{"speaker": "scoffers", "text": "One would think that you’d got a promotion, Fyodor Pavlovitch, you seem so pleased in spite of your sorrow,", "pos": 10189}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace,", "pos": 11459}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Those innocent eyes slit my soul up like a razor,", "pos": 21306}
{"speaker": "general's widow", "text": "It serves her right. God has punished her for her ingratitude.", "pos": 23448}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "God would repay her for the orphans.", "pos": 24555}
{"speaker": "general's widow", "text": "You are a blockhead all the same, for their instruction, and so that all be spent on them exclusively, with the condition that it be so portioned out as to last till they are twenty‐one, for it is more than adequate provision for such children. If other people think fit to throw away their money, let them.", "pos": 24594}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Alexandrovitch Miüsov", "text": "He is proud, he will never be in want of pence; he has got money enough to go abroad now. What does he want here? Every one can see that he hasn’t come for money, for his father would never give him any. He has no taste for drink and dissipation, and yet his father can’t do without him. They get on so well together!", "pos": 31894}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "as though she stood living before me.", "pos": 34891}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "He does not say much, and thinks the more.", "pos": 37336}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Alexandrovitch Miüsov", "text": "Here is perhaps the one man in the world whom you might leave alone without a penny, in the center of an unknown town of a million inhabitants, and he would not come to harm, he would not die of cold and hunger, for he would be fed and sheltered at once; and if he were not, he would find a shelter for himself, and it would cost him no effort or humiliation. And to shelter him would be no burden, but, on the contrary, would probably be looked on as a pleasure.", "pos": 42520}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "of a lot of low Jews, Jewesses, and Jewkins. Jews high and low alike.", "pos": 44602}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Do you know, that you are like her, ‘the crazy woman’", "pos": 46104}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "A regular Roman nose, with my goiter I’ve quite the countenance of an ancient Roman patrician of the decadent period. That is the most honest monk among them, of course. H’m!... So that’s where you want to be, my gentle boy? H’m!... I had a presentiment that you would end in something like this. Would you believe it? You were making straight for it. Well, to be sure you have your own two thousand. That’s a dowry for you. And I’ll never desert you, my angel. And I’ll pay what’s wanted for you there, if they ask for it. But, of course, if they don’t ask, why should we worry them? What do you say? You know, you spend money like a canary, two grains a week. H’m!... Do you know that near one monastery there’s a place outside the town where every baby knows there are none but ‘the monks’ wives’ living, as they are called. Thirty women, I believe. I have been there myself. You know, it’s interesting in its own way, of course, as a variety. The worst of it is it’s awfully Russian. There are no French women there. Of course they could get them fast enough, they have plenty of money. If they get to hear of it they’ll come along. Well, there’s nothing of that sort here, no ‘monks’ wives,’ and two hundred monks. They’re honest. They keep the fasts. I admit it.... H’m.... So you want to be a monk? And do you know I’m sorry to lose you, Alyosha; would you believe it, I’ve really grown fond of you? Well, it’s a good opportunity. You’ll pray for us sinners; we have sinned too much here. I’ve always been thinking who would pray for me, and whether there’s any one in the world to do it. My dear boy, I’m awfully stupid about that. You wouldn’t believe it. Awfully. You see, however stupid I am about it, I keep thinking, I keep thinking—from time to time, of course, not all the while. It’s impossible, I think, for the devils to forget to drag me down to hell with their hooks when I die. Then I wonder—hooks? Where would they get them? What of? Iron hooks? Where do they forge them? Have they a foundry there of some sort? The monks in the monastery probably believe that there’s a ceiling in hell, for instance. Now I’m ready to believe in hell, but without a ceiling. It makes it more refined, more enlightened, more Lutheran that is. And, after all, what does it matter whether it has a ceiling or hasn’t? But, do you know, there’s a damnable question involved in it? If there’s no ceiling there can be no hooks, and if there are no hooks it all breaks down, which is unlikely again, for then there would be none to drag me down to hell, and if they don’t drag me down what justice is there in the world? Il faudrait les inventer, those hooks, on purpose for me alone, for, if you only knew, Alyosha, what a blackguard I am.", "pos": 48592}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But there are no hooks there,", "pos": 52031}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Yes, yes, only the shadows of hooks, I know, I know. That’s how a Frenchman described hell: ‘J’ai vu l’ombre d’un cocher qui avec l’ombre d’une brosse frottait l’ombre d’une carrosse.’ How do you know there are no hooks, darling? When you’ve lived with the monks you’ll sing a different tune. But go and get at the truth there, and then come and tell me. Anyway it’s easier going to the other world if one knows what there is there. Besides, it will be more seemly for you with the monks than here with me, with a drunken old man and young harlots ... though you’re like an angel, nothing touches you. And I dare say nothing will touch you there. That’s why I let you go, because I hope for that. You’ve got all your wits about you. You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again. And I will wait for you. I feel that you’re the only creature in the world who has not condemned me. My dear boy, I feel it, you know. I can’t help feeling it.", "pos": 52121}
{"speaker": "The Apostle Thomas", "text": "My Lord and my God! I do not believe till I see.", "pos": 54600}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I want to live for immortality, and I will accept no compromise.", "pos": 56262}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Give all that thou hast to the poor and follow Me, if thou wouldst be perfect.", "pos": 56819}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I can’t give two roubles instead of ‘all,’ and only go to mass instead of ‘following Him.’", "pos": 56925}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "There is the place for thee and not here.", "pos": 61096}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Among us there is sin, injustice, and temptation, but yet, somewhere on earth there is some one holy and exalted. He has the truth; he knows the truth; so it is not dead upon the earth; so it will come one day to us, too, and rule over all the earth according to the promise.", "pos": 66652}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No matter. He is holy. He carries in his heart the secret of renewal for all: that power which will, at last, establish truth on the earth, and all men will be holy and love one another, and there will be no more rich nor poor, no exalted nor humbled, but all will be as the children of God, and the true Kingdom of Christ will come.", "pos": 67534}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Who has made me a judge over them?", "pos": 71768}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "by vileness,", "pos": 73161}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Nevertheless I would rather bite out my tongue than be lacking in respect to the sainted man whom you reverence so highly,", "pos": 73338}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Divide it equally.", "pos": 75995}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Who the devil is there to ask in this imbecile place? We must find out, for time is passing,", "pos": 76854}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Father Zossima lives in the hermitage, apart, four hundred paces from the monastery, the other side of the copse.", "pos": 77261}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "I know it’s the other side of the copse, but we don’t remember the way. It is a long time since we’ve been here.", "pos": 77377}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "This way, by this gate, and straight across the copse ... the copse. Come with me, won’t you? I’ll show you. I have to go.... I am going myself. This way, this way.", "pos": 77522}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "You see, we have come to the elder upon business of our own,", "pos": 77923}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "I’ve been there. I’ve been already; un chevalier parfait,", "pos": 78157}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Who is a chevalier?", "pos": 78261}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "The elder, the splendid elder, the elder! The honor and glory of the monastery, Zossima. Such an elder!", "pos": 78297}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "That I certainly will, without fail. And, believe me, we’ve all given our word to behave properly here.... And you, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, will you go, too?", "pos": 78809}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Yes, of course. What have I come for but to study all the customs here? The only obstacle to me is your company....", "pos": 79030}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Yes, Dmitri Fyodorovitch is non-existent as yet. It would be a capital thing if he didn’t turn up. Do you suppose I like all this business, and in your company, too? So we will come to dinner. Thank the Father Superior. He’s like von Sohn,", "pos": 79148}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Is that all you can think of?... In what way is he like von Sohn? Have you ever seen von Sohn?", "pos": 79778}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "I’ve seen his portrait. It’s not the features, but something indefinable. He’s a second von Sohn. I can always tell from the physiognomy.", "pos": 79875}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Ah, I dare say you are a connoisseur in that. But, look here, Fyodor Pavlovitch, you said just now that we had given our word to behave properly. Remember it. I advise you to control yourself. But, if you begin to play the fool I don’t intend to be associated with you here.... You see what a man he is I’m afraid to go among decent people with him.", "pos": 80015}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "When you go to Rome you must do as the Romans do. Here in this hermitage there are twenty-five saints being saved. They look at one another, and eat cabbages. And not one woman goes in at this gate. That’s what is remarkable. And that really is so. But I did hear that the elder receives ladies,", "pos": 80942}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Fyodor Pavlovitch, I warn you I shall go back and leave you here. They’ll turn you out when I’m gone. what a vale of roses they live in! And was it like this in the time of the last elder, Varsonofy? He didn’t care for such elegance. They say he used to jump up and thrash even ladies with a stick. Fyodor Pavlovitch, for the last time, your compact, do you hear? Behave properly or I will pay you out! I can’t think why you are so agitated. Are you uneasy about your sins? They say he can tell by one’s eyes what one has come about. And what a lot you think of their opinion! you, a Parisian, and so advanced. I’m surprised at you.", "pos": 82092}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Precisely to our time, but no sign of my son, Dmitri. I apologize for him, sacred elder! I am always punctual myself, minute for minute, remembering that punctuality is the courtesy of kings.... Yes; that’s true. I’m not a king, and, would you believe it, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, I was aware of that myself. But, there! I always say the wrong thing. Your reverence, you behold before you a buffoon in earnest! I introduce myself as such. It’s an old habit, alas! And if I sometimes talk nonsense out of place it’s with an object, with the object of amusing people and making myself agreeable. One must be agreeable, mustn’t one? I was seven years ago in a little town where I had business, and I made friends with some merchants there. We went to the captain of police because we had to see him about something, and to ask him to dine with us. He was a tall, fat, fair, sulky man, the most dangerous type in such cases. It’s their liver. I went straight up to him, and with the ease of a man of the world, you know, ‘Mr. Ispravnik,’ said I, ‘be our Napravnik.’ ‘What do you mean by Napravnik?’ said he. I saw, at the first half-second, that it had missed fire. He stood there so glum. ‘I wanted to make a joke,’ said I, ‘for the general diversion, as Mr. Napravnik is our well-known Russian orchestra conductor and what we need for the harmony of our undertaking is some one of that sort.’ And I explained my comparison very reasonably, didn’t I? ‘Excuse me,’ said he, ‘I am an Ispravnik, and I do not allow puns to be made on my calling.’ He turned and walked away. I followed him, shouting, ‘Yes, yes, you are an Ispravnik, not a Napravnik.’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘since you called me a Napravnik I am one.’ And would you believe it, it ruined our business! And I’m always like that, always like that. Always injuring myself with my politeness. Once, many years ago, I said to an influential person: ‘Your wife is a ticklish lady,’ in an honorable sense, of the moral qualities, so to speak. But he asked me, ‘Why, have you tickled her?’ I thought I’d be polite, so I couldn’t help saying, ‘Yes,’ and he gave me a fine tickling on the spot. Only that happened long ago, so I’m not ashamed to tell the story. I’m always injuring myself like that.", "pos": 88150}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "You’re doing it now,", "pos": 90589}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Am I? Would you believe it, I was aware of that, too, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, and let me tell you, indeed, I foresaw I should as soon as I began to speak. And do you know I foresaw, too, that you’d be the first to remark on it. The minute I see my joke isn’t coming off, your reverence, both my cheeks feel as though they were drawn down to the lower jaw and there is almost a spasm in them. That’s been so since I was young, when I had to make jokes for my living in noblemen’s families. I am an inveterate buffoon, and have been from birth up, your reverence, it’s as though it were a craze in me. I dare say it’s a devil within me. But only a little one. A more serious one would have chosen another lodging. But not your soul, Pyotr Alexandrovitch; you’re not a lodging worth having either. But I do believe—I believe in God, though I have had doubts of late. But now I sit and await words of wisdom. I’m like the philosopher, Diderot, your reverence. Did you ever hear, most Holy Father, how Diderot went to see the Metropolitan Platon, in the time of the Empress Catherine? He went in and said straight out, ‘There is no God.’ To which the great bishop lifted up his finger and answered, ‘The fool hath said in his heart there is no God.’ And he fell down at his feet on the spot. ‘I believe,’ he cried, ‘and will be christened.’ And so he was. Princess Dashkov was his godmother, and Potyomkin his godfather.", "pos": 90691}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Fyodor Pavlovitch, this is unbearable! You know you’re telling lies and that that stupid anecdote isn’t true. Why are you playing the fool?", "pos": 92107}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "I suspected all my life that it wasn’t true. But I’ll tell you the whole truth, gentlemen. Great elder! Forgive me, the last thing about Diderot’s christening I made up just now. I never thought of it before. I made it up to add piquancy. I play the fool, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, to make myself agreeable. Though I really don’t know myself, sometimes, what I do it for. And as for Diderot, I heard as far as ‘the fool hath said in his heart’ twenty times from the gentry about here when I was young. I heard your aunt, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, tell the story. They all believe to this day that the infidel Diderot came to dispute about God with the Metropolitan Platon....", "pos": 92282}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Forgive me, for perhaps I seem to be taking part in this shameful foolery. I made a mistake in believing that even a man like Fyodor Pavlovitch would understand what was due on a visit to so honored a personage. I did not suppose I should have to apologize simply for having come with him....", "pos": 94566}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Don’t distress yourself, I beg. I beg you not to disturb yourself. I particularly beg you to be my guest.", "pos": 95005}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Great elder, speak! Do I annoy you by my vivacity?", "pos": 95291}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "I earnestly beg you, too, not to disturb yourself, and not to be uneasy. Do not trouble. Make yourself quite at home. And, above all, do not be so ashamed of yourself, for that is at the root of it all.", "pos": 95492}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Quite at home? To be my natural self? Oh, that is much too much, but I accept it with grateful joy. Do you know, blessed Father, you’d better not invite me to be my natural self. Don’t risk it.... I will not go so far as that myself. I warn you for your own sake. Well, the rest is still plunged in the mists of uncertainty, though there are people who’d be pleased to describe me for you. I mean that for you, Pyotr Alexandrovitch. But as for you, holy being, let me tell you, I am brimming over with ecstasy. Blessed be the womb that bare thee, and the paps that gave thee suck—the paps especially. When you said just now, ‘Don’t be so ashamed of yourself, for that is at the root of it all,’ you pierced right through me by that remark, and read me to the core. Indeed, I always feel when I meet people that I am lower than all, and that they all take me for a buffoon. So I say, ‘Let me really play the buffoon. I am not afraid of your opinion, for you are every one of you worse than I am.’ That is why I am a buffoon. It is from shame, great elder, from shame; it’s simply over‐sensitiveness that makes me rowdy. If I had only been sure that every one would accept me as the kindest and wisest of men, oh, Lord, what a good man I should have been then! Teacher! what must I do to gain eternal life?", "pos": 95728}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "You have known for a long time what you must do. You have sense enough: don’t give way to drunkenness and incontinence of speech; don’t give way to sensual lust; and, above all, to the love of money. And close your taverns. If you can’t close all, at least two or three. And, above all—don’t lie.", "pos": 97266}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You mean about Diderot?", "pos": 97565}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "No, not about Diderot. Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself. The man who lies to himself can be more easily offended than any one. You know it is sometimes very pleasant to take offense, isn’t it? A man may know that nobody has insulted him, but that he has invented the insult for himself, has lied and exaggerated to make it picturesque, has caught at a word and made a mountain out of a molehill—he knows that himself, yet he will be the first to take offense, and will revel in his resentment till he feels great pleasure in it, and so pass to genuine vindictiveness. But get up, sit down, I beg you. All this, too, is deceitful posturing....", "pos": 97591}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Blessed man! Give me your hand to kiss. It is, it is pleasant to take offense. You said that so well, as I never heard it before. Yes, I have been all my life taking offense, to please myself, taking offense on esthetic grounds, for it is not so much pleasant as distinguished sometimes to be insulted—that you had forgotten, great elder, it is distinguished! I shall make a note of that. But I have been lying, lying positively my whole life long, every day and hour of it. Of a truth, I am a lie, and the father of lies. Though I believe I am not the father of lies. I am getting mixed in my texts. Say, the son of lies, and that will be enough. Only ... my angel ... I may sometimes talk about Diderot! Diderot will do no harm, though sometimes a word will do harm. Great elder, by the way, I was forgetting, though I had been meaning for the last two years to come here on purpose to ask and to find out something. Only do tell Pyotr Alexandrovitch not to interrupt me. Here is my question: Is it true, great Father, that the story is told somewhere in the Lives of the Saints of a holy saint martyred for his faith who, when his head was cut off at last, stood up, picked up his head, and, ‘courteously kissing it,’ walked a long way, carrying it in his hands. Is that true or not, honored Father?", "pos": 98666}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "No, it is untrue,", "pos": 100056}
{"speaker": "Father Librarian", "text": "There is nothing of the kind in all the lives of the saints. What saint do you say the story is told of?", "pos": 100092}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "I do not know what saint. I do not know, and can’t tell. I was deceived. I was told the story. I had heard it, and do you know who told it? Pyotr Alexandrovitch Miüsov here, who was so angry just now about Diderot. He it was who told the story.", "pos": 100227}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "I have never told it you, I never speak to you at all.", "pos": 100474}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "It is true you did not tell me, but you told it when I was present. It was three years ago. I mentioned it because by that ridiculous story you shook my faith, Pyotr Alexandrovitch. You knew nothing of it, but I went home with my faith shaken, and I have been getting more and more shaken ever since. Yes, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, you were the cause of a great fall. That was not a Diderot!", "pos": 100531}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "What nonsense, and it is all nonsense. I may really have told it, some time or other ... but not to you. I was told it myself. I heard it in Paris from a Frenchman. He told me it was read at our mass from the Lives of the Saints ... he was a very learned man who had made a special study of Russian statistics and had lived a long time in Russia.... I have not read the Lives of the Saints myself, and I am not going to read them ... all sorts of things are said at dinner—we were dining then.", "pos": 101084}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Yes, you were dining then, and so I lost my faith!", "pos": 101595}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "You defile everything you touch.", "pos": 101814}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Excuse me, gentlemen, for leaving you a few minutes. I have visitors awaiting me who arrived before you. But don’t you tell lies all the same,", "pos": 101888}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Blessed man! Allow me to kiss your hand once more. Yes, with you I could still talk, I could still get on. Do you think I always lie and play the fool like this? Believe me, I have been acting like this all the time on purpose to try you. I have been testing you all the time to see whether I could get on with you. Is there room for my humility beside your pride? I am ready to give you a testimonial that one can get on with you! But now, I’ll be quiet; I will keep quiet all the time. I’ll sit in a chair and hold my tongue. Now it is for you to speak, Pyotr Alexandrovitch. You are the principal person left now—for ten minutes.", "pos": 102501}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "But here is one from afar.", "pos": 107866}
{"speaker": "The woman", "text": "From afar off, Father, from afar off! From two hundred miles from here. From afar off, Father, from afar off!", "pos": 108135}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "You are of the tradesman class?", "pos": 108919}
{"speaker": "The woman", "text": "Townfolk we are, Father, townfolk. Yet we are peasants though we live in the town. I have come to see you, O Father! We heard of you, Father, we heard of you. I have buried my little son, and I have come on a pilgrimage. I have been in three monasteries, but they told me, ‘Go, Nastasya, go to them’—that is to you. I have come; I was yesterday at the service, and to‐day I have come to you.", "pos": 109000}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What are you weeping for?", "pos": 109394}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s my little son I’m grieving for, Father. He was three years old—three years all but three months. For my little boy, Father, I’m in anguish, for my little boy. He was the last one left. We had four, my Nikita and I, and now we’ve no children, our dear ones have all gone. I buried the first three without grieving overmuch, and now I have buried the last I can’t forget him. He seems always standing before me. He never leaves me. He has withered my heart. I look at his little clothes, his little shirt, his little boots, and I wail. I lay out all that is left of him, all his little things. I look at them and wail. I say to Nikita, my husband, ‘Let me go on a pilgrimage, master.’ He is a driver. We’re not poor people, Father, not poor; he drives our own horse. It’s all our own, the horse and the carriage. And what good is it all to us now? My Nikita has begun drinking while I am away. He’s sure to. It used to be so before. As soon as I turn my back he gives way to it. But now I don’t think about him. It’s three months since I left home. I’ve forgotten him. I’ve forgotten everything. I don’t want to remember. And what would our life be now together? I’ve done with him, I’ve done. I’ve done with them all. I don’t care to look upon my house and my goods. I don’t care to see anything at all!", "pos": 109422}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Listen, mother. Knowest thou not. Thou didst give us life, O Lord. That’s what the saint said to the weeping mother of old. He was a great saint and he could not have spoken falsely. Therefore you too, mother, know that your little one is surely before the throne of God, is rejoicing and happy, and praying to God for you, and therefore weep not, but rejoice.", "pos": 110732}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My Nikita tried to comfort me with the same words as you. ‘Foolish one,’ he said, ‘why weep? Our son is no doubt singing with the angels before God.’ He says that to me, but he weeps himself. I see that he cries like me. ‘I know, Nikita,’ said I. ‘Where could he be if not with the Lord God? Only, here with us now he is not as he used to sit beside us before.’ And if only I could look upon him one little time, if only I could peep at him one little time, without going up to him, without speaking, if I could be hidden in a corner and only see him for one little minute, hear him playing in the yard, calling in his little voice, ‘Mammy, where are you?’ If only I could hear him pattering with his little feet about the room just once, only once; for so often, so often I remember how he used to run to me and shout and laugh, if only I could hear his little feet I should know him! But he’s gone, Father, he’s gone, and I shall never hear him again. Here’s his little sash, but him I shall never see or hear now.", "pos": 111791}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "It is Rachel of old,", "pos": 113016}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What was his name?", "pos": 113745}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Alexey, Father.", "pos": 113766}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "A sweet name. After Alexey, the man of God?", "pos": 113784}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, Father.", "pos": 113830}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What a saint he was! I will remember him, mother, and your grief in my prayers, and I will pray for your husband’s health. It is a sin for you to leave him. Your little one will see from heaven that you have forsaken his father, and will weep over you. Why do you trouble his happiness? He is living, for the soul lives for ever, and though he is not in the house he is near you, unseen. How can he go into the house when you say that the house is hateful to you? To whom is he to go if he find you not together, his father and mother? He comes to you in dreams now, and you grieve. But then he will send you gentle dreams. Go to your husband, mother; go this very day.", "pos": 113845}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I will go, Father, at your word. I will go. You’ve gone straight to my heart. My Nikita, my Nikita, you are waiting for me,", "pos": 114517}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Only the other day Stepanida Ilyinishna—she’s a rich merchant’s wife—said to me, ‘You go, Prohorovna, and put your son’s name down for prayer in the church, and pray for the peace of his soul as though he were dead. His soul will be troubled,’ she said, ‘and he will write you a letter.’ And Stepanida Ilyinishna told me it was a certain thing which had been many times tried. Only I am in doubt.... Oh, you light of ours! is it true or false, and would it be right?", "pos": 115210}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Don’t think of it. It’s shameful to ask the question. How is it possible to pray for the peace of a living soul? And his own mother too! It’s a great sin, akin to sorcery. Only for your ignorance it is forgiven you. Better pray to the Queen of Heaven, our swift defense and help, for his good health, and that she may forgive you for your error. And another thing I will tell you, Prohorovna. Either he will soon come back to you, your son, or he will be sure to send a letter. Go, and henceforward be in peace. Your son is alive, I tell you.", "pos": 115679}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Dear Father, God reward you, our benefactor, who prays for all of us and for our sins!", "pos": 116224}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What is it, my child?", "pos": 116543}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Absolve my soul, Father,", "pos": 116567}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I have sinned, Father. I am afraid of my sin.", "pos": 116675}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am a widow these three years,", "pos": 116812}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Stay! Three years ago?", "pos": 117117}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Three years. At first I didn’t think about it, but now I’ve begun to be ill, and the thought never leaves me.", "pos": 117322}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Have you come from far?", "pos": 117434}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Over three hundred miles away.", "pos": 117460}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Have you told it in confession?", "pos": 117493}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I have confessed it. Twice I have confessed it.", "pos": 117527}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Have you been admitted to Communion?", "pos": 117577}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes. I am afraid. I am afraid to die.", "pos": 117616}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Fear nothing and never be afraid; and don’t fret. If only your penitence fail not, God will forgive all. There is no sin, and there can be no sin on all the earth, which the Lord will not forgive to the truly repentant! Man cannot commit a sin so great as to exhaust the infinite love of God. Can there be a sin which could exceed the love of God? Think only of repentance, continual repentance, but dismiss fear altogether. Believe that God loves you as you cannot conceive; that He loves you with your sin, in your sin. It has been said of old that over one repentant sinner there is more joy in heaven than over ten righteous men. Go, and fear not. Be not bitter against men. Be not angry if you are wronged. Forgive the dead man in your heart what wrong he did you. Be reconciled with him in truth. If you are penitent, you love. And if you love you are of God. All things are atoned for, all things are saved by love. If I, a sinner, even as you are, am tender with you and have pity on you, how much more will God. Love is such a priceless treasure that you can redeem the whole world by it, and expiate not only your own sins but the sins of others.", "pos": 117656}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "From Vyshegorye, dear Father.", "pos": 119050}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Five miles you have dragged yourself with the baby. What do you want?", "pos": 119082}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I’ve come to look at you. I have been to you before—or have you forgotten? You’ve no great memory if you’ve forgotten me. They told us you were ill. Thinks I, I’ll go and see him for myself. Now I see you, and you’re not ill! You’ll live another twenty years. God bless you! There are plenty to pray for you; how should you be ill?", "pos": 119154}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "I thank you for all, daughter.", "pos": 119488}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "By the way, I have a thing to ask, not a great one. Here are sixty copecks. Give them, dear Father, to some one poorer than me. I thought as I came along, better give through him. He’ll know whom to give to.", "pos": 119521}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Thanks, my dear, thanks! You are a good woman. I love you. I will do so certainly. Is that your little girl?", "pos": 119731}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My little girl, Father, Lizaveta.", "pos": 119842}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "May the Lord bless you both, you and your babe Lizaveta! You have gladdened my heart, mother. Farewell, dear children, farewell, dear ones.", "pos": 119878}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ah, what I have been feeling, looking on at this touching scene!...", "pos": 120401}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, I understand the people’s love for you. I love the people myself. I want to love them. And who could help loving them, our splendid Russian people, so simple in their greatness!", "pos": 120504}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "How is your daughter’s health? You wanted to talk to me again?", "pos": 120688}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, I have been urgently begging for it, I have prayed for it! I was ready to fall on my knees and kneel for three days at your windows until you let me in. We have come, great healer, to express our ardent gratitude. You have healed my Lise, healed her completely, merely by praying over her last Thursday and laying your hands upon her. We have hastened here to kiss those hands, to pour out our feelings and our homage.", "pos": 120753}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What do you mean by healed? But she is still lying down in her chair.", "pos": 121178}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But her night fevers have entirely ceased ever since Thursday,", "pos": 121250}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s at him,", "pos": 122168}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She has a message for you, Alexey Fyodorovitch. How are you?", "pos": 122463}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Katerina Ivanovna has sent you this through me.", "pos": 122801}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She particularly begs you to go and see her as soon as possible; that you will not fail her, but will be sure to come.", "pos": 122881}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She asks me to go and see her? Me? What for?", "pos": 123002}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, it’s all to do with Dmitri Fyodorovitch and—what has happened lately,", "pos": 123122}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Katerina Ivanovna has made up her mind, but she must see you about it.... Why, of course, I can’t say. But she wants to see you at once. And you will go to her, of course. It is a Christian duty.", "pos": 123230}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I have only seen her once,", "pos": 123428}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, she is such a lofty, incomparable creature! If only for her suffering.... Think what she has gone through, what she is enduring now! Think what awaits her! It’s all terrible, terrible!", "pos": 123501}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Very well, I will come,", "pos": 123692}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, how sweet and generous that would be of you!", "pos": 123876}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I told mamma you’d be sure not to go. I said you were saving your soul. How splendid you are! I’ve always thought you were splendid. How glad I am to tell you so!", "pos": 123961}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Lise!", "pos": 124126}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You have quite forgotten us, Alexey Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 124205}
{"speaker": "monk", "text": "How can you presume to do such deeds?", "pos": 124991}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "It’s too early, of course, to speak of that. Relief is not complete cure, and may proceed from different causes. But if there has been any healing, it is by no power but God’s will. It’s all from God. Visit me, Father. It’s not often I can see visitors. I am ill, and I know that my days are numbered.", "pos": 125136}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "Oh, no, no! God will not take you from us. You will live a long, long time yet. And in what way are you ill? You look so well, so gay and happy.", "pos": 125464}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "I am extraordinarily better to‐day. But I know that it’s only for a moment. I understand my disease now thoroughly. If I seem so happy to you, you could never say anything that would please me so much. For men are made for happiness, and any one who is completely happy has a right to say to himself, ‘I am doing God’s will on earth.’ All the righteous, all the saints, all the holy martyrs were happy. I am doing God’s will on earth.", "pos": 125629}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "Oh, how you speak! What bold and lofty words! You seem to pierce with your words. And yet—happiness, happiness—where is it? Who can say of himself that he is happy? Oh, since you have been so good as to let us see you once more to‐day, let me tell you what I could not utter last time, what I dared not say, all I am suffering and have been for so long! I am suffering! Forgive me! I am suffering!", "pos": 126034}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "From what specially?", "pos": 126519}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "I suffer ... from lack of faith.", "pos": 126542}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Lack of faith in God?", "pos": 126577}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "Oh, no, no! I dare not even think of that. But the future life—it is such an enigma! And no one, no one can solve it. Listen! You are a healer, you are deeply versed in the human soul, and of course I dare not expect you to believe me entirely, but I assure you on my word of honor that I am not speaking lightly now. The thought of the life beyond the grave distracts me to anguish, to terror. And I don’t know to whom to appeal, and have not dared to all my life. And now I am so bold as to ask you. Oh, God! What will you think of me now?", "pos": 126601}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Don’t distress yourself about my opinion of you. I quite believe in the sincerity of your suffering.", "pos": 127168}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "Oh, how thankful I am to you! You see, I shut my eyes and ask myself if every one has faith, where did it come from? And then they do say that it all comes from terror at the menacing phenomena of nature, and that none of it’s real. And I say to myself, ‘What if I’ve been believing all my life, and when I come to die there’s nothing but the burdocks growing on my grave?’ as I read in some author. It’s awful! How—how can I get back my faith? But I only believed when I was a little child, mechanically, without thinking of anything. How, how is one to prove it? I have come now to lay my soul before you and to ask you about it. If I let this chance slip, no one all my life will answer me. How can I prove it? How can I convince myself? Oh, how unhappy I am! I stand and look about me and see that scarcely any one else cares; no one troubles his head about it, and I’m the only one who can’t stand it. It’s deadly—deadly! What if I’ve been believing all my life, and when I come to die there’s nothing but the burdocks growing on my grave?", "pos": 127289}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "No doubt. But there’s no proving it, though you can be convinced of it.", "pos": 128218}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "How?", "pos": 128292}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "By the experience of active love. Strive to love your neighbor actively and indefatigably. In as far as you advance in love you will grow surer of the reality of God and of the immortality of your soul. If you attain to perfect self‐forgetfulness in the love of your neighbor, then you will believe without doubt, and no doubt can possibly enter your soul. This has been tried. This is certain.", "pos": 128299}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "In active love? There’s another question—and such a question! You see, I so love humanity that—would you believe it?—I often dream of forsaking all that I have, leaving Lise, and becoming a sister of mercy. I close my eyes and think and dream, and at that moment I feel full of strength to overcome all obstacles. No wounds, no festering sores could at that moment frighten me. I would bind them up and wash them with my own hands. I would nurse the afflicted. I would be ready to kiss such wounds.", "pos": 128696}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "It is much, and well that your mind is full of such dreams and not others. Sometime, unawares, you may do a good deed in reality.", "pos": 129197}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "Yes. But could I endure such a life for long? That’s the chief question—that’s my most agonizing question. I shut my eyes and ask myself, ‘Would you persevere long on that path? And if the patient whose wounds you are washing did not meet you with gratitude, but worried you with his whims, without valuing or remarking your charitable services, began abusing you and rudely commanding you, and complaining to the superior authorities of you (which often happens when people are in great suffering)—what then? Would you persevere in your love, or not?’ And do you know, I came with horror to the conclusion that, if anything could dissipate my love to humanity, it would be ingratitude. In short, I am a hired servant, I expect my payment at once—that is, praise, and the repayment of love with love. Otherwise I am incapable of loving any one. Would you persevere long on that path? And if the patient whose wounds you are washing did not meet you with gratitude, but worried you with his whims, without valuing or remarking your charitable services, began abusing you and rudely commanding you, and complaining to the superior authorities of you (which often happens when people are in great suffering)—what then? Would you persevere in your love, or not?", "pos": 129329}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "It’s just the same story as a doctor once told me. He was a man getting on in years, and undoubtedly clever. He spoke as frankly as you, though in jest, in bitter jest. ‘I love humanity,’ he said, ‘but I wonder at myself. The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular. In my dreams,’ he said, ‘I have often come to making enthusiastic schemes for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually have faced crucifixion if it had been suddenly necessary; and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with any one for two days together, as I know by experience. As soon as any one is near me, his personality disturbs my self‐complacency and restricts my freedom. In twenty‐four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he’s too long over his dinner; another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.’ I love humanity, but I wonder at myself. The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular. In my dreams. I have often come to making enthusiastic schemes for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually have faced crucifixion if it had been suddenly necessary; and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with any one for two days together, as I know by experience. As soon as any one is near me, his personality disturbs my self‐complacency and restricts my freedom. In twenty‐four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he’s too long over his dinner; another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.", "pos": 130340}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "But what’s to be done? What can one do in such a case? Must one despair?", "pos": 131395}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "No. It is enough that you are distressed at it. Do what you can, and it will be reckoned unto you. Much is done already in you since you can so deeply and sincerely know yourself. If you have been talking to me so sincerely, simply to gain approbation for your frankness, as you did from me just now, then of course you will not attain to anything in the achievement of real love; it will all get no further than dreams, and your whole life will slip away like a phantom. In that case you will naturally cease to think of the future life too, and will of yourself grow calmer after a fashion in the end.", "pos": 131470}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "You have crushed me! Only now, as you speak, I understand that I was really only seeking your approbation for my sincerity when I told you I could not endure ingratitude. You have revealed me to myself. You have seen through me and explained me to myself!", "pos": 132076}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Are you speaking the truth? Well, now, after such a confession, I believe that you are sincere and good at heart. If you do not attain happiness, always remember that you are on the right road, and try not to leave it. Above all, avoid falsehood, every kind of falsehood, especially falseness to yourself. Watch over your own deceitfulness and look into it every hour, every minute. Avoid being scornful, both to others and to yourself. What seems to you bad within you will grow purer from the very fact of your observing it in yourself. Avoid fear, too, though fear is only the consequence of every sort of falsehood. Never be frightened at your own faint‐heartedness in attaining love. Don’t be frightened overmuch even at your evil actions. I am sorry I can say nothing more consoling to you, for love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in the sight of all. Men will even give their lives if only the ordeal does not last long but is soon over, with all looking on and applauding as though on the stage. But active love is labor and fortitude, and for some people too, perhaps, a complete science. But I predict that just when you see with horror that in spite of all your efforts you are getting farther from your goal instead of nearer to it—at that very moment I predict that you will reach it and behold clearly the miraculous power of the Lord who has been all the time loving and mysteriously guiding you. Forgive me for not being able to stay longer with you. They are waiting for me. Good‐by.", "pos": 132334}
{"speaker": "lady", "text": "Lise, Lise! Bless her—bless her!", "pos": 133967}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "She does not deserve to be loved. I have seen her naughtiness all along. Why have you been laughing at Alexey?", "pos": 134035}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Why do you make fun of him like that, naughty girl?", "pos": 134959}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Why has he forgotten everything, then? He used to carry me about when I was little. We used to play together. He used to come to teach me to read, do you know. Two years ago, when he went away, he said that he would never forget me, that we were friends for ever, for ever, for ever! And now he’s afraid of me all at once. Am I going to eat him? Why doesn’t he want to come near me? Why doesn’t he talk? Why won’t he come and see us? It’s not that you won’t let him. We know that he goes everywhere. It’s not good manners for me to invite him. He ought to have thought of it first, if he hasn’t forgotten me. No, now he’s saving his soul! Why have you put that long gown on him? If he runs he’ll fall. Don’t be angry with me. I’m silly and good for nothing ... and perhaps Alyosha’s right, quite right, in not wanting to come and see such a ridiculous girl.", "pos": 135183}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "I will certainly send him,", "pos": 136302}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Why didn’t you go away just now, after the ‘courteously kissing’? Why did you consent to remain in such unseemly company? It was because you felt insulted and aggrieved, and you remained to vindicate yourself by showing off your intelligence. Now you won’t go till you’ve displayed your intellect to them.", "pos": 137643}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "You again?... On the contrary, I’m just going.", "pos": 137951}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You’ll be the last, the last of all to go!", "pos": 138000}
{"speaker": "Father Iosif", "text": "We are discussing this gentleman’s most interesting article. He brings forward much that is new, but I think the argument cuts both ways. It is an article written in answer to a book by an ecclesiastical authority on the question of the ecclesiastical court, and the scope of its jurisdiction.", "pos": 138716}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "I’m sorry I have not read your article, but I’ve heard of it,", "pos": 139091}
{"speaker": "Father Librarian", "text": "He takes up a most interesting position. As far as Church jurisdiction is concerned he is apparently quite opposed to the separation of Church from State.", "pos": 139208}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "That’s interesting. But in what sense?", "pos": 139399}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I start from the position that this confusion of elements, that is, of the essential principles of Church and State, will, of course, go on for ever, in spite of the fact that it is impossible for them to mingle, and that the confusion of these elements cannot lead to any consistent or even normal results, for there is falsity at the very foundation of it. Compromise between the Church and State in such questions as, for instance, jurisdiction, is, to my thinking, impossible in any real sense. My clerical opponent maintains that the Church holds a precise and defined position in the State. I maintain, on the contrary, that the Church ought to include the whole State, and not simply to occupy a corner in it, and, if this is, for some reason, impossible at present, then it ought, in reality, to be set up as the direct and chief aim of the future development of Christian society!", "pos": 139651}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Perfectly true,", "pos": 140543}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "The purest Ultramontanism!", "pos": 140640}
{"speaker": "Father Iosif", "text": "Oh, well, we have no mountains. Observe the answer he makes to the following ‘fundamental and essential’ propositions of his opponent, who is, you must note, an ecclesiastic. First, that ‘no social organization can or ought to arrogate to itself power to dispose of the civic and political rights of its members.’ Secondly, that ‘criminal and civil jurisdiction ought not to belong to the Church, and is inconsistent with its nature, both as a divine institution and as an organization of men for religious objects,’ and, finally, in the third place, ‘the Church is a kingdom not of this world.’ no social organization can or ought to arrogate to itself power to dispose of the civic and political rights of its members. criminal and civil jurisdiction ought not to belong to the Church, and is inconsistent with its nature, both as a divine institution and as an organization of men for religious objects, the Church is a kingdom not of this world.", "pos": 140729}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "A most unworthy play upon words for an ecclesiastic! I have read the book which you have answered, and was astounded at the words ‘the Church is a kingdom not of this world.’ If it is not of this world, then it cannot exist on earth at all. In the Gospel, the words ‘not of this world’ are not used in that sense. To play with such words is indefensible. Our Lord Jesus Christ came to set up the Church upon earth. The Kingdom of Heaven, of course, is not of this world, but in Heaven; but it is only entered through the Church which has been founded and established upon earth. And so a frivolous play upon words in such a connection is unpardonable and improper. The Church is, in truth, a kingdom and ordained to rule, and in the end must undoubtedly become the kingdom ruling over all the earth. For that we have the divine promise. the Church is a kingdom not of this world. not of this world", "pos": 141389}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "The whole point of my article lies in the fact that during the first three centuries Christianity only existed on earth in the Church and was nothing but the Church. When the pagan Roman Empire desired to become Christian, it inevitably happened that, by becoming Christian, it included the Church but remained a pagan State in very many of its departments. In reality this was bound to happen. But Rome as a State retained too much of the pagan civilization and culture, as, for example, in the very objects and fundamental principles of the State. The Christian Church entering into the State could, of course, surrender no part of its fundamental principles—the rock on which it stands—and could pursue no other aims than those which have been ordained and revealed by God Himself, and among them that of drawing the whole world, and therefore the ancient pagan State itself, into the Church. In that way (that is, with a view to the future) it is not the Church that should seek a definite position in the State, like ‘every social organization,’ or as ‘an organization of men for religious purposes’ (as my opponent calls the Church), but, on the contrary, every earthly State should be, in the end, completely transformed into the Church and should become nothing else but a Church, rejecting every purpose incongruous with the aims of the Church. All this will not degrade it in any way or take from its honor and glory as a great State, nor from the glory of its rulers, but only turns it from a false, still pagan, and mistaken path to the true and rightful path, which alone leads to the eternal goal. This is why the author of the book On the Foundations of Church Jurisdiction would have judged correctly if, in seeking and laying down those foundations, he had looked upon them as a temporary compromise inevitable in our sinful and imperfect days. But as soon as the author ventures to declare that the foundations which he predicates now, part of which Father Iosif just enumerated, are the permanent, essential, and eternal foundations, he is going directly against the Church and its sacred and eternal vocation. That is the gist of my article.", "pos": 142511}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "That is, in brief, according to certain theories only too clearly formulated in the nineteenth century, the Church ought to be transformed into the State, as though this would be an advance from a lower to a higher form, so as to disappear into it, making way for science, for the spirit of the age, and civilization. And if the Church resists and is unwilling, some corner will be set apart for her in the State, and even that under control—and this will be so everywhere in all modern European countries. But Russian hopes and conceptions demand not that the Church should pass as from a lower into a higher type into the State, but, on the contrary, that the State should end by being worthy to become only the Church and nothing else. So be it! So be it!", "pos": 144732}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Well, I confess you’ve reassured me somewhat. So far as I understand, then, the realization of such an ideal is infinitely remote, at the second coming of Christ. That’s as you please. It’s a beautiful Utopian dream of the abolition of war, diplomacy, banks, and so on—something after the fashion of socialism, indeed. But I imagined that it was all meant seriously, and that the Church might be now going to try criminals, and sentence them to beating, prison, and even death.", "pos": 145493}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But if there were none but the ecclesiastical court, the Church would not even now sentence a criminal to prison or to death. Crime and the way of regarding it would inevitably change, not all at once of course, but fairly soon,", "pos": 146021}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Are you serious?", "pos": 146292}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "If everything became the Church, the Church would exclude all the criminal and disobedient, and would not cut off their heads. I ask you, what would become of the excluded? He would be cut off then not only from men, as now, but from Christ. By his crime he would have transgressed not only against men but against the Church of Christ. This is so even now, of course, strictly speaking, but it is not clearly enunciated, and very, very often the criminal of to‐day compromises with his conscience: ‘I steal,’ he says, ‘but I don’t go against the Church. I’m not an enemy of Christ.’ That’s what the criminal of to‐day is continually saying to himself, but when the Church takes the place of the State it will be difficult for him, in opposition to the Church all over the world, to say: ‘All men are mistaken, all in error, all mankind are the false Church. I, a thief and murderer, am the only true Christian Church.’ It will be very difficult to say this to himself; it requires a rare combination of unusual circumstances. Now, on the other side, take the Church’s own view of crime: is it not bound to renounce the present almost pagan attitude, and to change from a mechanical cutting off of its tainted member for the preservation of society, as at present, into completely and honestly adopting the idea of the regeneration of the man, of his reformation and salvation?", "pos": 146341}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "What do you mean? I fail to understand again. Some sort of dream again. Something shapeless and even incomprehensible. What is excommunication? What sort of exclusion? I suspect you are simply amusing yourself, Ivan Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 147737}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, but you know, in reality it is so now,", "pos": 147991}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "If it were not for the Church of Christ there would be nothing to restrain the criminal from evil‐doing, no real chastisement for it afterwards; none, that is, but the mechanical punishment spoken of just now, which in the majority of cases only embitters the heart; and not the real punishment, the only effectual one, the only deterrent and softening one, which lies in the recognition of sin by conscience.", "pos": 148093}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "How is that, may one inquire?", "pos": 148505}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Why, all these sentences to exile with hard labor, and formerly with flogging also, reform no one, and what’s more, deter hardly a single criminal, and the number of crimes does not diminish but is continually on the increase. You must admit that. Consequently the security of society is not preserved, for, although the obnoxious member is mechanically cut off and sent far away out of sight, another criminal always comes to take his place at once, and often two of them. If anything does preserve society, even in our time, and does regenerate and transform the criminal, it is only the law of Christ speaking in his conscience. It is only by recognizing his wrong‐doing as a son of a Christian society—that is, of the Church—that he recognizes his sin against society—that is, against the Church. So that it is only against the Church, and not against the State, that the criminal of to‐day can recognize that he has sinned. If society, as a Church, had jurisdiction, then it would know when to bring back from exclusion and to reunite to itself. Now the Church having no real jurisdiction, but only the power of moral condemnation, withdraws of her own accord from punishing the criminal actively. She does not excommunicate him but simply persists in motherly exhortation of him. What is more, the Church even tries to preserve all Christian communion with the criminal. She admits him to church services, to the holy sacrament, gives him alms, and treats him more as a captive than as a convict. And what would become of the criminal, O Lord, if even the Christian society—that is, the Church—were to reject him even as the civil law rejects him and cuts him off? What would become of him if the Church punished him with her excommunication as the direct consequence of the secular law? There could be no more terrible despair, at least for a Russian criminal, for Russian criminals still have faith. Though, who knows, perhaps then a fearful thing would happen, perhaps the despairing heart of the criminal would lose its faith and then what would become of him? But the Church, like a tender, loving mother, holds aloof from active punishment herself, as the sinner is too severely punished already by the civil law, and there must be at least some one to have pity on him. The Church holds aloof, above all, because its judgment is the only one that contains the truth, and therefore cannot practically and morally be united to any other judgment even as a temporary compromise. She can enter into no compact about that. The foreign criminal, they say, rarely repents, for the very doctrines of to‐day confirm him in the idea that his crime is not a crime, but only a reaction against an unjustly oppressive force. Society cuts him off completely by a force that triumphs over him mechanically and (so at least they say of themselves in Europe) accompanies this exclusion with hatred, forgetfulness, and the most profound indifference as to the ultimate fate of the erring brother. In this way, it all takes place without the compassionate intervention of the Church, for in many cases there are no churches there at all, for though ecclesiastics and splendid church buildings remain, the churches themselves have long ago striven to pass from Church into State and to disappear in it completely. So it seems at least in Lutheran countries. As for Rome, it was proclaimed a State instead of a Church a thousand years ago. And so the criminal is no longer conscious of being a member of the Church and sinks into despair. If he returns to society, often it is with such hatred that society itself instinctively cuts him off. You can judge for yourself how it must end. In many cases it would seem to be the same with us, but the difference is that besides the established law courts we have the Church too, which always keeps up relations with the criminal as a dear and still precious son. And besides that, there is still preserved, though only in thought, the judgment of the Church, which though no longer existing in practice is still living as a dream for the future, and is, no doubt, instinctively recognized by the criminal in his soul. What was said here just now is true too, that is, that if the jurisdiction of the Church were introduced in practice in its full force, that is, if the whole of the society were changed into the Church, not only the judgment of the Church would have influence on the reformation of the criminal such as it never has now, but possibly also the crimes themselves would be incredibly diminished. And there can be no doubt that the Church would look upon the criminal and the crime of the future in many cases quite differently and would succeed in restoring the excluded, in restraining those who plan evil, and in regenerating the fallen. It is true, so be it, so be it! Even though at the end of the ages, for it is ordained to come to pass! And there is no need to be troubled about times and seasons, for the secret of the times and seasons is in the wisdom of God, in His foresight, and His love. And what in human reckoning seems still afar off, may by the Divine ordinance be close at hand, on the eve of its appearance. And so be it, so be it! So be it, so be it!", "pos": 148593}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Strange, extremely strange!", "pos": 154196}
