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    "Just so, I questioned him over several times!" Nikolai Parfenovich confirmed with warmth.

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    "It's untrue, untrue! This is either slander against me or the hallucination of a madman," Mitya went on shouting. "It's simply that in his delirium, in his blood, from the wound, it seemed so to him when he came round… So he's raving."

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    "Yes, sir, but, you see, he noticed the open door not when he came round from the wound, but earlier than that, when he was only just entering the garden from the lodge."

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    "But it's untrue, untrue, it can't be! He's slandering me out of spite… He couldn't have seen it… I didn't run out of the door," Mitya gasped.

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    The prosecutor turned to Nikolai Parfenovich and said to him impressively:

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    "Produce it."

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    "Is this object familiar to you?" Nikolai Parfenovich suddenly laid on the table a large envelope of thick paper, of official size, on which three preserved seals were still visible.

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    The envelope itself was empty and torn open along one side.

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    Mitya stared at him, his eyes bulging.

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    "This… this is my father's envelope, then," he muttered, "the very one that held those three thousand… and if there's writing on it, allow me: 'to my little chick'… here: three thousand," he cried out, "three thousand, you see?"

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    "Of course we see, but we found no money in it; it was empty and lay on the floor by the bed, behind the screens."

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    For several seconds Mitya stood as if stunned.

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    "Gentlemen, it was Smerdyakov!" he suddenly shouted with all his strength, "it was he who killed, he who robbed! He alone knew where the old man kept the envelope hidden… It was he, it's clear now!"

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    "But you, too, knew about the envelope and that it lay under the pillow."

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    "I never knew it: I never even saw it at all, I'm seeing it now for the first time, and before I had only heard of it from Smerdyakov… He alone knew where the old man kept it hidden, but I didn't know…" Mitya was completely gasping for breath.

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    "And yet you yourself told us a moment ago that the envelope lay under your late father's pillow."

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    "You said precisely that it was under the pillow, so you did know where it lay."

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    "That's just how we recorded it!" Nikolai Parfenovich confirmed.

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    "Nonsense, absurdity! I had no idea at all that it was under the pillow."

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    "Yes, maybe it wasn't under the pillow at all… I said at random that it was under the pillow… What does Smerdyakov say?"

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    "Did you ask him where it lay?"

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    "What does Smerdyakov say?"

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    "That's the main thing… And I deliberately told a lie against myself… I lied to you without thinking, saying it lay under the pillow, and now you… Well, you know how it is, the tongue slips and out comes a lie."

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    "And the only one who knew was Smerdyakov, only Smerdyakov, and no one else!.. He didn't even reveal to me where it lay!"

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    "But it was he, it was he; beyond all doubt it was he who killed, that is now as clear to me as daylight," Mitya kept exclaiming, ever more and more beside himself, repeating himself incoherently, growing heated and embittered.

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    "Understand this, and arrest him, quickly, quickly… He killed precisely then, when I had run off and Grigory lay senseless—that's clear now… He gave the signals, and my father opened to him… Because he alone knew the signals, and without the signals my father would have opened to no one…"

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    "But again you forget one circumstance," the prosecutor observed, still just as restrained, yet as if already triumphant, "that there was no need to give any signals at all, if the door already stood open—open while you were there, while you were still in the garden…"

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    "The door, the door," Mitya muttered and stared speechless at the prosecutor; powerless, he sank back onto the chair.

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    Everyone fell silent.

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    "Yes, the door!.. It's a phantom! God is against me!" he exclaimed, gazing before him now utterly without a thought.

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    "There, you see," the prosecutor pronounced gravely, "and now judge for yourself, Dmitri Fyodorovich: on the one hand there is this testimony about the open door from which you fled, which crushes both you and us.

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    On the other hand there is your inexplicable, stubborn, and almost embittered silence about the origin of the money that suddenly appeared in your hands, when only three hours before that sum you had, by your own testimony, pawned your pistols in order to get a mere ten rubles!

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    In view of all this, decide for yourself: what are we to believe, and where are we to settle?

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    And do not hold it against us that we are 'cold cynics and mocking men' incapable of believing in the noble impulses of your soul… On the contrary, enter into our position as well…

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    Mitya was in unimaginable agitation; he had turned pale.

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    "Very well!" he suddenly exclaimed, "I will reveal my secret to you, I'll reveal where I got the money!.. I'll lay bare my disgrace, so as not to blame either you or myself afterward…"

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    "And believe me, Dmitri Fyodorovich," Nikolai Parfenovich chimed in with a kind of tenderly joyful little voice, "that any sincere and full confession of yours, made precisely at this present moment, may afterward work toward an immeasurable easing of your lot, and even, besides that…"

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    But the prosecutor gave him a slight nudge under the table, and he managed to stop himself in time.

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    Mitya, in truth, was not even listening to him.

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Братья Карамазовы, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Book IX — The Preliminary Investigation.
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