{"speaker": "Father Iosif", "text": "What strikes you as so strange?", "pos": 154295}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Why, it’s beyond anything! the State is eliminated and the Church is raised to the position of the State. It’s not simply Ultramontanism, it’s arch‐Ultramontanism! It’s beyond the dreams of Pope Gregory the Seventh!", "pos": 154402}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "You are completely misunderstanding it. Understand, the Church is not to be transformed into the State. That is Rome and its dream. That is the third temptation of the devil. On the contrary, the State is transformed into the Church, will ascend and become a Church over the whole world—which is the complete opposite of Ultramontanism and Rome, and your interpretation, and is only the glorious destiny ordained for the Orthodox Church. This star will arise in the east!", "pos": 154620}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Allow me to tell you one little anecdote, gentlemen. Some years ago, soon after the coup d’état of December, I happened to be calling in Paris on an extremely influential personage in the Government, and I met a very interesting man in his house. This individual was not precisely a detective but was a sort of superintendent of a whole regiment of political detectives—a rather powerful position in its own way. I was prompted by curiosity to seize the opportunity of conversation with him. And as he had not come as a visitor but as a subordinate official bringing a special report, and as he saw the reception given me by his chief, he deigned to speak with some openness, to a certain extent only, of course. He was rather courteous than open, as Frenchmen know how to be courteous, especially to a foreigner. But I thoroughly understood him. The subject was the socialist revolutionaries who were at that time persecuted. I will quote only one most curious remark dropped by this person. ‘We are not particularly afraid,’ said he, ‘of all these socialists, anarchists, infidels, and revolutionists; we keep watch on them and know all their goings on. But there are a few peculiar men among them who believe in God and are Christians, but at the same time are socialists. These are the people we are most afraid of. They are dreadful people! The socialist who is a Christian is more to be dreaded than a socialist who is an atheist.’ The words struck me at the time, and now they have suddenly come back to me here, gentlemen.", "pos": 155644}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "You apply them to us, and look upon us as socialists?", "pos": 157237}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Be so generous as to forgive me for having kept you waiting so long, but Smerdyakov, the valet sent me by my father, in reply to my inquiries, told me twice over that the appointment was for one. Now I suddenly learn—", "pos": 159685}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "No matter. You are a little late. It’s of no consequence....", "pos": 159953}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’m extremely obliged to you, and expected no less from your goodness.", "pos": 160016}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Allow me to withdraw from this discussion. It’s a subtle question, too. Here Ivan Fyodorovitch is smiling at us. He must have something interesting to say about that also. Ask him.", "pos": 161073}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Nothing special, except one little remark. European Liberals in general, and even our liberal dilettanti, often mix up the final results of socialism with those of Christianity. This wild notion is, of course, a characteristic feature. But it’s not only Liberals and dilettanti who mix up socialism and Christianity, but, in many cases, it appears, the police—the foreign police, of course—do the same. Your Paris anecdote is rather to the point, Pyotr Alexandrovitch.", "pos": 161308}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "I ask your permission to drop this subject altogether. I will tell you instead, gentlemen, another interesting and rather characteristic anecdote of Ivan Fyodorovitch himself. Only five days ago, in a gathering here, principally of ladies, he solemnly declared in argument that there was nothing in the whole world to make men love their neighbors. That there was no law of nature that man should love mankind, and that, if there had been any love on earth hitherto, it was not owing to a natural law, but simply because men have believed in immortality. Ivan Fyodorovitch added in parenthesis that the whole natural law lies in that faith, and that if you were to destroy in mankind the belief in immortality, not only love but every living force maintaining the life of the world would at once be dried up. Moreover, nothing then would be immoral, everything would be lawful, even cannibalism. That’s not all. He ended by asserting that for every individual, like ourselves, who does not believe in God or immortality, the moral law of nature must immediately be changed into the exact contrary of the former religious law, and that egoism, even to crime, must become not only lawful but even recognized as the inevitable, the most rational, even honorable outcome of his position. From this paradox, gentlemen, you can judge of the rest of our eccentric and paradoxical friend Ivan Fyodorovitch’s theories.", "pos": 161803}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Excuse me, if I’ve heard aright, crime must not only be permitted but even recognized as the inevitable and the most rational outcome of his position for every infidel! Is that so or not?", "pos": 163234}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Quite so,", "pos": 163449}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’ll remember it.", "pos": 163481}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Is that really your conviction as to the consequences of the disappearance of the faith in immortality?", "pos": 163620}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes. That was my contention. There is no virtue if there is no immortality.", "pos": 163757}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "You are blessed in believing that, or else most unhappy.", "pos": 163835}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why unhappy?", "pos": 163894}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Because, in all probability you don’t believe yourself in the immortality of your soul, nor in what you have written yourself in your article on Church jurisdiction.", "pos": 163929}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Perhaps you are right! ... But I wasn’t altogether joking,", "pos": 164097}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "You were not altogether joking. That’s true. The question is still fretting your heart, and not answered. But the martyr likes sometimes to divert himself with his despair, as it were driven to it by despair itself. Meanwhile, in your despair, you, too, divert yourself with magazine articles, and discussions in society, though you don’t believe your own arguments, and with an aching heart mock at them inwardly.... That question you have not answered, and it is your great grief, for it clamors for an answer.", "pos": 164215}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But can it be answered by me? Answered in the affirmative?", "pos": 164730}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "If it can’t be decided in the affirmative, it will never be decided in the negative. You know that that is the peculiarity of your heart, and all its suffering is due to it. But thank the Creator who has given you a lofty heart capable of such suffering; of thinking and seeking higher things, for our dwelling is in the heavens. God grant that your heart will attain the answer on earth, and may God bless your path.", "pos": 164883}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Most pious and holy elder, that is my son, flesh of my flesh, the dearest of my flesh! He is my most dutiful Karl Moor, so to speak, while this son who has just come in, Dmitri, against whom I am seeking justice from you, is the undutiful Franz Moor—they are both out of Schiller’s Robbers, and so I am the reigning Count von Moor! Judge and save us! We need not only your prayers but your prophecies!", "pos": 165924}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Speak without buffoonery, and don’t begin by insulting the members of your family,", "pos": 166358}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "An unseemly farce which I foresaw when I came here! Forgive it, reverend Father. I am not a cultivated man, and I don’t even know how to address you properly, but you have been deceived and you have been too good‐natured in letting us meet here. All my father wants is a scandal. Why he wants it only he can tell. He always has some motive. But I believe I know why—", "pos": 166571}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "They all blame me, all of them! Pyotr Alexandrovitch here blames me too. You have been blaming me, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, you have! They all accuse me of having hidden the children’s money in my boots, and cheated them, but isn’t there a court of law? There they will reckon out for you, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, from your notes, your letters, and your agreements, how much money you had, how much you have spent, and how much you have left. Why does Pyotr Alexandrovitch refuse to pass judgment? Dmitri is not a stranger to him. Because they are all against me, while Dmitri Fyodorovitch is in debt to me, and not a little, but some thousands of which I have documentary proof. The whole town is echoing with his debaucheries. And where he was stationed before, he several times spent a thousand or two for the seduction of some respectable girl; we know all about that, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, in its most secret details. I’ll prove it.... Would you believe it, holy Father, he has captivated the heart of the most honorable of young ladies of good family and fortune, daughter of a gallant colonel, formerly his superior officer, who had received many honors and had the Anna Order on his breast. He compromised the girl by his promise of marriage, now she is an orphan and here; she is betrothed to him, yet before her very eyes he is dancing attendance on a certain enchantress. And although this enchantress has lived in, so to speak, civil marriage with a respectable man, yet she is of an independent character, an unapproachable fortress for everybody, just like a legal wife—for she is virtuous, yes, holy Fathers, she is virtuous. Dmitri Fyodorovitch wants to open this fortress with a golden key, and that’s why he is insolent to me now, trying to get money from me, though he has wasted thousands on this enchantress already. He’s continually borrowing money for the purpose. From whom do you think? Shall I say, Mitya?", "pos": 167019}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Be silent! wait till I’m gone. Don’t dare in my presence to asperse the good name of an honorable girl! That you should utter a word about her is an outrage, and I won’t permit it!", "pos": 169075}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Mitya! Mitya! And is your father’s blessing nothing to you? If I curse you, what then?", "pos": 169293}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Shameless hypocrite!", "pos": 169444}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "He says that to his father! his father! What would he be with others? Gentlemen, only fancy; there’s a poor but honorable man living here, burdened with a numerous family, a captain who got into trouble and was discharged from the army, but not publicly, not by court‐martial, with no slur on his honor. And three weeks ago, Dmitri seized him by the beard in a tavern, dragged him out into the street and beat him publicly, and all because he is an agent in a little business of mine.", "pos": 169495}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s all a lie! Outwardly it’s the truth, but inwardly a lie! Father, I don’t justify my action. Yes, I confess it publicly, I behaved like a brute to that captain, and I regret it now, and I’m disgusted with myself for my brutal rage. But this captain, this agent of yours, went to that lady whom you call an enchantress, and suggested to her from you, that she should take I.O.U.’s of mine which were in your possession, and should sue me for the money so as to get me into prison by means of them, if I persisted in claiming an account from you of my property. Now you reproach me for having a weakness for that lady when you yourself incited her to captivate me! She told me so to my face.... She told me the story and laughed at you.... You wanted to put me in prison because you are jealous of me with her, because you’d begun to force your attentions upon her; and I know all about that, too; she laughed at you for that as well—you hear—she laughed at you as she described it. So here you have this man, this father who reproaches his profligate son! Gentlemen, forgive my anger, but I foresaw that this crafty old man would only bring you together to create a scandal. I had come to forgive him if he held out his hand; to forgive him, and ask forgiveness! But as he has just this minute insulted not only me, but an honorable young lady, for whom I feel such reverence that I dare not take her name in vain, I have made up my mind to show up his game, though he is my father....", "pos": 169982}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "We are all to blame for this scandalous scene. But I did not foresee it when I came, though I knew with whom I had to deal. This must be stopped at once! Believe me, your reverence, I had no precise knowledge of the details that have just come to light, I was unwilling to believe them, and I learn for the first time.... A father is jealous of his son’s relations with a woman of loose behavior and intrigues with the creature to get his son into prison! This is the company in which I have been forced to be present! I was deceived. I declare to you all that I was as much deceived as any one.", "pos": 172209}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Dmitri Fyodorovitch, if you were not my son I would challenge you this instant to a duel ... with pistols, at three paces ... across a handkerchief,", "pos": 172824}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I thought ... I thought, that I was coming to my native place with the angel of my heart, my betrothed, to cherish his old age, and I find nothing but a depraved profligate, a despicable clown!", "pos": 173510}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "A duel! And you, Pyotr Alexandrovitch Miüsov, let me tell you that there has never been in all your family a loftier, and more honest—you hear—more honest woman than this ‘creature,’ as you have dared to call her! And you, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, have abandoned your betrothed for that ‘creature,’ so you must yourself have thought that your betrothed couldn’t hold a candle to her. That’s the woman called a ‘creature’!", "pos": 173762}
{"speaker": "Father Iosif", "text": "Shameful!", "pos": 174258}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Shameful and disgraceful!", "pos": 174295}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why is such a man alive? Tell me, can he be allowed to go on defiling the earth?", "pos": 174437}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Listen, listen, monks, to the parricide! That’s the answer to your ‘shameful!’ What is shameful? That ‘creature,’ that ‘woman of loose behavior’ is perhaps holier than you are yourselves, you monks who are seeking salvation! She fell perhaps in her youth, ruined by her environment. But she loved much, and Christ himself forgave the woman ‘who loved much.’", "pos": 174732}
{"speaker": "Father Iosif", "text": "It was not for such love Christ forgave her,", "pos": 175148}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Yes, it was for such, monks, it was! You save your souls here, eating cabbage, and think you are the righteous. You eat a gudgeon a day, and you think you bribe God with gudgeon.", "pos": 175243}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "This is unendurable!", "pos": 175424}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Good‐by! Forgive me, all of you!", "pos": 176084}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, God!", "pos": 176270}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "What did it mean, falling at his feet like that? Was it symbolic or what?", "pos": 176490}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "I can’t answer for a madhouse and for madmen, but I will spare myself your company, Fyodor Pavlovitch, and, trust me, for ever. Where’s that monk? Reverend Father, kindly do me a favor. Convey my deepest respect to the Father Superior, apologize for me, personally, Miüsov, to his reverence, telling him that I deeply regret that owing to unforeseen circumstances I am unable to have the honor of being present at his table, greatly as I should desire to do so,", "pos": 176768}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "And that unforeseen circumstance, of course, is myself. Do you hear, Father; this gentleman doesn’t want to remain in my company or else he’d come at once. And you shall go, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, pray go to the Father Superior and good appetite to you. I will decline, and not you. Home, home, I’ll eat at home, I don’t feel equal to it here, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, my amiable relative.", "pos": 177540}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "I am not your relative and never have been, you contemptible man!", "pos": 177968}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "I said it on purpose to madden you, because you always disclaim the relationship, though you really are a relation in spite of your shuffling. I’ll prove it by the church calendar. As for you, Ivan, stay if you like. I’ll send the horses for you later. Propriety requires you to go to the Father Superior, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, to apologize for the disturbance we’ve been making.... Is it true that you are going home? Aren’t you lying? Pyotr Alexandrovitch! How could I dare after what’s happened! Forgive me, gentlemen, I was carried away! And upset besides! And, indeed, I am ashamed. Gentlemen, one man has the heart of Alexander of Macedon and another the heart of the little dog Fido. Mine is that of the little dog Fido. I am ashamed! After such an escapade how can I go to dinner, to gobble up the monastery’s sauces? I am ashamed, I can’t. You must excuse me!", "pos": 178036}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "The devil only knows, what if he deceives us? Well, are you coming to the Superior?", "pos": 178911}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why not? I was especially invited yesterday.", "pos": 179205}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Unfortunately I feel myself compelled to go to this confounded dinner. We ought, at least, to apologize for the disturbance, and explain that it was not our doing. What do you think?", "pos": 179252}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, we must explain that it wasn’t our doing. Besides, father won’t be there,", "pos": 179531}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Well, I should hope not! Confound this dinner!", "pos": 179627}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Go, my dear boy, go. Porfiry is enough for me. Make haste, you are needed there, go and wait at the Father Superior’s table.", "pos": 180565}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let me stay here,", "pos": 180692}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "You are more needed there. There is no peace there. You will wait, and be of service. If evil spirits rise up, repeat a prayer. And remember, my son this is not the place for you in the future. When it is God’s will to call me, leave the monastery. Go away for good. This is not your place for the time. I bless you for great service in the world. Yours will be a long pilgrimage. And you will have to take a wife, too. You will have to bear all before you come back. There will be much to do. But I don’t doubt of you, and so I send you forth. Christ is with you. Do not abandon Him and He will not abandon you. You will see great sorrow, and in that sorrow you will be happy. This is my last message to you: in sorrow seek happiness. Work, work unceasingly. Remember my words, for although I shall talk with you again, not only my days but my hours are numbered. What is it again? The worldly may follow the dead with tears, but here we rejoice over the father who is departing. We rejoice and pray for him. Leave me, I must pray. Go, and make haste. Be near your brothers. And not near one only, but near both.", "pos": 180731}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Are you waiting for me? Yes. You are hurrying to the Father Superior, I know; he has a banquet. There’s not been such a banquet since the Superior entertained the Bishop and General Pahatov, do you remember? I shan’t be there, but you go and hand the sauces. Tell me one thing, Alexey, what does that vision mean? That’s what I want to ask you.", "pos": 183459}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What vision?", "pos": 183858}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "That bowing to your brother, Dmitri. And didn’t he tap the ground with his forehead, too!", "pos": 183873}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You speak of Father Zossima?", "pos": 183965}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Yes, of Father Zossima. Tapped the ground? Ah, an irreverent expression! Well, what of it? Anyway, what does that vision mean?", "pos": 183996}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t know what it means, Misha.", "pos": 184129}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "I knew he wouldn’t explain it to you! There’s nothing wonderful about it, of course, only the usual holy mummery. But there was an object in the performance. All the pious people in the town will talk about it and spread the story through the province, wondering what it meant. To my thinking the old man really has a keen nose; he sniffed a crime. Your house stinks of it.", "pos": 184166}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What crime?", "pos": 184542}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "It’ll be in your family, this crime. Between your brothers and your rich old father. So Father Zossima flopped down to be ready for what may turn up. If something happens later on, it’ll be: ‘Ah, the holy man foresaw it, prophesied it!’ though it’s a poor sort of prophecy, flopping like that. ‘Ah, but it was symbolic,’ they’ll say, ‘an allegory,’ and the devil knows what all! It’ll be remembered to his glory: ‘He predicted the crime and marked the criminal!’ That’s always the way with these crazy fanatics; they cross themselves at the tavern and throw stones at the temple. Like your elder, he takes a stick to a just man and falls at the feet of a murderer.", "pos": 184614}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What crime? What murderer? What do you mean?", "pos": 185281}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "What murderer? As though you didn’t know! I’ll bet you’ve thought of it before. That’s interesting, too, by the way. Listen, Alyosha, you always speak the truth, though you’re always between two stools. Have you thought of it or not? Answer.", "pos": 185372}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I have. I ... I’ve not exactly thought it, but directly you began speaking so strangely, I fancied I had thought of it myself.", "pos": 185616}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "You see? (And how well you expressed it!) Looking at your father and your brother Mitya to‐day you thought of a crime. Then I’m not mistaken?", "pos": 185865}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But wait, wait a minute. What has led you to see all this? Why does it interest you? That’s the first question.", "pos": 186009}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Two questions, disconnected, but natural. I’ll deal with them separately. What led me to see it? I shouldn’t have seen it, if I hadn’t suddenly understood your brother Dmitri, seen right into the very heart of him all at once. I caught the whole man from one trait. These very honest but passionate people have a line which mustn’t be crossed. If it were, he’d run at your father with a knife. But your father’s a drunken and abandoned old sinner, who can never draw the line—if they both let themselves go, they’ll both come to grief.", "pos": 186152}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, Misha, no. If that’s all, you’ve reassured me. It won’t come to that.", "pos": 186690}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "But why are you trembling? Let me tell you; he may be honest, our Mitya (he is stupid, but honest), but he’s—a sensualist. That’s the very definition and inner essence of him. It’s your father has handed him on his low sensuality. Do you know, I simply wonder at you, Alyosha, how you can have kept your purity. You’re a Karamazov too, you know! In your family sensuality is carried to a disease. But now, these three sensualists are watching one another, with their knives in their belts. The three of them are knocking their heads together, and you may be the fourth.", "pos": 186766}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You are mistaken about that woman. Dmitri—despises her,", "pos": 187338}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Grushenka? No, brother, he doesn’t despise her. Since he has openly abandoned his betrothed for her, he doesn’t despise her. There’s something here, my dear boy, that you don’t understand yet. A man will fall in love with some beauty, with a woman’s body, or even with a part of a woman’s body (a sensualist can understand that), and he’ll abandon his own children for her, sell his father and mother, and his country, Russia, too. If he’s honest, he’ll steal; if he’s humane, he’ll murder; if he’s faithful, he’ll deceive. Pushkin, the poet of women’s feet, sung of their feet in his verse. Others don’t sing their praises, but they can’t look at their feet without a thrill—and it’s not only their feet. Contempt’s no help here, brother, even if he did despise Grushenka. He does, but he can’t tear himself away.", "pos": 187434}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I understand that,", "pos": 188251}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Really? Well, I dare say you do understand, since you blurt it out at the first word. That escaped you unawares, and the confession’s the more precious. So it’s a familiar subject; you’ve thought about it already, about sensuality, I mean! Oh, you virgin soul! You’re a quiet one, Alyosha, you’re a saint, I know, but the devil only knows what you’ve thought about, and what you know already! You are pure, but you’ve been down into the depths.... I’ve been watching you a long time. You’re a Karamazov yourself; you’re a thorough Karamazov—no doubt birth and selection have something to answer for. You’re a sensualist from your father, a crazy saint from your mother. Why do you tremble? Is it true, then? Do you know, Grushenka has been begging me to bring you along. ‘I’ll pull off his cassock,’ she says. You can’t think how she keeps begging me to bring you. I wondered why she took such an interest in you. Do you know, she’s an extraordinary woman, too!", "pos": 188301}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Thank her and say I’m not coming. Finish what you were saying, Misha. I’ll tell you my idea after.", "pos": 189294}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "There’s nothing to finish. It’s all clear. It’s the same old tune, brother. If even you are a sensualist at heart, what of your brother, Ivan? He’s a Karamazov, too. What is at the root of all you Karamazovs is that you’re all sensual, grasping and crazy! Your brother Ivan writes theological articles in joke, for some idiotic, unknown motive of his own, though he’s an atheist, and he admits it’s a fraud himself—that’s your brother Ivan. He’s trying to get Mitya’s betrothed for himself, and I fancy he’ll succeed, too. And what’s more, it’s with Mitya’s consent. For Mitya will surrender his betrothed to him to be rid of her, and escape to Grushenka. And he’s ready to do that in spite of all his nobility and disinterestedness. Observe that. Those are the most fatal people! Who the devil can make you out? He recognizes his vileness and goes on with it! Let me tell you, too, the old man, your father, is standing in Mitya’s way now. He has suddenly gone crazy over Grushenka. His mouth waters at the sight of her. It’s simply on her account he made that scene in the cell just now, simply because Miüsov called her an ‘abandoned creature.’ He’s worse than a tom‐cat in love. At first she was only employed by him in connection with his taverns and in some other shady business, but now he has suddenly realized all she is and has gone wild about her. He keeps pestering her with his offers, not honorable ones, of course. And they’ll come into collision, the precious father and son, on that path! But Grushenka favors neither of them, she’s still playing with them, and teasing them both, considering which she can get most out of. For though she could filch a lot of money from the papa he wouldn’t marry her, and maybe he’ll turn stingy in the end, and keep his purse shut. That’s where Mitya’s value comes in; he has no money, but he’s ready to marry her. Yes, ready to marry her! to abandon his betrothed, a rare beauty, Katerina Ivanovna, who’s rich, and the daughter of a colonel, and to marry Grushenka, who has been the mistress of a dissolute old merchant, Samsonov, a coarse, uneducated, provincial mayor. Some murderous conflict may well come to pass from all this, and that’s what your brother Ivan is waiting for. It would suit him down to the ground. He’ll carry off Katerina Ivanovna, for whom he is languishing, and pocket her dowry of sixty thousand. That’s very alluring to start with, for a man of no consequence and a beggar. And, take note, he won’t be wronging Mitya, but doing him the greatest service. For I know as a fact that Mitya only last week, when he was with some gypsy girls drunk in a tavern, cried out aloud that he was unworthy of his betrothed, Katya, but that his brother Ivan, he was the man who deserved her. And Katerina Ivanovna will not in the end refuse such a fascinating man as Ivan. She’s hesitating between the two of them already. And how has that Ivan won you all, so that you all worship him? He is laughing at you, and enjoying himself at your expense.", "pos": 189434}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "How do you know? How can you speak so confidently?", "pos": 192450}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Why do you ask, and are frightened at my answer? It shows that you know I’m speaking the truth.", "pos": 192536}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You don’t like Ivan. Ivan wouldn’t be tempted by money.", "pos": 192634}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Really? And the beauty of Katerina Ivanovna? It’s not only the money, though a fortune of sixty thousand is an attraction.", "pos": 192692}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ivan is above that. He wouldn’t make up to any one for thousands. It is not money, it’s not comfort Ivan is seeking. Perhaps it’s suffering he is seeking.", "pos": 192817}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "What wild dream now? Oh, you—aristocrats!", "pos": 192974}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, Misha, he has a stormy spirit. His mind is in bondage. He is haunted by a great, unsolved doubt. He is one of those who don’t want millions, but an answer to their questions.", "pos": 193018}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "That’s plagiarism, Alyosha. You’re quoting your elder’s phrases. Ah, Ivan has set you a problem! And the problem’s a stupid one. It is no good guessing it. Rack your brains—you’ll understand it. His article is absurd and ridiculous. And did you hear his stupid theory just now: if there’s no immortality of the soul, then there’s no virtue, and everything is lawful. (And by the way, do you remember how your brother Mitya cried out: ‘I will remember!’) An attractive theory for scoundrels!—(I’m being abusive, that’s stupid.) Not for scoundrels, but for pedantic poseurs, ‘haunted by profound, unsolved doubts.’ He’s showing off, and what it all comes to is, ‘on the one hand we cannot but admit’ and ‘on the other it must be confessed!’ His whole theory is a fraud! Humanity will find in itself the power to live for virtue even without believing in immortality. It will find it in love for freedom, for equality, for fraternity. Well, that’s enough. Why are you laughing? Do you think I’m a vulgar fool?", "pos": 193199}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I never dreamed of thinking you a vulgar fool. You are clever but ... never mind, I was silly to smile. I understand your getting hot about it, Misha. I guess from your warmth that you are not indifferent to Katerina Ivanovna yourself; I’ve suspected that for a long time, brother, that’s why you don’t like my brother Ivan. Are you jealous of him?", "pos": 194454}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "And jealous of her money, too? Won’t you add that?", "pos": 194809}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ll say nothing about money. I am not going to insult you.", "pos": 194862}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "I believe it, since you say so, but confound you, and your brother Ivan with you. Don’t you understand that one might very well dislike him, apart from Katerina Ivanovna. And why the devil should I like him? He condescends to abuse me, you know. Why haven’t I a right to abuse him?", "pos": 194924}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I never heard of his saying anything about you, good or bad. He doesn’t speak of you at all.", "pos": 195208}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "But I heard that the day before yesterday at Katerina Ivanovna’s he was abusing me for all he was worth—you see what an interest he takes in your humble servant. And which is the jealous one after that, brother, I can’t say. He was so good as to express the opinion that, if I don’t go in for the career of an archimandrite in the immediate future and don’t become a monk, I shall be sure to go to Petersburg and get on to some solid magazine as a reviewer, that I shall write for the next ten years, and in the end become the owner of the magazine, and bring it out on the liberal and atheistic side, with a socialistic tinge, with a tiny gloss of socialism, but keeping a sharp look out all the time, that is, keeping in with both sides and hoodwinking the fools. According to your brother’s account, the tinge of socialism won’t hinder me from laying by the proceeds and investing them under the guidance of some Jew, till at the end of my career I build a great house in Petersburg and move my publishing offices to it, and let out the upper stories to lodgers. He has even chosen the place for it, near the new stone bridge across the Neva, which they say is to be built in Petersburg.", "pos": 195303}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, Misha, that’s just what will really happen, every word of it,", "pos": 196496}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "You are pleased to be sarcastic, too, Alexey Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 196620}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, no, I’m joking, forgive me. I’ve something quite different in my mind. But, excuse me, who can have told you all this? You can’t have been at Katerina Ivanovna’s yourself when he was talking about you?", "pos": 196681}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "I wasn’t there, but Dmitri Fyodorovitch was; and I heard him tell it with my own ears; if you want to know, he didn’t tell me, but I overheard him, unintentionally, of course, for I was sitting in Grushenka’s bedroom and I couldn’t go away because Dmitri Fyodorovitch was in the next room.", "pos": 196888}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, yes, I’d forgotten she was a relation of yours.", "pos": 197180}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "A relation! That Grushenka a relation of mine! Are you mad? You’re out of your mind!", "pos": 197234}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why, isn’t she a relation of yours? I heard so.", "pos": 197355}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Where can you have heard it? You Karamazovs brag of being an ancient, noble family, though your father used to run about playing the buffoon at other men’s tables, and was only admitted to the kitchen as a favor. I may be only a priest’s son, and dirt in the eyes of noblemen like you, but don’t insult me so lightly and wantonly. I have a sense of honor, too, Alexey Fyodorovitch, I couldn’t be a relation of Grushenka, a common harlot. I beg you to understand that!", "pos": 197405}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Forgive me, for goodness’ sake, I had no idea ... besides ... how can you call her a harlot? Is she ... that sort of woman?", "pos": 197908}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I tell you again, I heard that she was a relation of yours. You often go to see her, and you told me yourself you’re not her lover. I never dreamed that you of all people had such contempt for her! Does she really deserve it?", "pos": 198060}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "I may have reasons of my own for visiting her. That’s not your business. But as for relationship, your brother, or even your father, is more likely to make her yours than mine. Well, here we are. You’d better go to the kitchen. Hullo! what’s wrong, what is it? Are we late? They can’t have finished dinner so soon! Have the Karamazovs been making trouble again? No doubt they have. Here’s your father and your brother Ivan after him. They’ve broken out from the Father Superior’s. And look, Father Isidor’s shouting out something after them from the steps. And your father’s shouting and waving his arms. I expect he’s swearing. Bah, and there goes Miüsov driving away in his carriage. You see, he’s going. And there’s old Maximov running!—there must have been a row. There can’t have been any dinner. Surely they’ve not been beating the Father Superior! Or have they, perhaps, been beaten? It would serve them right!", "pos": 198288}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "We must apologize most humbly, your reverence. Pardon us for having come alone without the gentleman you invited, Fyodor Pavlovitch. He felt obliged to decline the honor of your hospitality, and not without reason. In the reverend Father Zossima’s cell he was carried away by the unhappy dissension with his son, and let fall words which were quite out of keeping ... in fact, quite unseemly ... as your reverence is, no doubt, already aware. And therefore, recognizing that he had been to blame, he felt sincere regret and shame, and begged me, and his son Ivan Fyodorovitch, to convey to you his apologies and regrets. In brief, he hopes and desires to make amends later. He asks your blessing, and begs you to forget what has taken place.", "pos": 203198}
{"speaker": "Father Superior", "text": "I sincerely deplore his absence. Perhaps at our table he might have learnt to like us, and we him. Pray be seated, gentlemen.", "pos": 204339}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "They thought I had gone, and here I am again,", "pos": 206926}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "No! this I cannot endure! I absolutely cannot! and ... I certainly cannot!", "pos": 207331}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "What is it he cannot? that he absolutely cannot and certainly cannot? Your reverence, am I to come in or not? Will you receive me as your guest?", "pos": 207535}
{"speaker": "Father Superior", "text": "You are welcome with all my heart. Gentlemen! I venture to beg you most earnestly to lay aside your dissensions, and to be united in love and family harmony—with prayer to the Lord at our humble table.", "pos": 207709}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Well, if it is impossible for Pyotr Alexandrovitch, it is impossible for me, and I won’t stop. That is why I came. I will keep with Pyotr Alexandrovitch everywhere now. If you will go away, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, I will go away too, if you remain, I will remain. You stung him by what you said about family harmony, Father Superior, he does not admit he is my relation. That’s right, isn’t it, von Sohn? Here’s von Sohn. How are you, von Sohn?", "pos": 208008}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Do you mean me?", "pos": 208453}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Of course I mean you. Who else? The Father Superior could not be von Sohn.", "pos": 208498}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "But I am not von Sohn either. I am Maximov.", "pos": 208602}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "No, you are von Sohn. Your reverence, do you know who von Sohn was? It was a famous murder case. He was killed in a house of harlotry—I believe that is what such places are called among you—he was killed and robbed, and in spite of his venerable age, he was nailed up in a box and sent from Petersburg to Moscow in the luggage van, and while they were nailing him up, the harlots sang songs and played the harp, that is to say, the piano. So this is that very von Sohn. He has risen from the dead, hasn’t he, von Sohn?", "pos": 208648}
{"speaker": "Miüsov", "text": "Let us go,", "pos": 209244}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "No, excuse me. Allow me to finish. There in the cell you blamed me for behaving disrespectfully just because I spoke of eating gudgeon, Pyotr Alexandrovitch. Miüsov, my relation, prefers to have plus de noblesse que de sincérité in his words, but I prefer in mine plus de sincérité que de noblesse, and—damn the noblesse! That’s right, isn’t it, von Sohn? Allow me, Father Superior, though I am a buffoon and play the buffoon, yet I am the soul of honor, and I want to speak my mind. Yes, I am the soul of honor, while in Pyotr Alexandrovitch there is wounded vanity and nothing else. I came here perhaps to have a look and speak my mind. My son, Alexey, is here, being saved. I am his father; I care for his welfare, and it is my duty to care. While I’ve been playing the fool, I have been listening and having a look on the sly; and now I want to give you the last act of the performance. You know how things are with us? As a thing falls, so it lies. As a thing once has fallen, so it must lie for ever. Not a bit of it! I want to get up again. Holy Father, I am indignant with you. Confession is a great sacrament, before which I am ready to bow down reverently; but there in the cell, they all kneel down and confess aloud. Can it be right to confess aloud? It was ordained by the holy Fathers to confess in secret: then only your confession will be a mystery, and so it was of old. But how can I explain to him before every one that I did this and that ... well, you understand what—sometimes it would not be proper to talk about it—so it is really a scandal! No, Fathers, one might be carried along with you to the Flagellants, I dare say ... at the first opportunity I shall write to the Synod, and I shall take my son, Alexey, home.", "pos": 209292}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Alexandrovitch", "text": "How disgraceful!", "pos": 212442}
{"speaker": "Father Superior", "text": "Pardon me! It was said of old, ‘Many have begun to speak against me and have uttered evil sayings about me. And hearing it I have said to myself: it is the correction of the Lord and He has sent it to heal my vain soul.’ And so we humbly thank you, honored guest!", "pos": 212489}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Tut—tut—tut—sanctimoniousness and stock phrases! Old phrases and old gestures. The old lies and formal prostrations. We know all about them. A kiss on the lips and a dagger in the heart, as in Schiller’s Robbers. I don’t like falsehood, Fathers, I want the truth. But the truth is not to be found in eating gudgeon and that I proclaim aloud! Father monks, why do you fast? Why do you expect reward in heaven for that? Why, for reward like that I will come and fast too! No, saintly monk, you try being virtuous in the world, do good to society, without shutting yourself up in a monastery at other people’s expense, and without expecting a reward up aloft for it—you’ll find that a bit harder. I can talk sense, too, Father Superior. What have they got here? Old port wine, mead brewed by the Eliseyev Brothers. Fie, fie, fathers! That is something beyond gudgeon. Look at the bottles the fathers have brought out, he he he! And who has provided it all? The Russian peasant, the laborer, brings here the farthing earned by his horny hand, wringing it from his family and the tax-gatherer! You bleed the people, you know, holy fathers.", "pos": 212824}
{"speaker": "Father Iosif", "text": "This is too disgraceful!", "pos": 213988}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Well, Father, I will follow Pyotr Alexandrovitch! I am not coming to see you again. You may beg me on your knees, I shan’t come. I sent you a thousand roubles, so you have begun to keep your eye on me. He he he! No, I’ll say no more. I am taking my revenge for my youth, for all the humiliation I endured. This monastery has played a great part in my life! It has cost me many bitter tears. You used to set my wife, the crazy one, against me. You cursed me with bell and book, you spread stories about me all over the place. Enough, fathers! This is the age of Liberalism, the age of steamers and railways. Neither a thousand, nor a hundred roubles, no, nor a hundred farthings will you get out of me!", "pos": 214126}
{"speaker": "Father Superior", "text": "It is written again, ‘Bear circumspectly and gladly dishonor that cometh upon thee by no act of thine own, be not confounded and hate not him who hath dishonored thee.’ And so will we.", "pos": 215340}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Tut, tut, tut! Bethinking thyself and the rest of the rigmarole. Bethink yourselves, Fathers, I will go. But I will take my son, Alexey, away from here for ever, on my parental authority. Ivan Fyodorovitch, my most dutiful son, permit me to order you to follow me. Von Sohn, what have you to stay for? Come and see me now in the town. It is fun there. It is only one short verst; instead of lenten oil, I will give you sucking‐pig and kasha. We will have dinner with some brandy and liqueur to it.... I’ve cloudberry wine. Hey, von Sohn, don’t lose your chance. Alexey! You come home to me to‐day, for good, and bring your pillow and mattress, and leave no trace behind.", "pos": 215527}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "I am going with you! Take me, too.", "pos": 217016}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "There! Did I not say he was von Sohn. It is von Sohn himself, risen from the dead. Why, how did you tear yourself away? What did you vonsohn there? And how could you get away from the dinner? You must be a brazen‐faced fellow! I am that myself, but I am surprised at you, brother! Jump in, jump in! Let him pass, Ivan. It will be fun. He can lie somewhere at our feet. Will you lie at our feet, von Sohn? Or perch on the box with the coachman. Skip on to the box, von Sohn!", "pos": 217146}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Drive on!", "pos": 217820}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Why, what are you doing, what are you about? Why did you do that? Well, you are a fellow. Why, it was you got up all this monastery business. You urged it, you approved of it. Why are you angry now?", "pos": 217870}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You’ve talked rot enough. You might rest a bit now,", "pos": 218254}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "A drop of brandy would be nice now. You shall have some, too, when we get home. But I shall take Alyosha away from the monastery, though you will dislike it so much, most honored Karl von Moor.", "pos": 218383}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "One doesn’t feel so solitary when one’s left alone in the evening,", "pos": 219300}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "the woman’s talking nonsense, for every woman is dishonest, that was now their duty. Do you understand what duty is?", "pos": 220704}
{"speaker": "Marfa", "text": "I understand what duty means, Grigory Vassilyevitch, but why it’s our duty to stay here I never shall understand. Grigory Vassilyevitch, but why it’s our duty to stay here I never shall understand,", "pos": 220931}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Well, don’t understand then. But so it shall be. And you hold your tongue.", "pos": 221070}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "in some of the affairs of life,", "pos": 221472}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "My soul’s simply quaking in my throat at those times,", "pos": 222555}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "pierced his heart living with him, seeing everything and blaming nothing. a complete absence of contempt for him and an invariable kindness, a perfectly natural unaffected devotion to the old man who deserved it so little. evil", "pos": 223898}
{"speaker": "Village girls and women", "text": "In the Green Meadows,", "pos": 226191}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "ought not to be christened at all.", "pos": 227862}
{"speaker": "the priest", "text": "Why not?", "pos": 228005}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Because it’s a dragon,", "pos": 228061}
{"speaker": "the priest", "text": "A dragon? What dragon?", "pos": 228104}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "It’s a confusion of nature,", "pos": 228166}
{"speaker": "Marfa", "text": "religion,", "pos": 229083}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "stamp it might be a woman.", "pos": 230061}
{"speaker": "Marfa", "text": "I heard a child crying, and that it was her own baby crying and calling for her,", "pos": 230796}
{"speaker": "pious old women", "text": "not five foot within a wee bit,", "pos": 231645}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "It’s the wench’s own fault,", "pos": 238132}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "A child of God—an orphan is akin to all, and to us above others. Our little lost one has sent us this, who has come from the devil’s son and a holy innocent. Nurse him and weep no more.", "pos": 239607}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s a good thing you looked up. I was nearly shouting to you. Climb in here quickly! How splendid that you’ve come! I was just thinking of you! Well done! Now come along,", "pos": 246144}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Where? There’s no one here. Why do you whisper?", "pos": 246643}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why do I whisper? Deuce take it! You see what silly tricks nature plays one. I am here in secret, and on the watch. I’ll explain later on, but, knowing it’s a secret, I began whispering like a fool, when there’s no need. Let us go. Over there. Till then be quiet. I want to kiss you. Glory to God in the world, Glory to God in me ... I was just repeating that, sitting here, before you came.", "pos": 246888}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s brandy. I see your look: ‘He’s drinking again!’ Distrust the apparition. Distrust the worthless, lying crowd, And lay aside thy doubts. I’m not drinking, I’m only ‘indulging,’ as that pig, your Rakitin, says. He’ll be a civil councilor one day, but he’ll always talk about ‘indulging.’ Sit down. I could take you in my arms, Alyosha, and press you to my bosom till I crush you, for in the whole world—in reality—in re‐al‐ i‐ty—(can you take it in?) I love no one but you! No one but you and one ‘jade’ I have fallen in love with, to my ruin. But being in love doesn’t mean loving. You may be in love with a woman and yet hate her. Remember that! I can talk about it gayly still. Sit down here by the table and I’ll sit beside you and look at you, and go on talking. You shall keep quiet and I’ll go on talking, for the time has come. But on reflection, you know, I’d better speak quietly, for here—here—you can never tell what ears are listening. I will explain everything; as they say, ‘the story will be continued.’ Why have I been longing for you? Why have I been thirsting for you all these days, and just now? (It’s five days since I’ve cast anchor here.) Because it’s only to you I can tell everything; because I must, because I need you, because to‐morrow I shall fly from the clouds, because to‐morrow life is ending and beginning. Have you ever felt, have you ever dreamt of falling down a precipice into a pit? That’s just how I’m falling, but not in a dream. And I’m not afraid, and don’t you be afraid. At least, I am afraid, but I enjoy it. It’s not enjoyment though, but ecstasy. Damn it all, whatever it is! A strong spirit, a weak spirit, a womanish spirit—whatever it is! Let us praise nature: you see what sunshine, how clear the sky is, the leaves are all green, it’s still summer; four o’clock in the afternoon and the stillness! Where were you going?", "pos": 248719}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I was going to father’s, but I meant to go to Katerina Ivanovna’s first.", "pos": 250669}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "To her, and to father! Oo! what a coincidence! Why was I waiting for you? Hungering and thirsting for you in every cranny of my soul and even in my ribs? Why, to send you to father and to her, Katerina Ivanovna, so as to have done with her and with father. To send an angel. I might have sent any one, but I wanted to send an angel. And here you are on your way to see father and her.", "pos": 250744}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Did you really mean to send me?", "pos": 251131}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Stay! You knew it! And I see you understand it all at once. But be quiet, be quiet for a time. Don’t be sorry, and don’t cry. She’s asked you, written to you a letter or something, that’s why you’re going to her? You wouldn’t be going except for that?", "pos": 251209}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Here is her note.", "pos": 251536}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And you were going the back‐way! Oh, gods, I thank you for sending him by the back‐way, and he came to me like the golden fish to the silly old fishermen in the fable! Listen, Alyosha, listen, brother! Now I mean to tell you everything, for I must tell some one. An angel in heaven I’ve told already; but I want to tell an angel on earth. You are an angel on earth. You will hear and judge and forgive. And that’s what I need, that some one above me should forgive. Listen! If two people break away from everything on earth and fly off into the unknown, or at least one of them, and before flying off or going to ruin he comes to some one else and says, ‘Do this for me’—some favor never asked before that could only be asked on one’s deathbed—would that other refuse, if he were a friend or a brother?", "pos": 251624}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I will do it, but tell me what it is, and make haste,", "pos": 252429}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Make haste! H’m!... Don’t be in a hurry, Alyosha, you hurry and worry yourself. There’s no need to hurry now. Now the world has taken a new turning. Ah, Alyosha, what a pity you can’t understand ecstasy. But what am I saying to him? As though you didn’t understand it. What an ass I am! What am I saying? ‘Be noble, O man!’—who says that? Alyosha, you’re the only one who won’t laugh. I should like to begin—my confession—with Schiller’s Hymn to Joy, An die Freude! I don’t know German, I only know it’s called that. Don’t think I’m talking nonsense because I’m drunk. I’m not a bit drunk. Brandy’s all very well, but I need two bottles to make me drunk: Silenus with his rosy phiz Upon his stumbling ass. But I’ve not drunk a quarter of a bottle, and I’m not Silenus. I’m not Silenus, though I am strong, for I’ve made a decision once for all. Forgive me the pun; you’ll have to forgive me a lot more than puns to‐day. Don’t be uneasy. I’m not spinning it out. I’m talking sense, and I’ll come to the point in a minute. I won’t keep you in suspense. Stay, how does it go? Wild and fearful in his cavern Hid the naked troglodyte, And the homeless nomad wandered Laying waste the fertile plain. Menacing with spear and arrow In the woods the hunter strayed.... Woe to all poor wretches stranded On those cruel and hostile shores! From the peak of high Olympus Came the mother Ceres down, Seeking in those savage regions Her lost daughter Proserpine. But the Goddess found no refuge, Found no kindly welcome there, And no temple bearing witness To the worship of the gods. From the fields and from the vineyards Came no fruits to deck the feasts, Only flesh of bloodstained victims Smoldered on the altar‐fires, And where’er the grieving goddess Turns her melancholy gaze, Sunk in vilest degradation Man his loathomeness displays. My dear, my dear, in degradation, in degradation now, too. There’s a terrible amount of suffering for man on earth, a terrible lot of trouble. Don’t think I’m only a brute in an officer’s uniform, wallowing in dirt and drink. I hardly think of anything but of that degraded man—if only I’m not lying. I pray God I’m not lying and showing off. I think about that man because I am that man myself. Would he purge his soul from vileness And attain to light and worth, He must turn and cling for ever To his ancient Mother Earth. But the difficulty is how am I to cling for ever to Mother Earth. I don’t kiss her. I don’t cleave to her bosom. Am I to become a peasant or a shepherd? I go on and I don’t know whether I’m going to shame or to light and joy. That’s the trouble, for everything in the world is a riddle! And whenever I’ve happened to sink into the vilest degradation (and it’s always been happening) I always read that poem about Ceres and man. Has it reformed me? Never! For I’m a Karamazov. For when I do leap into the pit, I go headlong with my heels up, and am pleased to be falling in that degrading attitude, and pride myself upon it. And in the very depths of that degradation I begin a hymn of praise. Let me be accursed. Let me be vile and base, only let me kiss the hem of the veil in which my God is shrouded. Though I may be following the devil, I am Thy son, O Lord, and I love Thee, and I feel the joy without which the world cannot stand. Joy everlasting fostereth The soul of all creation, It is her secret ferment fires The cup of life with flame. ’Tis at her beck the grass hath turned Each blade towards the light And solar systems have evolved From chaos and dark night, Filling the realms of boundless space Beyond the sage’s sight. At bounteous Nature’s kindly breast, All things that breathe drink Joy, And birds and beasts and creeping things All follow where She leads. Her gifts to man are friends in need, The wreath, the foaming must, To angels—vision of God’s throne, To insects—sensual lust. But enough poetry! I am in tears; let me cry. It may be foolishness that every one would laugh at. But you won’t laugh. Your eyes are shining, too. Enough poetry. I want to tell you now about the insects to whom God gave “sensual lust.” To insects—sensual lust. I am that insect, brother, and it is said of me specially. All we Karamazovs are such insects, and, angel as you are, that insect lives in you, too, and will stir up a tempest in your blood. Tempests, because sensual lust is a tempest—worse than a tempest! Beauty is a terrible and awful thing! It is terrible because it has not been fathomed and never can be fathomed, for God sets us nothing but riddles. Here the boundaries meet and all contradictions exist side by side. I am not a cultivated man, brother, but I’ve thought a lot about this. It’s terrible what mysteries there are! Too many riddles weigh men down on earth. We must solve them as we can, and try to keep a dry skin in the water. Beauty! I can’t endure the thought that a man of lofty mind and heart begins with the ideal of the Madonna and ends with the ideal of Sodom. What’s still more awful is that a man with the ideal of Sodom in his soul does not renounce the ideal of the Madonna, and his heart may be on fire with that ideal, genuinely on fire, just as in his days of youth and innocence. Yes, man is broad, too broad, indeed. I’d have him narrower. The devil only knows what to make of it! What to the mind is shameful is beauty and nothing else to the heart. Is there beauty in Sodom? Believe me, that for the immense mass of mankind beauty is found in Sodom. Did you know that secret? The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man. But a man always talks of his own ache. Listen, now to come to facts. I was leading a wild life then. Father said just now that I spent several thousand roubles in seducing young girls. That’s a swinish invention, and there was nothing of the sort. And if there was, I didn’t need money simply for that. With me money is an accessory, the overflow of my heart, the framework. To‐day she would be my lady, to‐morrow a wench out of the streets in her place. I entertained them both. I threw away money by the handful on music, rioting, and gypsies. Sometimes I gave it to the ladies, too, for they’ll take it greedily, that must be admitted, and be pleased and thankful for it. Ladies used to be fond of me: not all of them, but it happened, it happened. But I always liked side‐paths, little dark back‐alleys behind the main road—there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt. I am speaking figuratively, brother. In the town I was in, there were no such back‐alleys in the literal sense, but morally there were. If you were like me, you’d know what that means. I loved vice, I loved the ignominy of vice. I loved cruelty; am I not a bug, am I not a noxious insect? In fact a Karamazov! Once we went, a whole lot of us, for a picnic, in seven sledges. It was dark, it was winter, and I began squeezing a girl’s hand, and forced her to kiss me. She was the daughter of an official, a sweet, gentle, submissive creature. She allowed me, she allowed me much in the dark. She thought, poor thing, that I should come next day to make her an offer (I was looked upon as a good match, too). But I didn’t say a word to her for five months. I used to see her in a corner at dances (we were always having dances), her eyes watching me. I saw how they glowed with fire—a fire of gentle indignation. This game only tickled that insect lust I cherished in my soul. Five months later she married an official and left the town, still angry, and still, perhaps, in love with me. Now they live happily. Observe that I told no one. I didn’t boast of it. Though I’m full of low desires, and love what’s low, I’m not dishonorable. You’re blushing; your eyes flashed. Enough of this filth with you. And all this was nothing much—wayside blossoms à la Paul de Kock—though the cruel insect had already grown strong in my soul. I’ve a perfect album of reminiscences, brother. God bless them, the darlings. I tried to break it off without quarreling. And I never gave them away. I never bragged of one of them. But that’s enough. You can’t suppose I brought you here simply to talk of such nonsense. No, I’m going to tell you something more curious; and don’t be surprised that I’m glad to tell you, instead of being ashamed.", "pos": 252499}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You say that because I blushed. I wasn’t blushing at what you were saying or at what you’ve done. I blushed because I am the same as you are.", "pos": 261254}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You? Come, that’s going a little too far!", "pos": 261423}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, it’s not too far. The ladder’s the same. I’m at the bottom step, and you’re above, somewhere about the thirteenth. That’s how I see it. But it’s all the same. Absolutely the same in kind. Any one on the bottom step is bound to go up to the top one.", "pos": 261467}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Then one ought not to step on at all.", "pos": 261784}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Any one who can help it had better not.", "pos": 261824}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But can you?", "pos": 261866}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I think not.", "pos": 261881}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Hush, Alyosha, hush, darling! I could kiss your hand, you touch me so. That rogue Grushenka has an eye for men. She told me once that she’d devour you one day. There, there, I won’t! From this field of corruption fouled by flies, let’s pass to my tragedy, also befouled by flies, that is by every sort of vileness. Although the old man told lies about my seducing innocence, there really was something of the sort in my tragedy, though it was only once, and then it did not come off. The old man who has reproached me with what never happened does not even know of this fact; I never told any one about it. You’re the first, except Ivan, of course—Ivan knows everything. He knew about it long before you. But Ivan’s a tomb.", "pos": 261896}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ivan’s a tomb?", "pos": 262622}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes. I was lieutenant in a line regiment, but still I was under supervision, like a kind of convict. Yet I was awfully well received in the little town. I spent money right and left. I was thought to be rich; I thought so myself. But I must have pleased them in other ways as well. Although they shook their heads over me, they liked me. My colonel, who was an old man, took a sudden dislike to me. He was always down upon me, but I had powerful friends, and, moreover, all the town was on my side, so he couldn’t do me much harm. I was in fault myself for refusing to treat him with proper respect. I was proud. This obstinate old fellow, who was really a very good sort, kind‐hearted and hospitable, had had two wives, both dead. His first wife, who was of a humble family, left a daughter as unpretentious as herself. She was a young woman of four and twenty when I was there, and was living with her father and an aunt, her mother’s sister. The aunt was simple and illiterate; the niece was simple but lively. I like to say nice things about people. I never knew a woman of more charming character than Agafya—fancy, her name was Agafya Ivanovna! And she wasn’t bad‐looking either, in the Russian style: tall, stout, with a full figure, and beautiful eyes, though a rather coarse face. She had not married, although she had had two suitors. She refused them, but was as cheerful as ever. I was intimate with her, not in ‘that’ way, it was pure friendship. I have often been friendly with women quite innocently. I used to talk to her with shocking frankness, and she only laughed. Many women like such freedom, and she was a girl too, which made it very amusing. Another thing, one could never think of her as a young lady. She and her aunt lived in her father’s house with a sort of voluntary humility, not putting themselves on an equality with other people. She was a general favorite, and of use to every one, for she was a clever dressmaker. She had a talent for it. She gave her services freely without asking for payment, but if any one offered her payment, she didn’t refuse. The colonel, of course, was a very different matter. He was one of the chief personages in the district. He kept open house, entertained the whole town, gave suppers and dances. At the time I arrived and joined the battalion, all the town was talking of the expected return of the colonel’s second daughter, a great beauty, who had just left a fashionable school in the capital. This second daughter is Katerina Ivanovna, and she was the child of the second wife, who belonged to a distinguished general’s family; although, as I learnt on good authority, she too brought the colonel no money. She had connections, and that was all. There may have been expectations, but they had come to nothing. Yet, when the young lady came from boarding‐school on a visit, the whole town revived. Our most distinguished ladies—two ‘Excellencies’ and a colonel’s wife—and all the rest following their lead, at once took her up and gave entertainments in her honor. She was the belle of the balls and picnics, and they got up tableaux vivants in aid of distressed governesses. I took no notice, I went on as wildly as before, and one of my exploits at the time set all the town talking. I saw her eyes taking my measure one evening at the battery commander’s, but I didn’t go up to her, as though I disdained her acquaintance. I did go up and speak to her at an evening party not long after. She scarcely looked at me, and compressed her lips scornfully. ‘Wait a bit. I’ll have my revenge,’ thought I. I behaved like an awful fool on many occasions at that time, and I was conscious of it myself. What made it worse was that I felt that ‘Katenka’ was not an innocent boarding‐school miss, but a person of character, proud and really high‐principled; above all, she had education and intellect, and I had neither. You think I meant to make her an offer? No, I simply wanted to revenge myself, because I was such a hero and she didn’t seem to feel it.", "pos": 262639}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Do you know there’s a deficit of 4,500 roubles of government money in your father’s accounts?", "pos": 267960}
{"speaker": "Agafya Ivanovna", "text": "What do you mean? What makes you say so? The general was here not long ago, and everything was all right.", "pos": 268058}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Then it was, but now it isn’t.", "pos": 268168}
{"speaker": "Agafya Ivanovna", "text": "Don’t frighten me! Who told you so?", "pos": 268229}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Don’t be uneasy. I won’t tell any one. You know I’m as silent as the tomb. I only wanted, in view of “possibilities,” to add, that when they demand that 4,500 roubles from your father, and he can’t produce it, he’ll be tried, and made to serve as a common soldier in his old age, unless you like to send me your young lady secretly. I’ve just had money paid me. I’ll give her four thousand, if you like, and keep the secret religiously.", "pos": 268281}
{"speaker": "Agafya Ivanovna", "text": "Ah, you scoundrel! You wicked scoundrel! How dare you!", "pos": 268732}
{"speaker": "Trifonov", "text": "I’ve never received any money from you, and couldn’t possibly have received any.", "pos": 270279}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "My sister told me, that you would give me 4,500 roubles if I came to you for it—myself. I have come ... give me the money!", "pos": 272037}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Alyosha, are you listening, or are you asleep?", "pos": 272316}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Mitya, I know you will tell the whole truth,", "pos": 272365}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I am telling it. If I tell the whole truth just as it happened I shan’t spare myself. My first idea was a—Karamazov one. Once I was bitten by a centipede, brother, and laid up a fortnight with fever from it. Well, I felt a centipede biting at my heart then—a noxious insect, you understand? I looked her up and down. You’ve seen her? She’s a beauty. But she was beautiful in another way then. At that moment she was beautiful because she was noble, and I was a scoundrel; she in all the grandeur of her generosity and sacrifice for her father, and I—a bug! And, scoundrel as I was, she was altogether at my mercy, body and soul. She was hemmed in. I tell you frankly, that thought, that venomous thought, so possessed my heart that it almost swooned with suspense. It seemed as if there could be no resisting it; as though I should act like a bug, like a venomous spider, without a spark of pity. I could scarcely breathe. Understand, I should have gone next day to ask for her hand, so that it might end honorably, so to speak, and that nobody would or could know. For though I’m a man of base desires, I’m honest. And at that very second some voice seemed to whisper in my ear, ‘But when you come to‐morrow to make your proposal, that girl won’t even see you; she’ll order her coachman to kick you out of the yard. “Publish it through all the town,” she would say, “I’m not afraid of you.” ’ I looked at the young lady, my voice had not deceived me. That is how it would be, not a doubt of it. I could see from her face now that I should be turned out of the house. My spite was roused. I longed to play her the nastiest swinish cad’s trick: to look at her with a sneer, and on the spot where she stood before me to stun her with a tone of voice that only a shopman could use. But when you come to‐morrow to make your proposal, that girl won’t even see you; she’ll order her coachman to kick you out of the yard. Publish it through all the town. I’m not afraid of you. Four thousand! What do you mean? I was joking. You’ve been counting your chickens too easily, madam. Two hundred, if you like, with all my heart. But four thousand is not a sum to throw away on such frivolity. You’ve put yourself out to no purpose.", "pos": 272439}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Now. I understand the first half.", "pos": 276717}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You understand the first half. That half is a drama, and it was played out there. The second half is a tragedy, and it is being acted here.", "pos": 276769}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And I understand nothing of that second half so far,", "pos": 276911}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And I? Do you suppose I understand it?", "pos": 276980}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Stop, Dmitri. There’s one important question. Tell me, you were betrothed, you are betrothed still?", "pos": 277021}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "We weren’t betrothed at once, not for three months after that adventure. The next day I told myself that the incident was closed, concluded, that there would be no sequel. It seemed to me caddish to make her an offer. On her side she gave no sign of life for the six weeks that she remained in the town; except, indeed, for one action. The day after her visit the maid‐servant slipped round with an envelope addressed to me. I tore it open: it contained the change out of the banknote. Only four thousand five hundred roubles was needed, but there was a discount of about two hundred on changing it. She only sent me about two hundred and sixty. I don’t remember exactly, but not a note, not a word of explanation. I searched the packet for a pencil mark—n‐nothing! Well, I spent the rest of the money on such an orgy that the new major was obliged to reprimand me.", "pos": 277123}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I will write to you. Wait. K.", "pos": 278646}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’ll explain the rest now, in two words. In Moscow their fortunes changed with the swiftness of lightning and the unexpectedness of an Arabian fairy‐tale. That general’s widow, their nearest relation, suddenly lost the two nieces who were her heiresses and next‐of‐kin—both died in the same week of small‐pox. The old lady, prostrated with grief, welcomed Katya as a daughter, as her one hope, clutched at her, altered her will in Katya’s favor. But that concerned the future. Meanwhile she gave her, for present use, eighty thousand roubles, as a marriage portion, to do what she liked with. She was an hysterical woman. I saw something of her in Moscow, later.", "pos": 278696}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I love you madly, even if you don’t love me, never mind. Be my husband. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hamper you in any way. I will be your chattel. I will be the carpet under your feet. I want to love you for ever. I want to save you from yourself.", "pos": 279615}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But I am convinced that she does love a man like you, and not a man like him.", "pos": 280956}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "She loves her own virtue, not me. I swear, Alyosha, you may not believe me, but as God is holy, and as Christ is God, I swear that though I smiled at her lofty sentiments just now, I know that I am a million times baser in soul than she, and that these lofty sentiments of hers are as sincere as a heavenly angel’s. That’s the tragedy of it—that I know that for certain. What if any one does show off a bit? Don’t I do it myself? And yet I’m sincere, I’m sincere. As for Ivan, I can understand how he must be cursing nature now—with his intellect, too! To see the preference given—to whom, to what? To a monster who, though he is betrothed and all eyes are fixed on him, can’t restrain his debaucheries—and before the very eyes of his betrothed! And a man like me is preferred, while he is rejected. And why? Because a girl wants to sacrifice her life and destiny out of gratitude. It’s ridiculous! I’ve never said a word of this to Ivan, and Ivan of course has never dropped a hint of the sort to me. But destiny will be accomplished, and the best man will hold his ground while the undeserving one will vanish into his back‐ alley for ever—his filthy back‐alley, his beloved back‐alley, where he is at home and where he will sink in filth and stench at his own free will and with enjoyment. I’ve been talking foolishly. I’ve no words left. I use them at random, but it will be as I have said. I shall drown in the back‐ alley, and she will marry Ivan. Why?", "pos": 281036}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Stop, Dmitri. There’s one thing you haven’t made clear yet: you are still betrothed all the same, aren’t you? How can you break off the engagement if she, your betrothed, doesn’t want to?", "pos": 282731}
{"speaker": "The general’s wife", "text": "You’ve made a good choice. I see right through him.", "pos": 283179}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What?", "pos": 283599}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why, I called to you and brought you out here to‐day, this very day—remember it—to send you—this very day again—to Katerina Ivanovna, and—", "pos": 283607}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What?", "pos": 283748}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "To tell her that I shall never come to see her again. Say. He sends you his compliments.", "pos": 283756}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But is that possible?", "pos": 283849}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s just the reason I’m sending you, in my place, because it’s impossible. And, how could I tell her myself?", "pos": 283873}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And where are you going?", "pos": 283987}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "To the back‐alley.", "pos": 284014}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To Grushenka, then! Can Rakitin really have told the truth? I thought that you had just visited her, and that was all.", "pos": 284035}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Can a betrothed man pay such visits? Is such a thing possible and with such a betrothed, and before the eyes of all the world? Confound it, I have some honor! As soon as I began visiting Grushenka, I ceased to be betrothed, and to be an honest man. I understand that. Why do you look at me? You see, I went in the first place to beat her. I had heard, and I know for a fact now, that that captain, father’s agent, had given Grushenka an I.O.U. of mine for her to sue me for payment, so as to put an end to me. They wanted to scare me. I went to beat her. I had had a glimpse of her before. She doesn’t strike one at first sight. I knew about her old merchant, who’s lying ill now, paralyzed; but he’s leaving her a decent little sum. I knew, too, that she was fond of money, that she hoarded it, and lent it at a wicked rate of interest, that she’s a merciless cheat and swindler. I went to beat her, and I stayed. The storm broke—it struck me down like the plague. I’m plague‐stricken still, and I know that everything is over, that there will never be anything more for me. The cycle of the ages is accomplished. That’s my position. And though I’m a beggar, as fate would have it, I had three thousand just then in my pocket. I drove with Grushenka to Mokroe, a place twenty‐five versts from here. I got gypsies there and champagne and made all the peasants there drunk on it, and all the women and girls. I sent the thousands flying. In three days’ time I was stripped bare, but a hero. Do you suppose the hero had gained his end? Not a sign of it from her. I tell you that rogue, Grushenka, has a supple curve all over her body. You can see it in her little foot, even in her little toe. I saw it, and kissed it, but that was all, I swear! ‘I’ll marry you if you like,’ she said, ‘you’re a beggar, you know. Say that you won’t beat me, and will let me do anything I choose, and perhaps I will marry you.’ She laughed, and she’s laughing still!", "pos": 284208}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And do you really mean to marry her?", "pos": 286278}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "At once, if she will. And if she won’t, I shall stay all the same. I’ll be the porter at her gate. Alyosha!", "pos": 286317}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Do you know, you innocent boy, that this is all delirium, senseless delirium, for there’s a tragedy here. Let me tell you, Alexey, that I may be a low man, with low and degraded passions, but a thief and a pickpocket Dmitri Karamazov never can be. Well, then; let me tell you that I am a thief and a pickpocket. That very morning, just before I went to beat Grushenka, Katerina Ivanovna sent for me, and in strict secrecy (why I don’t know, I suppose she had some reason) asked me to go to the chief town of the province and to post three thousand roubles to Agafya Ivanovna in Moscow, so that nothing should be known of it in the town here. So I had that three thousand roubles in my pocket when I went to see Grushenka, and it was that money we spent at Mokroe. Afterwards I pretended I had been to the town, but did not show her the post office receipt. I said I had sent the money and would bring the receipt, and so far I haven’t brought it. I’ve forgotten it. Now what do you think you’re going to her to‐day to say? ‘He sends his compliments,’ and she’ll ask you, ‘What about the money?’ You might still have said to her, ‘He’s a degraded sensualist, and a low creature, with uncontrolled passions. He didn’t send your money then, but wasted it, because, like a low brute, he couldn’t control himself.’ But still you might have added, ‘He isn’t a thief though. Here is your three thousand; he sends it back. Send it yourself to Agafya Ivanovna. But he told me to say “he sends his compliments.” ’ But, as it is, she will ask, ‘But where is the money?’", "pos": 286527}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Mitya, you are unhappy, yes! But not as unhappy as you think. Don’t worry yourself to death with despair.", "pos": 288089}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What, do you suppose I’d shoot myself because I can’t get three thousand to pay back? That’s just it. I shan’t shoot myself. I haven’t the strength now. Afterwards, perhaps. But now I’m going to Grushenka. I don’t care what happens.", "pos": 288197}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And what then?", "pos": 288432}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I’ll be her husband if she deigns to have me, and when lovers come, I’ll go into the next room. I’ll clean her friends’ goloshes, blow up their samovar, run their errands.", "pos": 288449}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Katerina Ivanovna will understand it all. She’ll understand how great this trouble is and will forgive. She has a lofty mind, and no one could be more unhappy than you. She’ll see that for herself.", "pos": 288623}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She won’t forgive everything,", "pos": 288848}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "There’s something in it, brother, that no woman could forgive. Do you know what would be the best thing to do?", "pos": 288906}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What?", "pos": 289019}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Pay back the three thousand.", "pos": 289027}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Where can we get it from? I say, I have two thousand. Ivan will give you another thousand—that makes three. Take it and pay it back.", "pos": 289058}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And when would you get it, your three thousand? You’re not of age, besides, and you must—you absolutely must—take my farewell to her to‐day, with the money or without it, for I can’t drag on any longer, things have come to such a pass. To‐morrow is too late. I shall send you to father.", "pos": 289193}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To father?", "pos": 289482}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, to father first. Ask him for three thousand.", "pos": 289495}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But, Mitya, he won’t give it.", "pos": 289547}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "As though he would! I know he won’t. Do you know the meaning of despair, Alexey?", "pos": 289579}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 289662}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Listen. Legally he owes me nothing. I’ve had it all from him, I know that. But morally he owes me something, doesn’t he? You know he started with twenty‐eight thousand of my mother’s money and made a hundred thousand with it. Let him give me back only three out of the twenty‐eight thousand, and he’ll draw my soul out of hell, and it will atone for many of his sins. For that three thousand—I give you my solemn word—I’ll make an end of everything, and he shall hear nothing more of me. For the last time I give him the chance to be a father. Tell him God Himself sends him this chance.", "pos": 289669}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Mitya, he won’t give it for anything.", "pos": 290259}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I know he won’t. I know it perfectly well. Now, especially. That’s not all. I know something more. Now, only a few days ago, perhaps only yesterday he found out for the first time in earnest (underline in earnest) that Grushenka is really perhaps not joking, and really means to marry me. He knows her nature; he knows the cat. And do you suppose he’s going to give me money to help to bring that about when he’s crazy about her himself? And that’s not all, either. I can tell you more than that. I know that for the last five days he has had three thousand drawn out of the bank, changed into notes of a hundred roubles, packed into a large envelope, sealed with five seals, and tied across with red tape. You see how well I know all about it! On the envelope is written: ‘To my angel, Grushenka, when she will come to me.’ He scrawled it himself in silence and in secret, and no one knows that the money’s there except the valet, Smerdyakov, whom he trusts like himself. So now he has been expecting Grushenka for the last three or four days; he hopes she’ll come for the money. He has sent her word of it, and she has sent him word that perhaps she’ll come. And if she does go to the old man, can I marry her after that? You understand now why I’m here in secret and what I’m on the watch for.", "pos": 290299}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "For her?", "pos": 291598}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, for her. Foma has a room in the house of these sluts here. Foma comes from our parts; he was a soldier in our regiment. He does jobs for them. He’s watchman at night and goes grouse‐shooting in the day‐time; and that’s how he lives. I’ve established myself in his room. Neither he nor the women of the house know the secret—that is, that I am on the watch here.", "pos": 291609}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No one but Smerdyakov knows, then?", "pos": 291978}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No one else. He will let me know if she goes to the old man.", "pos": 292015}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It was he told you about the money, then?", "pos": 292078}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes. It’s a dead secret. Even Ivan doesn’t know about the money, or anything. The old man is sending Ivan to Tchermashnya on a two or three days’ journey. A purchaser has turned up for the copse: he’ll give eight thousand for the timber. So the old man keeps asking Ivan to help him by going to arrange it. It will take him two or three days. That’s what the old man wants, so that Grushenka can come while he’s away.", "pos": 292122}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Then he’s expecting Grushenka to‐day?", "pos": 292542}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, she won’t come to‐day; there are signs. She’s certain not to come,", "pos": 292582}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Smerdyakov thinks so, too. Father’s drinking now. He’s sitting at table with Ivan. Go to him, Alyosha, and ask for the three thousand.", "pos": 292677}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Mitya, dear, what’s the matter with you?", "pos": 292814}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What is it? I’m not insane,", "pos": 293009}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No fear. I am sending you to father, and I know what I’m saying. I believe in miracles.", "pos": 293091}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "In miracles?", "pos": 293181}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In a miracle of Divine Providence. God knows my heart. He sees my despair. He sees the whole picture. Surely He won’t let something awful happen. Alyosha, I believe in miracles. Go!", "pos": 293196}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I am going. Tell me, will you wait for me here?", "pos": 293380}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes. I know it will take some time. You can’t go at him point blank. He’s drunk now. I’ll wait three hours—four, five, six, seven. Only remember you must go to Katerina Ivanovna to‐day, if it has to be at midnight, with the money or without the money, and say, ‘He sends his compliments to you.’ I want you to say that verse to her: ‘He sends his compliments to you.’", "pos": 293430}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Mitya! And what if Grushenka comes to‐day—if not to‐day, to‐morrow, or the next day?", "pos": 293801}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Grushenka? I shall see her. I shall rush out and prevent it.", "pos": 293888}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And if—", "pos": 293951}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "If there’s an if, it will be murder. I couldn’t endure it.", "pos": 293961}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Who will be murdered?", "pos": 294022}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The old man. I shan’t kill her.", "pos": 294046}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, what are you saying?", "pos": 294080}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, I don’t know.... I don’t know. Perhaps I shan’t kill, and perhaps I shall. I’m afraid that he will suddenly become so loathsome to me with his face at that moment. I hate his ugly throat, his nose, his eyes, his shameless snigger. I feel a physical repulsion. That’s what I’m afraid of. That’s what may be too much for me.", "pos": 294112}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ll go, Mitya. I believe that God will order things for the best, that nothing awful may happen.", "pos": 294441}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And I will sit and wait for the miracle. And if it doesn’t come to pass—", "pos": 294541}
{"speaker": "Narration", "text": "Alyosha went thoughtfully towards his father’s house.", "pos": 294615}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Why? Isn’t it funny? Answer, stupid!", "pos": 301656}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "It’s all untrue,", "pos": 301748}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Then go to the devil! You have the soul of a lackey. Stay, here’s Smaragdov’s Universal History. That’s all true. Read that.", "pos": 301797}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "What is it? A beetle?", "pos": 302325}
{"speaker": "Marfa", "text": "A fly, perhaps,", "pos": 302368}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Ach! What fine gentlemen’s airs!", "pos": 302650}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Why are your fits getting worse? Would you like to get married? Shall I find you a wife?", "pos": 304189}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Well, my lad, I’ve never met any one like you,", "pos": 304880}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "That would make the people flock, and bring the money in. What are you grinning at?", "pos": 307754}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Well, my opinion is, that if that laudable soldier’s exploit was so very great there would have been, to my thinking, no sin in it if he had on such an emergency renounced, so to speak, the name of Christ and his own christening, to save by that same his life, for good deeds, by which, in the course of years to expiate his cowardice.", "pos": 308237}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "How could it not be a sin? You’re talking nonsense. For that you’ll go straight to hell and be roasted there like mutton. We’re on your subject, your subject,", "pos": 308637}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "As for mutton, that’s not so, and there’ll be nothing there for this, and there shouldn’t be either, if it’s according to justice,", "pos": 309007}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "He’s a rascal, that’s what he is!", "pos": 309286}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You’d better consider yourself that, once I am taken prisoner by the enemies of the Christian race, and they demand from me to curse the name of God and to renounce my holy christening, I am fully entitled to act by my own reason, since there would be no sin in it.", "pos": 309494}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "But you’ve said that before. Don’t waste words. Prove it,", "pos": 309762}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Soup‐maker!", "pos": 309847}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "As for being a soup‐maker, wait a bit, too, and consider for yourself, Grigory Vassilyevitch, without abusing me. For as soon as I say to those enemies, ‘No, I’m not a Christian, and I curse my true God,’ then at once, by God’s high judgment, I become immediately and specially anathema accursed, and am cut off from the Holy Church, exactly as though I were a heathen, so that at that very instant, not only when I say it aloud, but when I think of saying it, before a quarter of a second has passed, I am cut off. Is that so or not, Grigory Vassilyevitch?", "pos": 309894}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Ivan, stoop down for me to whisper. He’s got this all up for your benefit. He wants you to praise him. Praise him. Stay, Smerdyakov, be quiet a minute. Ivan, your ear again. I love you as I do Alyosha. Don’t think I don’t love you. Some brandy?", "pos": 310657}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Don’t scold him, Grigory, don’t scold him,", "pos": 311359}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You should wait, Grigory Vassilyevitch, if only a short time, and listen, for I haven’t finished all I had to say. For at the very moment I become accursed, at that same highest moment, I become exactly like a heathen, and my christening is taken off me and becomes of no avail. Isn’t that so? Make haste and finish, my boy,", "pos": 311437}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Consider yourself, Grigory Vassilyevitch, it is said in the Scripture that if you have faith, even as a mustard seed, and bid a mountain move into the sea, it will move without the least delay at your bidding. Well, Grigory Vassilyevitch, if I’m without faith and you have so great a faith that you are continually swearing at me, you try yourself telling this mountain, not to move into the sea for that’s a long way off, but even to our stinking little river which runs at the bottom of the garden. You’ll see for yourself that it won’t budge, but will remain just where it is however much you shout at it, and that shows, Grigory Vassilyevitch, that you haven’t faith in the proper manner, and only abuse others about it. Again, taking into consideration that no one in our day, not only you, but actually no one, from the highest person to the lowest peasant, can shove mountains into the sea—except perhaps some one man in the world, or, at most, two, and they most likely are saving their souls in secret somewhere in the Egyptian desert, so you wouldn’t find them—if so it be, if all the rest have no faith, will God curse all the rest? that is, the population of the whole earth, except about two hermits in the desert, and in His well‐known mercy will He not forgive one of them? And so I’m persuaded that though I may once have doubted I shall be forgiven if I shed tears of repentance.", "pos": 314326}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "So you do suppose there are two who can move mountains? Ivan, make a note of it, write it down. There you have the Russian all over!", "pos": 315945}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You’re quite right in saying it’s characteristic of the people’s faith,", "pos": 316080}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You agree. Then it must be so, if you agree. It’s true, isn’t it, Alyosha? That’s the Russian faith all over, isn’t it?", "pos": 316194}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, Smerdyakov has not the Russian faith at all,", "pos": 316316}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "I’m not talking about his faith. I mean those two in the desert, only that idea. Surely that’s Russian, isn’t it?", "pos": 316400}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, that’s purely Russian,", "pos": 316516}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Your words are worth a gold piece, O ass, and I’ll give it to you to‐day. But as to the rest you talk nonsense, nonsense, nonsense. Let me tell you, stupid, that we here are all of little faith, only from carelessness, because we haven’t time; things are too much for us, and, in the second place, the Lord God has given us so little time, only twenty‐four hours in the day, so that one hasn’t even time to get sleep enough, much less to repent of one’s sins. While you have denied your faith to your enemies when you’d nothing else to think about but to show your faith! So I consider, brother, that it constitutes a sin.", "pos": 316568}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Constitute a sin it may, but consider yourself, Grigory Vassilyevitch, that it only extenuates it, if it does constitute. If I had believed then in very truth, as I ought to have believed, then it really would have been sinful if I had not faced tortures for my faith, and had gone over to the pagan Mohammedan faith. But, of course, it wouldn’t have come to torture then, because I should only have had to say at that instant to the mountain, ‘Move and crush the tormentor,’ and it would have moved and at the very instant have crushed him like a black‐beetle, and I should have walked away as though nothing had happened, praising and glorifying God. But, suppose at that very moment I had tried all that, and cried to that mountain, ‘Crush these tormentors,’ and it hadn’t crushed them, how could I have helped doubting, pray, at such a time, and at such a dread hour of mortal terror? And apart from that, I should know already that I could not attain to the fullness of the Kingdom of Heaven (for since the mountain had not moved at my word, they could not think very much of my faith up aloft, and there could be no very great reward awaiting me in the world to come). So why should I let them flay the skin off me as well, and to no good purpose? For, even though they had flayed my skin half off my back, even then the mountain would not have moved at my word or at my cry. And at such a moment not only doubt might come over one but one might lose one’s reason from fear, so that one would not be able to think at all. And, therefore, how should I be particularly to blame if not seeing my advantage or reward there or here, I should, at least, save my skin. And so trusting fully in the grace of the Lord I should cherish the hope that I might be altogether forgiven.", "pos": 317193}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Get along with you, Jesuits! Go away, Smerdyakov. I’ll send you the gold piece I promised you to‐day, but be off! Don’t cry, Grigory. Go to Marfa. She’ll comfort you and put you to bed. The rascals won’t let us sit in peace after dinner. Smerdyakov always pokes himself in now, after dinner. It’s you he’s so interested in. What have you done to fascinate him?", "pos": 319182}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Nothing whatever. He’s pleased to have a high opinion of me; he’s a lackey and a mean soul. Raw material for revolution, however, when the time comes.", "pos": 319661}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "For revolution?", "pos": 319831}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "There will be others and better ones. But there will be some like him as well. His kind will come first, and better ones after.", "pos": 319849}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "And when will the time come?", "pos": 319979}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "The rocket will go off and fizzle out, perhaps. The peasants are not very fond of listening to these soup‐makers, so far.", "pos": 320010}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Ah, brother, but a Balaam’s ass like that thinks and thinks, and the devil knows where he gets to.", "pos": 320134}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "He’s storing up ideas,", "pos": 320235}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You see, I know he can’t bear me, nor any one else, even you, though you fancy that he has a high opinion of you. Worse still with Alyosha, he despises Alyosha. But he doesn’t steal, that’s one thing, and he’s not a gossip, he holds his tongue, and doesn’t wash our dirty linen in public. He makes capital fish pasties too. But, damn him, is he worth talking about so much?", "pos": 320280}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Of course he isn’t.", "pos": 320656}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "And as for the ideas he may be hatching, the Russian peasant, generally speaking, needs thrashing. That I’ve always maintained. Our peasants are swindlers, and don’t deserve to be pitied, and it’s a good thing they’re still flogged sometimes. Russia is rich in birches. If they destroyed the forests, it would be the ruin of Russia. I stand up for the clever people. We’ve left off thrashing the peasants, we’ve grown so clever, but they go on thrashing themselves. And a good thing too. For with what measure ye mete it shall be measured to you again, or how does it go? Anyhow, it will be measured. But Russia’s all swinishness. My dear, if you only knew how I hate Russia.... That is, not Russia, but all this vice! But maybe I mean Russia. Tout cela c’est de la cochonnerie.... Do you know what I like? I like wit.", "pos": 320678}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You’ve had another glass. That’s enough.", "pos": 321501}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Wait a bit. I’ll have one more, and then another, and then I’ll stop. No, stay, you interrupted me. At Mokroe I was talking to an old man, and he told me: ‘There’s nothing we like so much as sentencing girls to be thrashed, and we always give the lads the job of thrashing them. And the girl he has thrashed to‐day, the young man will ask in marriage to‐morrow. So it quite suits the girls, too,’ he said. There’s a set of de Sades for you! But it’s clever, anyway. Shall we go over and have a look at it, eh? Alyosha, are you blushing? Don’t be bashful, child. I’m sorry I didn’t stay to dinner at the Superior’s and tell the monks about the girls at Mokroe. Alyosha, don’t be angry that I offended your Superior this morning. I lost my temper. If there is a God, if He exists, then, of course, I’m to blame, and I shall have to answer for it. But if there isn’t a God at all, what do they deserve, your fathers? It’s not enough to cut their heads off, for they keep back progress. Would you believe it, Ivan, that that lacerates my sentiments? No, you don’t believe it as I see from your eyes. You believe what people say, that I’m nothing but a buffoon. Alyosha, do you believe that I’m nothing but a buffoon?", "pos": 321544}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I don’t believe it.", "pos": 322759}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "And I believe you don’t, and that you speak the truth. You look sincere and you speak sincerely. But not Ivan. Ivan’s supercilious.... I’d make an end of your monks, though, all the same. I’d take all that mystic stuff and suppress it, once for all, all over Russia, so as to bring all the fools to reason. And the gold and the silver that would flow into the mint!", "pos": 322785}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But why suppress it?", "pos": 323153}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "That Truth may prevail. That’s why.", "pos": 323188}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, if Truth were to prevail, you know, you’d be the first to be robbed and suppressed.", "pos": 323226}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Ah! I dare say you’re right. Ah, I’m an ass! Well, your monastery may stand then, Alyosha, if that’s how it is. And we clever people will sit snug and enjoy our brandy. You know, Ivan, it must have been so ordained by the Almighty Himself. Ivan, speak, is there a God or not? Stay, speak the truth, speak seriously. Why are you laughing again?", "pos": 323318}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I’m laughing that you should have made a clever remark just now about Smerdyakov’s belief in the existence of two saints who could move mountains.", "pos": 323737}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Why, am I like him now, then?", "pos": 323886}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Very much.", "pos": 323918}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Well, that shows I’m a Russian, too, and I have a Russian characteristic. And you may be caught in the same way, though you are a philosopher. Shall I catch you? What do you bet that I’ll catch you to‐morrow. Speak, all the same, is there a God, or not? Only, be serious. I want you to be serious now.", "pos": 323931}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, there is no God.", "pos": 324235}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Alyosha, is there a God?", "pos": 324258}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "There is.", "pos": 324285}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Ivan, and is there immortality of some sort, just a little, just a tiny bit?", "pos": 324297}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "There is no immortality either.", "pos": 324376}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "None at all?", "pos": 324410}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "None at all.", "pos": 324425}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "There’s absolute nothingness then. Perhaps there is just something? Anything is better than nothing!", "pos": 324440}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Absolute nothingness.", "pos": 324543}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Alyosha, is there immortality?", "pos": 324567}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "There is.", "pos": 324600}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "God and immortality?", "pos": 324612}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "God and immortality. In God is immortality.", "pos": 324635}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "H’m! It’s more likely Ivan’s right. Good Lord! to think what faith, what force of all kinds, man has lavished for nothing, on that dream, and for how many thousand years. Who is it laughing at man? Ivan! For the last time, once for all, is there a God or not? I ask for the last time!", "pos": 324681}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And for the last time there is not.", "pos": 324968}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Who is laughing at mankind, Ivan?", "pos": 325006}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "It must be the devil,", "pos": 325042}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "And the devil? Does he exist?", "pos": 325086}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, there’s no devil either.", "pos": 325118}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "It’s a pity. Damn it all, what wouldn’t I do to the man who first invented God! Hanging on a bitter aspen tree would be too good for him.", "pos": 325149}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "There would have been no civilization if they hadn’t invented God.", "pos": 325289}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Wouldn’t there have been? Without God?", "pos": 325358}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No. And there would have been no brandy either. But I must take your brandy away from you, anyway.", "pos": 325399}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Stop, stop, stop, dear boy, one more little glass. I’ve hurt Alyosha’s feelings. You’re not angry with me, Alyosha? My dear little Alexey!", "pos": 325500}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I am not angry. I know your thoughts. Your heart is better than your head.", "pos": 325641}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "My heart better than my head, is it? Oh, Lord! And that from you. Ivan, do you love Alyosha?", "pos": 325722}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 325817}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You must love him Listen, Alyosha, I was rude to your elder this morning. But I was excited. But there’s wit in that elder, don’t you think, Ivan?", "pos": 325824}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Very likely.", "pos": 326024}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "There is, there is. Il y a du Piron là‐dedans. He’s a Jesuit, a Russian one, that is. As he’s an honorable person there’s a hidden indignation boiling within him at having to pretend and affect holiness.", "pos": 326039}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But, of course, he believes in God.", "pos": 326245}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Not a bit of it. Didn’t you know? Why, he tells every one so, himself. That is, not every one, but all the clever people who come to him. He said straight out to Governor Schultz not long ago: ‘Credo, but I don’t know in what.’", "pos": 326283}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Really?", "pos": 326514}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "He really did. But I respect him. There’s something of Mephistopheles about him, or rather of ‘The hero of our time’ ... Arbenin, or what’s his name?... You see, he’s a sensualist. He’s such a sensualist that I should be afraid for my daughter or my wife if she went to confess to him. You know, when he begins telling stories.... The year before last he invited us to tea, tea with liqueur (the ladies send him liqueur), and began telling us about old times till we nearly split our sides.... Especially how he once cured a paralyzed woman. If my legs were not bad I know a dance I could dance you. What do you say to that? I’ve plenty of tricks in my time. He did Dernidov, the merchant, out of sixty thousand.", "pos": 326524}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What, he stole it?", "pos": 327261}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "He brought him the money as a man he could trust, saying, ‘Take care of it for me, friend, there’ll be a police search at my place to‐morrow.’ And he kept it. You have given it to the Church. I said to him: ‘You’re a scoundrel,’ I said. No,’ said he, ‘I’m not a scoundrel, but I’m broad‐minded.’ But that wasn’t he, that was some one else. I’ve muddled him with some one else ... without noticing it. Come, another glass and that’s enough. Take away the bottle, Ivan. I’ve been telling lies. Why didn’t you stop me, Ivan, and tell me I was lying?", "pos": 327282}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I knew you’d stop of yourself.", "pos": 327847}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "That’s a lie. You did it from spite, from simple spite against me. You despise me. You have come to me and despised me in my own house.", "pos": 327880}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, I’m going away. You’ve had too much brandy.", "pos": 328018}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "I’ve begged you for Christ’s sake to go to Tchermashnya for a day or two, and you don’t go.", "pos": 328070}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I’ll go to‐morrow if you’re so set upon it.", "pos": 328164}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You won’t go. You want to keep an eye on me. That’s what you want, spiteful fellow. That’s why you won’t go. Why are you looking at me? Why do you look like that? Your eyes look at me and say, ‘You ugly drunkard!’ Your eyes are mistrustful. They’re contemptuous.... You’ve come here with some design. Alyosha, here, looks at me and his eyes shine. Alyosha doesn’t despise me. Alexey, you mustn’t love Ivan.", "pos": 328210}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Don’t be ill‐tempered with my brother. Leave off attacking him,", "pos": 328785}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Oh, all right. Ugh, my head aches. Take away the brandy, Ivan. It’s the third time I’ve told you. Don’t be angry with a feeble old man, Ivan. I know you don’t love me, but don’t be angry all the same. You’ve nothing to love me for. You go to Tchermashnya. I’ll come to you myself and bring you a present. I’ll show you a little wench there. I’ve had my eye on her a long time. She’s still running about bare‐foot. Don’t be afraid of bare‐footed wenches—don’t despise them—they’re pearls! To my thinking. To my thinking ... Ah, you boys! You children, little sucking‐pigs, to my thinking ... I never thought a woman ugly in my life—that’s been my rule! Can you understand that? How could you understand it? You’ve milk in your veins, not blood. You’re not out of your shells yet. My rule has been that you can always find something devilishly interesting in every woman that you wouldn’t find in any other. Only, one must know how to find it, that’s the point! That’s a talent! To my mind there are no ugly women. The very fact that she is a woman is half the battle ... but how could you understand that? Even in vieilles filles, even in them you may discover something that makes you simply wonder that men have been such fools as to let them grow old without noticing them. Bare‐footed girls or unattractive ones, you must take by surprise. Didn’t you know that? You must astound them till they’re fascinated, upset, ashamed that such a gentleman should fall in love with such a little slut. It’s a jolly good thing that there always are and will be masters and slaves in the world, so there always will be a little maid‐ of‐all‐work and her master, and you know, that’s all that’s needed for happiness. Stay ... listen, Alyosha, I always used to surprise your mother, but in a different way. I paid no attention to her at all, but all at once, when the minute came, I’d be all devotion to her, crawl on my knees, kiss her feet, and I always, always—I remember it as though it were to‐day—reduced her to that tinkling, quiet, nervous, queer little laugh. It was peculiar to her. I knew her attacks always used to begin like that. The next day she would begin shrieking hysterically, and this little laugh was not a sign of delight, though it made a very good counterfeit. That’s the great thing, to know how to take every one. Once Belyavsky—he was a handsome fellow, and rich—used to like to come here and hang about her—suddenly gave me a slap in the face in her presence. And she—such a mild sheep—why, I thought she would have knocked me down for that blow. How she set on me! You’re beaten, beaten now. You’ve taken a blow from him. You have been trying to sell me to him. And how dared he strike you in my presence! Don’t dare come near me again, never, never! Run at once, challenge him to a duel! I took her to the monastery then to bring her to her senses. The holy Fathers prayed her back to reason. But I swear, by God, Alyosha, I never insulted the poor crazy girl! Only once, perhaps, in the first year; then she was very fond of praying. She used to keep the feasts of Our Lady particularly and used to turn me out of her room then. I’ll knock that mysticism out of her, thought I! Here,’ said I, ‘you see your holy image. Here it is. Here I take it down. You believe it’s miraculous, but here, I’ll spit on it directly and nothing will happen to me for it!’ When she saw it, good Lord! I thought she would kill me. But she only jumped up, wrung her hands, then suddenly hid her face in them, began trembling all over and fell on the floor ... fell all of a heap. Alyosha, Alyosha, what’s the matter?", "pos": 328878}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Ivan, Ivan! Water, quickly! It’s like her, exactly as she used to be then, his mother. Spurt some water on him from your mouth, that’s what I used to do to her. He’s upset about his mother, his mother,", "pos": 333426}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But she was my mother, too, I believe, his mother. Was she not? Was she not?", "pos": 333651}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Your mother? What do you mean? What mother are you talking about? Was she?... Why, damn it! of course she was yours too! Damn it! My mind has never been so darkened before. Excuse me, why, I was thinking, Ivan.... He he he! He’ll kill me! Don’t let him get at me!", "pos": 333989}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Then she’s there! She’s hidden there! Out of the way, scoundrel! She’s here! I saw her turn towards the house just now, but I couldn’t catch her. Where is she?", "pos": 335281}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Hold him! At him! Help!", "pos": 335916}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why do you run after him? He’ll murder you outright,", "pos": 336388}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Ivan! Alyosha! She must be here. Grushenka’s here. He said he saw her himself, running.", "pos": 336480}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But you’ve seen for yourself that she hasn’t come,", "pos": 336739}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "But she may have come by that other entrance.", "pos": 336804}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You know that entrance is locked, and you have the key.", "pos": 336852}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Hold him! He’s been stealing money in my bedroom.", "pos": 337184}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Madman! You’ve killed him!", "pos": 337792}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Serve him right! If I haven’t killed him, I’ll come again and kill him. You can’t protect him!", "pos": 337833}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Dmitri! Go away at once!", "pos": 337961}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Alexey! You tell me. It’s only you I can believe; was she here just now, or not? I saw her myself creeping this way by the fence from the lane. I shouted, she ran away.", "pos": 338016}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I swear she’s not been here, and no one expected her.", "pos": 338187}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But I saw her.... So she must ... I’ll find out at once where she is.... Good‐by, Alexey! Not a word to Æsop about the money now. But go to Katerina Ivanovna at once and be sure to say, ‘He sends his compliments to you!’ Compliments, his compliments! Just compliments and farewell! Describe the scene to her. I don’t repent shedding your blood! Beware, old man, beware of your dream, for I have my dream, too. I curse you, and disown you altogether.", "pos": 338243}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "She’s here. She must be here. Smerdyakov! Smerdyakov!", "pos": 339031}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, she’s not here, you old lunatic! Here, he’s fainting! Water! A towel! Make haste, Smerdyakov!", "pos": 339160}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Shouldn’t you put a wet bandage on your head and go to bed, too? We’ll look after him. My brother gave you a terrible blow—on the head.", "pos": 339736}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "He’s insulted me!", "pos": 339897}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "He’s ‘insulted’ his father, not only you,", "pos": 339962}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "I used to wash him in his tub. He’s insulted me,", "pos": 340041}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Damn it all, if I hadn’t pulled him away perhaps he’d have murdered him. It wouldn’t take much to do for Æsop, would it?", "pos": 340110}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "God forbid!", "pos": 340260}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why should He forbid? One reptile will devour the other. And serve them both right, too. Of course I won’t let him be murdered as I didn’t just now. Stay here, Alyosha, I’ll go for a turn in the yard. My head’s begun to ache.", "pos": 340289}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Alyosha, where’s Ivan?", "pos": 340763}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "In the yard. He’s got a headache. He’s on the watch.", "pos": 340923}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Give me that looking‐glass. It stands over there. Give it me. What does Ivan say? Alyosha, my dear, my only son, I’m afraid of Ivan. I’m more afraid of Ivan than the other. You’re the only one I’m not afraid of....", "pos": 340978}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Don’t be afraid of Ivan either. He is angry, but he’ll defend you.", "pos": 341438}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Alyosha, and what of the other? He’s run to Grushenka. My angel, tell me the truth, was she here just now or not?", "pos": 341507}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No one has seen her. It was a mistake. She has not been here.", "pos": 341623}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You know Mitya wants to marry her, to marry her.", "pos": 341687}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "She won’t marry him.", "pos": 341738}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "She won’t. She won’t. She won’t. She won’t on any account! That image of the Mother of God of which I was telling you just now. Take it home and keep it for yourself. And I’ll let you go back to the monastery.... I was joking this morning, don’t be angry with me. My head aches, Alyosha.... Alyosha, comfort my heart. Be an angel and tell me the truth!", "pos": 341761}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You’re still asking whether she has been here or not?", "pos": 342347}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "No, no, no. I believe you. I’ll tell you what it is: you go to Grushenka yourself, or see her somehow; make haste and ask her; see for yourself, which she means to choose, him or me. Eh? What? Can you?", "pos": 342429}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "If I see her I’ll ask her,", "pos": 342633}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "No, she won’t tell you, she’s a rogue. She’ll begin kissing you and say that it’s you she wants. She’s a deceitful, shameless hussy. You mustn’t go to her, you mustn’t!", "pos": 342693}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, father, and it wouldn’t be suitable, it wouldn’t be right at all.", "pos": 342891}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Where was he sending you just now? He shouted ‘Go’ as he ran away.", "pos": 342963}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To Katerina Ivanovna.", "pos": 343032}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "For money? To ask her for money?", "pos": 343056}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No. Not for money.", "pos": 343091}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "He’s no money; not a farthing. I’ll settle down for the night, and think things over, and you can go. Perhaps you’ll meet her.... Only be sure to come to me to‐morrow in the morning. Be sure to. I have a word to say to you to‐morrow. Will you come?", "pos": 343112}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 343363}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "When you come, pretend you’ve come of your own accord to ask after me. Don’t tell any one I told you to. Don’t say a word to Ivan.", "pos": 343370}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Very well.", "pos": 343503}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Good‐by, my angel. You stood up for me, just now. I shall never forget it. I’ve a word to say to you to‐morrow—but I must think about it.", "pos": 343516}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And how do you feel now?", "pos": 343656}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "I shall get up to‐morrow and go out, perfectly well, perfectly well!", "pos": 343683}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Alyosha, I should be very glad to meet you to‐morrow morning,", "pos": 344005}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I shall be at the Hohlakovs’ to‐morrow. I may be at Katerina Ivanovna’s, too, if I don’t find her now.", "pos": 344154}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But you’re going to her now, anyway? For that ‘compliments and farewell,’ I think I quite understand his exclamations just now, and part of what went before. Dmitri has asked you to go to her and say that he—well, in fact—takes his leave of her?", "pos": 344279}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, how will all this horror end between father and Dmitri?", "pos": 344575}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "One can’t tell for certain. Perhaps in nothing: it may all fizzle out. That woman is a beast. In any case we must keep the old man indoors and not let Dmitri in the house.", "pos": 344661}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, let me ask one thing more: has any man a right to look at other men and decide which is worthy to live?", "pos": 344835}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why bring in the question of worth? The matter is most often decided in men’s hearts on other grounds much more natural. And as for rights—who has not the right to wish?", "pos": 344950}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Not for another man’s death?", "pos": 345122}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What even if for another man’s death? Why lie to oneself since all men live so and perhaps cannot help living so. Are you referring to what I said just now—that one reptile will devour the other? In that case let me ask you, do you think me like Dmitri capable of shedding Æsop’s blood, murdering him, eh?", "pos": 345153}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What are you saying, Ivan? Such an idea never crossed my mind. I don’t think Dmitri is capable of it, either.", "pos": 345461}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Thanks, if only for that. Be sure, I should always defend him. But in my wishes I reserve myself full latitude in this case. Good‐by till to‐morrow. Don’t condemn me, and don’t look on me as a villain,", "pos": 345573}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Thank God! At last you have come too! I’ve been simply praying for you all day! Sit down.", "pos": 349822}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’ll be happy with her, but perhaps—not tranquilly happy. Quite so, brother. Such people remain always the same. They don’t yield to fate. So you think I shan’t love her for ever.", "pos": 350965}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No; perhaps you will love her for ever. But perhaps you won’t always be happy with her.", "pos": 351151}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I was so eager to see you, because I can learn from you the whole truth—from you and no one else.", "pos": 352582}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I have come. I—he sent me.", "pos": 352682}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Ah, he sent you! I foresaw that. Now I know everything—everything! Wait a moment, Alexey Fyodorovitch, I’ll tell you why I’ve been so longing to see you. You see, I know perhaps far more than you do yourself, and there’s no need for you to tell me anything. I’ll tell you what I want from you. I want to know your own last impression of him. I want you to tell me most directly, plainly, coarsely even (oh, as coarsely as you like!), what you thought of him just now and of his position after your meeting with him to‐day. That will perhaps be better than if I had a personal explanation with him, as he does not want to come to me. Do you understand what I want from you? Now, tell me simply, tell me every word of the message he sent you with (I knew he would send you).", "pos": 352742}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He told me to give you his compliments—and to say that he would never come again—but to give you his compliments.", "pos": 353563}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "His compliments? Was that what he said—his own expression?", "pos": 353679}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 353740}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Accidentally perhaps he made a mistake in the word, perhaps he did not use the right word?", "pos": 353747}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No; he told me precisely to repeat that word. He begged me two or three times not to forget to say so.", "pos": 353840}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Help me now, Alexey Fyodorovitch. Now I really need your help. I’ll tell you what I think, and you must simply say whether it’s right or not. Listen! If he had sent me his compliments in passing, without insisting on your repeating the words, without emphasizing them, that would be the end of everything! But if he particularly insisted on those words, if he particularly told you not to forget to repeat them to me, then perhaps he was in excitement, beside himself. He had made his decision and was frightened at it. He wasn’t walking away from me with a resolute step, but leaping headlong. The emphasis on that phrase may have been simply bravado.", "pos": 353978}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, yes! I believe that is it.", "pos": 354633}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "And, if so, he’s not altogether lost. I can still save him. Stay! Did he not tell you anything about money—about three thousand roubles?", "pos": 354691}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He did speak about it, and it’s that more than anything that’s crushing him. He said he had lost his honor and that nothing matters now. But do you know about the money?", "pos": 354829}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I’ve known of it a long time; I telegraphed to Moscow to inquire, and heard long ago that the money had not arrived. He hadn’t sent the money, but I said nothing. Last week I learnt that he was still in need of money. My only object in all this was that he should know to whom to turn, and who was his true friend. No, he won’t recognize that I am his truest friend; he won’t know me, and looks on me merely as a woman. I’ve been tormented all the week, trying to think how to prevent him from being ashamed to face me because he spent that three thousand. Let him feel ashamed of himself, let him be ashamed of other people’s knowing, but not of my knowing. He can tell God everything without shame. Why is it he still does not understand how much I am ready to bear for his sake? Why, why doesn’t he know me? How dare he not know me after all that has happened? I want to save him for ever. Let him forget me as his betrothed. And here he fears that he is dishonored in my eyes. Why, he wasn’t afraid to be open with you, Alexey Fyodorovitch. How is it that I don’t deserve the same?", "pos": 355186}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I must tell you,", "pos": 356339}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "what happened just now between him and my father. He went to that woman,", "pos": 356398}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And do you suppose that I can’t put up with that woman? Does he think I can’t? But he won’t marry her,", "pos": 356721}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Could such a passion last for ever in a Karamazov? It’s passion, not love. He won’t marry her because she won’t marry him.", "pos": 356858}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He may marry her,", "pos": 357026}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He won’t marry her, I tell you. That girl is an angel. Do you know that? Do you know that?", "pos": 357085}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She is one of the most fantastic of fantastic creatures. I know how bewitching she is, but I know too that she is kind, firm and noble. Why do you look at me like that, Alexey Fyodorovitch? Perhaps you are wondering at my words, perhaps you don’t believe me? Agrafena Alexandrovna, my angel!", "pos": 357242}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "come in to us. This is a friend. This is Alyosha. He knows all about our affairs. Show yourself to him.", "pos": 357596}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I’ve only been waiting behind the curtain for you to call me,", "pos": 357702}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "This is the first time we’ve met, Alexey Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 361599}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I wanted to know her, to see her. I wanted to go to her, but I’d no sooner expressed the wish than she came to me. I knew we should settle everything together—everything. My heart told me so—I was begged not to take the step, but I foresaw it would be a way out of the difficulty, and I was not mistaken. Grushenka has explained everything to me, told me all she means to do. She flew here like an angel of goodness and brought us peace and joy.", "pos": 361678}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "You did not disdain me, sweet, excellent young lady,", "pos": 362126}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don’t dare to speak to me like that, you sorceress, you witch! Disdain you! Here, I must kiss your lower lip once more. It looks as though it were swollen, and now it will be more so, and more and more. Look how she laughs, Alexey Fyodorovitch! It does one’s heart good to see the angel.", "pos": 362270}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "You make so much of me, dear young lady, and perhaps I am not at all worthy of your kindness.", "pos": 362633}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not worthy! She’s not worthy of it!", "pos": 362729}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You know, Alexey Fyodorovitch, we’re fanciful, we’re self-willed, but proudest of the proud in our little heart. We’re noble, we’re generous, Alexey Fyodorovitch, let me tell you. We have only been unfortunate. We were too ready to make every sacrifice for an unworthy, perhaps, or fickle man. There was one man—one, an officer too, we loved him, we sacrificed everything to him. That was long ago, five years ago, and he has forgotten us, he has married. Now he is a widower, he has written, he is coming here, and, do you know, we’ve loved him, none but him, all this time, and we’ve loved him all our life! He will come, and Grushenka will be happy again. For the last five years she’s been wretched. But who can reproach her, who can boast of her favor? Only that bedridden old merchant, but he is more like her father, her friend, her protector. He found her then in despair, in agony, deserted by the man she loved. She was ready to drown herself then, but the old merchant saved her—saved her!", "pos": 362819}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "You defend me very kindly, dear young lady. You are in a great hurry about everything,", "pos": 363822}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Defend you! Is it for me to defend you? Should I dare to defend you? Grushenka, angel, give me your hand. Look at that charming soft little hand, Alexey Fyodorovitch! Look at it! It has brought me happiness and has lifted me up, and I’m going to kiss it, outside and inside, here, here, here!", "pos": 363936}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Perhaps there’s rather too much rapture,", "pos": 364486}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You won’t make me blush, dear young lady, kissing my hand like this before Alexey Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 364613}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Do you think I meant to make you blush?", "pos": 364711}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Yes, and you too perhaps quite misunderstand me, dear young lady. Maybe I’m not so good as I seem to you. I’ve a bad heart; I will have my own way. I fascinated poor Dmitri Fyodorovitch that day simply for fun.", "pos": 364842}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But now you’ll save him. You’ve given me your word. You’ll explain it all to him. You’ll break to him that you have long loved another man, who is now offering you his hand.", "pos": 365055}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Oh, no! I didn’t give you my word to do that. It was you kept talking about that. I didn’t give you my word.", "pos": 365231}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Then I didn’t quite understand you,", "pos": 365342}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Oh, no, angel lady, I’ve promised nothing. You see at once, dear young lady, what a willful wretch I am compared with you. If I want to do a thing I do it. I may have made you some promise just now. But now again I’m thinking: I may take to Mitya again. I liked him very much once—liked him for almost a whole hour. Now maybe I shall go and tell him to stay with me from this day forward. You see, I’m so changeable.", "pos": 365450}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Just now you said—something quite different,", "pos": 365959}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Ah, just now! But, you know. I’m such a soft-hearted, silly creature. Only think what he’s gone through on my account! What if when I go home I feel sorry for him? What then?", "pos": 366043}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I never expected—", "pos": 366220}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Ah, young lady, how good and generous you are compared with me! Now perhaps you won’t care for a silly creature like me, now you know my character. Give me your sweet little hand, angelic lady. Here, dear young lady, I’ll take your hand and kiss it as you did mine. You kissed mine three times, but I ought to kiss yours three hundred times to be even with you. Well, but let that pass. And then it shall be as God wills. Perhaps I shall be your slave entirely and want to do your bidding like a slave. Let it be as God wills, without any agreements and promises. What a sweet hand—what a sweet hand you have! You sweet young lady, you incredible beauty!", "pos": 366240}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Do you know, angel lady, do you know, after all, I think I won’t kiss your hand?", "pos": 367672}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "As you please. What’s the matter with you?", "pos": 367855}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "So that you may be left to remember that you kissed my hand, but I didn’t kiss yours.", "pos": 367943}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Insolent creature!", "pos": 368124}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Vile slut! Go away!", "pos": 368402}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Go away! You’re a creature for sale!", "pos": 368530}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "For sale indeed! You used to visit gentlemen in the dusk for money once; you brought your beauty for sale. You see, I know.", "pos": 368654}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not a step, not a word! Don’t speak, don’t answer her. She’ll go away—she’ll go at once.", "pos": 368882}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I will go away,", "pos": 369088}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Alyosha, darling, see me home!", "pos": 369158}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Go away—go away, make haste!", "pos": 369191}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Dear little Alyosha, see me home! I’ve got a pretty little story to tell you on the way. I got up this scene for your benefit, Alyosha. See me home, dear, you’ll be glad of it afterwards.", "pos": 369269}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I warned you,", "pos": 369673}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I tried to prevent your doing this. You’re too impulsive. How could you do such a thing? You don’t know these creatures, and they say she’s worse than any of them. You are too self-willed.", "pos": 369718}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She’s a tigress!", "pos": 369909}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why did you hold me, Alexey Fyodorovitch? I’d have beaten her—beaten her!", "pos": 369954}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She ought to be flogged in public on a scaffold!", "pos": 370113}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But, my God!", "pos": 370199}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He! He! He could be so dishonorable, so inhuman! Why, he told that creature what happened on that fatal, accursed day! ‘You brought your beauty for sale, dear young lady.’ She knows it! Your brother’s a scoundrel, Alexey Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 370259}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Go away, Alexey Fyodorovitch! It’s shameful, it’s awful for me! To-morrow, I beg you on my knees, come to-morrow. Don’t condemn me. Forgive me. I don’t know what I shall do with myself now!", "pos": 370575}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The young lady forgot to give you this letter from Madame Hohlakov; it’s been left with us since dinner-time.", "pos": 370882}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Your money or your life! So it’s you, Mitya,", "pos": 371565}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Ha ha ha! You didn’t expect me? I wondered where to wait for you. By her house? There are three ways from it, and I might have missed you. At last I thought of waiting here, for you had to pass here, there’s no other way to the monastery. Come, tell me the truth. Crush me like a beetle. But what’s the matter?", "pos": 371670}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Nothing, brother—it’s the fright you gave me. Oh, Dmitri! Father’s blood just now. You almost killed him—cursed him—and now—here—you’re making jokes—‘Your money or your life!’", "pos": 371983}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, what of that? It’s not seemly—is that it? Not suitable in my position?", "pos": 372285}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No—I only—", "pos": 372364}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Stay. Look at the night. You see what a dark night, what clouds, what a wind has risen. I hid here under the willow waiting for you. And as God’s above, I suddenly thought, why go on in misery any longer, what is there to wait for? Here I have a willow, a handkerchief, a shirt, I can twist them into a rope in a minute, and braces besides, and why go on burdening the earth, dishonoring it with my vile presence? And then I heard you coming—Heavens, it was as though something flew down to me suddenly. So there is a man, then, whom I love. Here he is, that man, my dear little brother, whom I love more than any one in the world, the only one I love in the world. And I loved you so much, so much at that moment that I thought, ‘I’ll fall on his neck at once.’ Then a stupid idea struck me, to have a joke with you and scare you. I shouted, like a fool, ‘Your money!’ Forgive my foolery—it was only nonsense, and there’s nothing unseemly in my soul.... Damn it all, tell me what’s happened. What did she say? Strike me, crush me, don’t spare me! Was she furious?”", "pos": 372376}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, not that.... There was nothing like that, Mitya. There—I found them both there.", "pos": 373443}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Both? Whom?", "pos": 373529}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Grushenka at Katerina Ivanovna’s.", "pos": 373543}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Impossible!", "pos": 373603}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You’re raving! Grushenka with her?", "pos": 373627}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "So she wouldn’t kiss her hand! So she didn’t kiss it; so she ran away!", "pos": 374595}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "So the other one called her tigress! And a tigress she is! So she ought to be flogged on a scaffold? Yes, yes, so she ought. That’s just what I think; she ought to have been long ago. It’s like this, brother, let her be punished, but I must get better first. I understand the queen of impudence. That’s her all over! You saw her all over in that hand‐kissing, the she‐devil! She’s magnificent in her own line! So she ran home? I’ll go—ah—I’ll run to her! Alyosha, don’t blame me, I agree that hanging is too good for her.", "pos": 374791}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But Katerina Ivanovna!", "pos": 375315}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I see her, too! I see right through her, as I’ve never done before! It’s a regular discovery of the four continents of the world, that is, of the five! What a thing to do! That’s just like Katya, who was not afraid to face a coarse, unmannerly officer and risk a deadly insult on a generous impulse to save her father! But the pride, the recklessness, the defiance of fate, the unbounded defiance! You say that aunt tried to stop her? That aunt, you know, is overbearing, herself. She’s the sister of the general’s widow in Moscow, and even more stuck‐up than she. But her husband was caught stealing government money. He lost everything, his estate and all, and the proud wife had to lower her colors, and hasn’t raised them since. So she tried to prevent Katya, but she wouldn’t listen to her! She thinks she can overcome everything, that everything will give way to her. She thought she could bewitch Grushenka if she liked, and she believed it herself: she plays a part to herself, and whose fault is it? Do you think she kissed Grushenka’s hand first, on purpose, with a motive? No, she really was fascinated by Grushenka, that’s to say, not by Grushenka, but by her own dream, her own delusion—because it was her dream, her delusion! Alyosha, darling, how did you escape from them, those women? Did you pick up your cassock and run? Ha ha ha!", "pos": 375371}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Brother, you don’t seem to have noticed how you’ve insulted Katerina Ivanovna by telling Grushenka about that day. And she flung it in her face just now that she had gone to gentlemen in secret to sell her beauty! Brother, what could be worse than that insult?", "pos": 376722}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Bah!", "pos": 377125}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, perhaps, I really did tell Grushenka about that ‘fatal day,’ as Katya calls it. Yes, I did tell her, I remember! It was that time at Mokroe. I was drunk, the gypsies were singing.... But I was sobbing. I was sobbing then, kneeling and praying to Katya’s image, and Grushenka understood it. She understood it all then. I remember, she cried herself.... Damn it all! But it’s bound to be so now.... Then she cried, but now ‘the dagger in the heart’! That’s how women are.", "pos": 377329}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, I am a scoundrel, a thorough scoundrel!", "pos": 377844}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It doesn’t matter whether I cried or not, I’m a scoundrel! Tell her I accept the name, if that’s any comfort. Come, that’s enough. Good‐by. It’s no use talking! It’s not amusing. You go your way and I mine. And I don’t want to see you again except as a last resource. Good‐ by, Alexey!", "pos": 377928}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Stay, Alexey, one more confession to you alone!", "pos": 378439}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Look at me. Look at me well. You see here, here—there’s terrible disgrace in store for me.", "pos": 378526}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You know me now, a scoundrel, an avowed scoundrel, but let me tell you that I’ve never done anything before and never shall again, anything that can compare in baseness with the dishonor which I bear now at this very minute on my breast, here, here, which will come to pass, though I’m perfectly free to stop it. I can stop it or carry it through, note that. Well, let me tell you, I shall carry it through. I shan’t stop it. I told you everything just now, but I didn’t tell you this, because even I had not brass enough for it. I can still pull up; if I do, I can give back the full half of my lost honor to‐morrow. But I shan’t pull up. I shall carry out my base plan, and you can bear witness that I told you so beforehand. Darkness and destruction! No need to explain. You’ll find out in due time. The filthy back‐alley and the she‐ devil. Good‐by. Don’t pray for me, I’m not worth it. And there’s no need, no need at all.... I don’t need it! Away!", "pos": 378812}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is weaker, a drowsiness has come over him,", "pos": 382776}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s difficult to rouse him. And he must not be roused. He waked up for five minutes, sent his blessing to the brothers, and begged their prayers for him at night. He intends to take the sacrament again in the morning. He remembered you, Alexey. He asked whether you had gone away, and was told that you were in the town. ‘I blessed him for that work,’ he said, ‘his place is there, not here, for awhile.’ Those were his words about you. He remembered you lovingly, with anxiety; do you understand how he honored you? But how is it that he has decided that you shall spend some time in the world? He must have foreseen something in your destiny! Understand, Alexey, that if you return to the world, it must be to do the duty laid upon you by your elder, and not for frivolous vanity and worldly pleasures.", "pos": 382879}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Alexey Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 385509}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am writing to you without any one’s knowledge, even mamma’s, and I know how wrong it is. But I cannot live without telling you the feeling that has sprung up in my heart, and this no one but us two must know for a time. But how am I to say what I want so much to tell you? Paper, they say, does not blush, but I assure you it’s not true and that it’s blushing just as I am now, all over. Dear Alyosha, I love you, I’ve loved you from my childhood, since our Moscow days, when you were very different from what you are now, and I shall love you all my life. My heart has chosen you, to unite our lives, and pass them together till our old age. Of course, on condition that you will leave the monastery. As for our age we will wait for the time fixed by the law. By that time I shall certainly be quite strong, I shall be walking and dancing. There can be no doubt of that.", "pos": 385543}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You see how I’ve thought of everything. There’s only one thing I can’t imagine: what you’ll think of me when you read this. I’m always laughing and being naughty. I made you angry this morning, but I assure you before I took up my pen, I prayed before the Image of the Mother of God, and now I’m praying, and almost crying.", "pos": 386418}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My secret is in your hands. When you come to‐morrow, I don’t know how I shall look at you. Ah, Alexey Fyodorovitch, what if I can’t restrain myself like a silly and laugh when I look at you as I did to‐day. You’ll think I’m a nasty girl making fun of you, and you won’t believe my letter. And so I beg you, dear one, if you’ve any pity for me, when you come to‐ morrow, don’t look me straight in the face, for if I meet your eyes, it will be sure to make me laugh, especially as you’ll be in that long gown. I feel cold all over when I think of it, so when you come, don’t look at me at all for a time, look at mamma or at the window....", "pos": 386743}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Here I’ve written you a love‐letter. Oh, dear, what have I done? Alyosha, don’t despise me, and if I’ve done something very horrid and wounded you, forgive me. Now the secret of my reputation, ruined perhaps for ever, is in your hands.", "pos": 387382}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I shall certainly cry to‐day. Good‐by till our meeting, our awful meeting.—LISE.", "pos": 387619}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "P.S.—Alyosha! You must, must, must come!—LISE.", "pos": 387701}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Maybe I shall not live through the coming day,", "pos": 388730}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I’ve been teaching you so many years, and therefore I’ve been talking aloud so many years, that I’ve got into the habit of talking, and so much so that it’s almost more difficult for me to hold my tongue than to talk, even now, in spite of my weakness, dear Fathers and brothers,", "pos": 389434}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Love one another, Fathers. Love God’s people. Because we have come here and shut ourselves within these walls, we are no holier than those that are outside, but on the contrary, from the very fact of coming here, each of us has confessed to himself that he is worse than others, than all men on earth.... And the longer the monk lives in his seclusion, the more keenly he must recognize that. Else he would have had no reason to come here. When he realizes that he is not only worse than others, but that he is responsible to all men for all and everything, for all human sins, national and individual, only then the aim of our seclusion is attained. For know, dear ones, that every one of us is undoubtedly responsible for all men and everything on earth, not merely through the general sinfulness of creation, but each one personally for all mankind and every individual man. This knowledge is the crown of life for the monk and for every man. For monks are not a special sort of men, but only what all men ought to be. Only through that knowledge, our heart grows soft with infinite, universal, inexhaustible love. Then every one of you will have the power to win over the whole world by love and to wash away the sins of the world with your tears.... Each of you keep watch over your heart and confess your sins to yourself unceasingly. Be not afraid of your sins, even when perceiving them, if only there be penitence, but make no conditions with God. Again I say, Be not proud. Be proud neither to the little nor to the great. Hate not those who reject you, who insult you, who abuse and slander you. Hate not the atheists, the teachers of evil, the materialists—and I mean not only the good ones—for there are many good ones among them, especially in our day—hate not even the wicked ones. Remember them in your prayers thus: Save, O Lord, all those who have none to pray for them, save too all those who will not pray. And add: it is not in pride that I make this prayer, O Lord, for I am lower than all men.... Love God’s people, let not strangers draw away the flock, for if you slumber in your slothfulness and disdainful pride, or worse still, in covetousness, they will come from all sides and draw away your flock. Expound the Gospel to the people unceasingly ... be not extortionate.... Do not love gold and silver, do not hoard them.... Have faith. Cling to the banner and raise it on high.", "pos": 390243}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "that her son Vassya was certainly alive and he would either come himself very shortly or send a letter, and that she was to go home and expect him.", "pos": 394414}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Would you believe it? the prophecy has been fulfilled literally indeed, and more than that.", "pos": 394568}
{"speaker": "Vassya", "text": "to embrace his mother.", "pos": 395033}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "miracle of prediction All, all, ought to know of it!", "pos": 395118}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "to inform most respectfully his reverence Father Païssy, that he, Rakitin, has a matter to speak of with him, of such gravity that he dare not defer it for a moment, and humbly begs forgiveness for his presumption.", "pos": 395461}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "We shall see greater things!", "pos": 396108}
{"speaker": "Monks", "text": "We shall see greater things, greater things yet!", "pos": 396155}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "till it be more fully confirmed, seeing there is so much credulity among those of this world, and indeed this might well have chanced naturally,", "pos": 396336}
{"speaker": "monk from Obdorsk", "text": "How can you presume to do such things?", "pos": 397064}
{"speaker": "beekeeper", "text": "Maybe he will speak as you are a stranger and maybe you’ll get nothing out of him,", "pos": 400128}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "Do you want me to bow down to you, monk? Get up! Blessing, be blessed! Sit beside me. Where have you come from?", "pos": 400584}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "From the little Obdorsk monastery, from St. Sylvester,", "pos": 401706}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "I have been at your Sylvester’s. I used to stay there. Is Sylvester well? You are a senseless lot! How do you keep the fasts?", "pos": 401882}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "Our dietary is according to the ancient conventual rules. During Lent there are no meals provided for Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. For Tuesday and Thursday we have white bread, stewed fruit with honey, wild berries, or salt cabbage and wholemeal stirabout. On Saturday white cabbage soup, noodles with peas, kasha, all with hemp oil. On weekdays we have dried fish and kasha with the cabbage soup. From Monday till Saturday evening, six whole days in Holy Week, nothing is cooked, and we have only bread and water, and that sparingly; if possible not taking food every day, just the same as is ordered for first week in Lent. On Good Friday nothing is eaten. In the same way on the Saturday we have to fast till three o’clock, and then take a little bread and water and drink a single cup of wine. On Holy Thursday we drink wine and have something cooked without oil or not cooked at all, inasmuch as the Laodicean council lays down for Holy Thursday: ‘It is unseemly by remitting the fast on the Holy Thursday to dishonor the whole of Lent!’ This is how we keep the fast. But what is that compared with you, holy Father. It is unseemly by remitting the fast on the Holy Thursday to dishonor the whole of Lent! for all the year round, even at Easter, you take nothing but bread and water, and what we should eat in two days lasts you full seven. It’s truly marvelous—your great abstinence.", "pos": 402032}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "And mushrooms?", "pos": 403379}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "Mushrooms?", "pos": 403429}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "Yes. I can give up their bread, not needing it at all, and go away into the forest and live there on the mushrooms or the berries, but they can’t give up their bread here, wherefore they are in bondage to the devil. Nowadays the unclean deny that there is need of such fasting. Haughty and unclean is their judgment.", "pos": 403471}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "Och, true,", "pos": 403790}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "And have you seen devils among them?", "pos": 403820}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "Among them? Among whom?", "pos": 403875}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "I went to the Father Superior on Trinity Sunday last year, I haven’t been since. I saw a devil sitting on one man’s chest hiding under his cassock, only his horns poked out; another had one peeping out of his pocket with such sharp eyes, he was afraid of me; another settled in the unclean belly of one, another was hanging round a man’s neck, and so he was carrying him about without seeing him.", "pos": 403926}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "You—can see spirits?", "pos": 404325}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "I tell you I can see, I can see through them. When I was coming out from the Superior’s I saw one hiding from me behind the door, and a big one, a yard and a half or more high, with a thick long gray tail, and the tip of his tail was in the crack of the door and I was quick and slammed the door, pinching his tail in it. He squealed and began to struggle, and I made the sign of the cross over him three times. And he died on the spot like a crushed spider. He must have rotted there in the corner and be stinking, but they don’t see, they don’t smell it. It’s a year since I have been there. I reveal it to you, as you are a stranger.", "pos": 404367}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "Your words are terrible! But, holy and blessed Father, is it true, as they noise abroad even to distant lands about you, that you are in continual communication with the Holy Ghost?", "pos": 405006}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "He does fly down at times.", "pos": 405234}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "How does he fly down? In what form?", "pos": 405263}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "As a bird.", "pos": 405301}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "The Holy Ghost in the form of a dove?", "pos": 405314}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "There’s the Holy Ghost and there’s the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit can appear as other birds—sometimes as a swallow, sometimes a goldfinch and sometimes as a blue‐tit.", "pos": 405354}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "How do you know him from an ordinary tit?", "pos": 405525}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "He speaks.", "pos": 405569}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "How does he speak, in what language?", "pos": 405582}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "Human language.", "pos": 405621}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "And what does he tell you?", "pos": 405639}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "Why, to‐day he told me that a fool would visit me and would ask me unseemly questions. You want to know too much, monk.", "pos": 405668}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "Terrible are your words, most holy and blessed Father,", "pos": 405790}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "Do you see this tree?", "pos": 405933}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "I do, blessed Father.", "pos": 405995}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "You think it’s an elm, but for me it has another shape.", "pos": 406019}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "What sort of shape?", "pos": 406077}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "It happens at night. You see those two branches? In the night it is Christ holding out His arms to me and seeking me with those arms, I see it clearly and tremble. It’s terrible, terrible!", "pos": 406153}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "What is there terrible if it’s Christ Himself?", "pos": 406344}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "Why, He’ll snatch me up and carry me away.", "pos": 406393}
{"speaker": "the monk", "text": "Alive?", "pos": 406438}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "In the spirit and glory of Elijah, haven’t you heard? He will take me in His arms and bear me away.", "pos": 406447}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Are your people expecting you, my son? Haven’t they need of you? Didn’t you promise some one yesterday to see them to‐day?", "pos": 408418}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I did promise—to my father—my brothers—others too.", "pos": 408564}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "You see, you must go. Don’t grieve. Be sure I shall not die without your being by to hear my last word. To you I will say that word, my son, it will be my last gift to you. To you, dear son, because you love me. But now go to keep your promise.", "pos": 408617}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Remember, young man, unceasingly, that the science of this world, which has become a great power, has, especially in the last century, analyzed everything divine handed down to us in the holy books. After this cruel analysis the learned of this world have nothing left of all that was sacred of old. But they have only analyzed the parts and overlooked the whole, and indeed their blindness is marvelous. Yet the whole still stands steadfast before their eyes, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Has it not lasted nineteen centuries, is it not still a living, a moving power in the individual soul and in the masses of people? It is still as strong and living even in the souls of atheists, who have destroyed everything! For even those who have renounced Christianity and attack it, in their inmost being still follow the Christian ideal, for hitherto neither their subtlety nor the ardor of their hearts has been able to create a higher ideal of man and of virtue than the ideal given by Christ of old. When it has been attempted, the result has been only grotesque. Remember this especially, young man, since you are being sent into the world by your departing elder. Maybe, remembering this great day, you will not forget my words, uttered from the heart for your guidance, seeing you are young, and the temptations of the world are great and beyond your strength to endure. Well, now go, my orphan.", "pos": 409289}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "perhaps that’s just what had passed between them. Why so? Even if my father has something to say to me alone, why should I go in unseen? Most likely in his excitement yesterday he meant to say something different. And my father?", "pos": 411075}
{"speaker": "Marfa", "text": "He is up, taking his coffee,", "pos": 412061}
{"speaker": "The old man", "text": "The coffee is cold. I won’t offer you any. I’ve ordered nothing but a Lenten fish soup to‐day, and I don’t invite any one to share it. Why have you come?", "pos": 412843}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To find out how you are,", "pos": 413019}
{"speaker": "The old man", "text": "Yes. Besides, I told you to come yesterday. It’s all of no consequence. You need not have troubled. But I knew you’d come poking in directly. Red’s better. It’s just like the hospital in a white one. Well, how are things over there? How is your elder?", "pos": 413060}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He is very bad; he may die to‐day,", "pos": 413591}
{"speaker": "The old man", "text": "Ivan’s gone out. He is doing his utmost to carry off Mitya’s betrothed. That’s what he is staying here for,", "pos": 413723}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Surely he did not tell you so?", "pos": 413919}
{"speaker": "The old man", "text": "Yes, he did, long ago. Would you believe it, he told me three weeks ago? You don’t suppose he too came to murder me, do you? He must have had some object in coming.", "pos": 413967}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you mean? Why do you say such things?", "pos": 414134}
{"speaker": "The old man", "text": "He doesn’t ask for money, it’s true, but yet he won’t get a farthing from me. I intend living as long as possible, you may as well know, my dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, and so I need every farthing, and the longer I live, the more I shall need it,", "pos": 414206}
{"speaker": "Father Fyodorovitch", "text": "I can still pass for a man at five and fifty, but I want to pass for one for another twenty years. As I get older, you know, I shan’t be a pretty object. The wenches won’t come to me of their own accord, so I shall want my money. So I am saving up more and more, simply for myself, my dear son Alexey Fyodorovitch. You may as well know. For I mean to go on in my sins to the end, let me tell you. For sin is sweet; all abuse it, but all men live in it, only others do it on the sly, and I openly. And so all the other sinners fall upon me for being so simple. And your paradise, Alexey Fyodorovitch, is not to my taste, let me tell you that; and it’s not the proper place for a gentleman, your paradise, even if it exists. I believe that I fall asleep and don’t wake up again, and that’s all. You can pray for my soul if you like. And if you don’t want to, don’t, damn you! That’s my philosophy. Ivan talked well here yesterday, though we were all drunk. Ivan is a conceited coxcomb, but he has no particular learning ... nor education either. He sits silent and smiles at one without speaking—that’s what pulls him through. Why won’t he talk to me? If he does speak, he gives himself airs. Your Ivan is a scoundrel! And I’ll marry Grushenka in a minute if I want to. For if you’ve money, Alexey Fyodorovitch, you have only to want a thing and you can have it. That’s what Ivan is afraid of, he is on the watch to prevent me getting married and that’s why he is egging on Mitya to marry Grushenka himself. He hopes to keep me from Grushenka by that (as though I should leave him my money if I don’t marry her!). Besides if Mitya marries Grushenka, Ivan will carry off his rich betrothed, that’s what he’s reckoning on! He is a scoundrel, your Ivan!", "pos": 414610}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "How cross you are! It’s because of yesterday; you had better lie down,", "pos": 416399}
{"speaker": "Father Fyodorovitch", "text": "There! you say that, and I am not angry with you. But if Ivan said it, I should be angry with him. It is only with you I have good moments, else you know I am an ill‐natured man.", "pos": 416486}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You are not ill‐natured, but distorted,", "pos": 416748}
{"speaker": "Father Fyodorovitch", "text": "Listen. I meant this morning to get that ruffian Mitya locked up and I don’t know now what I shall decide about it. Of course in these fashionable days fathers and mothers are looked upon as a prejudice, but even now the law does not allow you to drag your old father about by the hair, to kick him in the face in his own house, and brag of murdering him outright—all in the presence of witnesses. If I liked, I could crush him and could have him locked up at once for what he did yesterday. Ivan has dissuaded me. I shouldn’t care about Ivan, but there’s another thing. If I send the ruffian to prison, she’ll hear of it and run to see him at once. But if she hears that he has beaten me, a weak old man, within an inch of my life, she may give him up and come to me.... For that’s her way, everything by contraries. I know her through and through! Won’t you have a drop of brandy? Take some cold coffee and I’ll pour a quarter of a glass of brandy into it, it’s delicious, my boy.", "pos": 416817}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, thank you. I’ll take that roll with me if I may. And you’d better not have brandy, either,", "pos": 417921}
{"speaker": "Father Fyodorovitch", "text": "You are quite right, it irritates my nerves instead of soothing them. Only one little glass. I’ll get it out of the cupboard. That’s enough. One glass won’t kill me.", "pos": 418171}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "In a better humor now,", "pos": 418474}
{"speaker": "Father Fyodorovitch", "text": "Um! I love you even without the brandy, but with scoundrels I am a scoundrel. Ivan is not going to Tchermashnya—why is that? He wants to spy how much I give Grushenka if she comes. They are all scoundrels! But I don’t recognize Ivan, I don’t know him at all. Where does he come from? He is not one of us in soul. As though I’d leave him anything! I shan’t leave a will at all, you may as well know. And I’ll crush Mitya like a beetle. I squash black‐beetles at night with my slipper; they squelch when you tread on them. And your Mitya will squelch too. Your Mitya, for you love him. Yes, you love him and I am not afraid of your loving him. But if Ivan loved him I should be afraid for myself at his loving him. But Ivan loves nobody. Ivan is not one of us. People like Ivan are not our sort, my boy. They are like a cloud of dust. When the wind blows, the dust will be gone.... I had a silly idea in my head when I told you to come to‐day; I wanted to find out from you about Mitya. If I were to hand him over a thousand or maybe two now, would the beggarly wretch agree to take himself off altogether for five years or, better still, thirty‐five, and without Grushenka, and give her up once for all, eh?", "pos": 418522}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I—I’ll ask him,", "pos": 419731}
{"speaker": "Father Fyodorovitch", "text": "That’s nonsense! You needn’t ask him now, no need! I’ve changed my mind. It was a nonsensical idea of mine. I won’t give him anything, not a penny, I want my money myself. There you see how dearly these fine young ladies love a rake and a scoundrel. They are poor creatures I tell you, those pale young ladies, very different from—Ah, if I had his youth and the looks I had then (for I was better‐looking than he at eight and twenty) I’d have been a conquering hero just as he is. He is a low cad! But he shan’t have Grushenka, anyway, he shan’t! I’ll crush him! You can go. There’s nothing for you to do here to‐day. What’s that for? We shall see each other again, or do you think we shan’t?", "pos": 419819}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Not at all, I didn’t mean anything.", "pos": 421098}
{"speaker": "Father Fyodorovitch", "text": "Nor did I, I did not mean anything. Listen, listen, make haste and come again and I’ll have a fish soup for you, a fine one, not like to‐day. Be sure to come! Come to‐morrow, do you hear, to‐morrow! I won’t have more!", "pos": 421136}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "When I used to wear a satchel like yours, I always used to carry it on my left side, so as to have my right hand free, but you’ve got yours on your right side. So it will be awkward for you to get at it.", "pos": 424051}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But he is left‐handed,", "pos": 424599}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He even throws stones with his left hand,", "pos": 424724}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Give it him, hit him back, Smurov,", "pos": 424963}
{"speaker": "boys", "text": "He aimed it at you, he meant it for you. You are Karamazov, Karamazov! Come, all throw at him at once!", "pos": 425365}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What are you about! Aren’t you ashamed? Six against one! Why, you’ll kill him,", "pos": 425729}
{"speaker": "a boy in a red shirt", "text": "He began first! He is a beast, he stabbed Krassotkin in class the other day with a penknife. It bled. Krassotkin wouldn’t tell tales, but he must be thrashed.", "pos": 425938}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But what for? I suppose you tease him.", "pos": 426156}
{"speaker": "children", "text": "There, he sent a stone in your back again, he knows you. It’s you he is throwing at now, not us. Come, all of you, at him again, don’t miss, Smurov!", "pos": 426197}
{"speaker": "the boy in the jacket", "text": "You don’t know what a beast he is, Karamazov, killing is too good for him,", "pos": 426634}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What’s wrong with him? is he a tell‐tale or what?", "pos": 426787}
{"speaker": "boy in the jacket", "text": "Are you going that way, to Mihailovsky? Catch him up.... You see he’s stopped again, he is waiting and looking at you.", "pos": 426909}
{"speaker": "other boys", "text": "He is looking at you. Don’t go near him, he’ll hurt you,", "pos": 427054}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I shan’t ask him about the wisp of tow, for I expect you tease him with that question somehow. But I’ll find out from him why you hate him so.", "pos": 427335}
{"speaker": "boys", "text": "Find out then, find out, he won’t be afraid of you. He will stab you in a minute, on the sly, as he did Krassotkin.", "pos": 427480}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "I am alone, and there are six of them. I’ll beat them all, alone!", "pos": 428530}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I think one of the stones must have hurt you badly,", "pos": 428636}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "But I hit Smurov on the head!", "pos": 428708}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "They told me that you know me, and that you threw a stone at me on purpose. I don’t know you. Do you know me?", "pos": 428755}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Let me alone!", "pos": 428932}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Very well, I am going; only I don’t know you and I don’t tease you. They told me how they tease you, but I don’t want to tease you. Good‐by!", "pos": 429101}
{"speaker": "boy", "text": "Monk in silk trousers!", "pos": 429244}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "So you’ll hit a man from behind! They tell the truth, then, when they say that you attack on the sly. Aren’t you ashamed? What have I done to you?", "pos": 429619}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Very well, you see how badly you’ve bitten me. That’s enough, isn’t it? Now tell me, what have I done to you? Though I don’t know you and it’s the first time I’ve seen you, yet I must have done something to you—you wouldn’t have hurt me like this for nothing. So what have I done? How have I wronged you, tell me?", "pos": 430775}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Did you get my letter about the new miracle?", "pos": 432093}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 432173}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Did you show it to every one? He restored the son to his mother!", "pos": 432180}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He is dying to‐day,", "pos": 432247}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I have heard, I know, oh, how I long to talk to you, to you or some one, about all this. No, to you, to you! And how sorry I am I can’t see him! The whole town is in excitement, they are all suspense. But now— do you know Katerina Ivanovna is here now?", "pos": 432283}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, that’s lucky,", "pos": 432537}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I know, I know all. I’ve heard exactly what happened yesterday—and the atrocious behavior of that—creature. C’est tragique, and if I’d been in her place I don’t know what I should have done. And your brother Dmitri Fyodorovitch, what do you think of him?—my goodness! Alexey Fyodorovitch, I am forgetting, only fancy; your brother is in there with her, not that dreadful brother who was so shocking yesterday, but the other, Ivan Fyodorovitch, he is sitting with her talking; they are having a serious conversation. If you could only imagine what’s passing between them now—it’s awful, I tell you it’s lacerating, it’s like some incredible tale of horror. They are ruining their lives for no reason any one can see. They both recognize it and revel in it. I’ve been watching for you! I’ve been thirsting for you! It’s too much for me, that’s the worst of it. I’ll tell you all about it presently, but now I must speak of something else, the most important thing—I had quite forgotten what’s most important. Tell me, why has Lise been in hysterics? As soon as she heard you were here, she began to be hysterical!", "pos": 432662}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Maman, it’s you who are hysterical now, not I,", "pos": 433776}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "And no wonder, Lise, no wonder ... your caprices will make me hysterical too. But she is so ill, Alexey Fyodorovitch, she has been so ill all night, feverish and moaning! I could hardly wait for the morning and for Herzenstube to come. He says that he can make nothing of it, that we must wait. Herzenstube always comes and says that he can make nothing of it. As soon as you approached the house, she screamed, fell into hysterics, and insisted on being wheeled back into this room here.", "pos": 434085}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Mamma, I didn’t know he had come. It wasn’t on his account I wanted to be wheeled into this room. That’s not true, Lise, Yulia ran to tell you that Alexey Fyodorovitch was coming. She was on the look‐out for you. My darling mamma, it’s not at all clever of you. But if you want to make up for it and say something very clever, dear mamma, you’d better tell our honored visitor, Alexey Fyodorovitch, that he has shown his want of wit by venturing to us after what happened yesterday and although every one is laughing at him.", "pos": 434576}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Lise, you go too far. I declare I shall have to be severe. Who laughs at him? I am so glad he has come, I need him, I can’t do without him. Oh, Alexey Fyodorovitch, I am exceedingly unhappy! Ah, your caprices, Lise, your fidgetiness, your illness, that awful night of fever, that awful everlasting Herzenstube, everlasting, everlasting, that’s the worst of it! Everything, in fact, everything.... Even that miracle, too! Oh, how it has upset me, how it has shattered me, that miracle, dear Alexey Fyodorovitch! And that tragedy in the drawing‐room, it’s more than I can bear, I warn you. I can’t bear it. A comedy, perhaps, not a tragedy. Tell me, will Father Zossima live till to‐morrow, will he? Oh, my God! What is happening to me? Every minute I close my eyes and see that it’s all nonsense, all nonsense.", "pos": 435107}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I should be very grateful, if you could give me a clean rag to bind up my finger with. I have hurt it, and it’s very painful.", "pos": 435971}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Good heavens, what a wound, how awful!", "pos": 436250}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Come, come here. No nonsense now! Good heavens, why did you stand there saying nothing about it all this time? He might have bled to death, mamma! How did you do it? Water, water! You must wash it first of all, simply hold it in cold water to stop the pain, and keep it there, keep it there.... Make haste, mamma, some water in a slop‐basin. But do make haste,", "pos": 436381}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Shouldn’t we send for Herzenstube?", "pos": 436852}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Mamma, you’ll be the death of me. Your Herzenstube will come and say that he can make nothing of it! Water, water! Mamma, for goodness’ sake go yourself and hurry Yulia, she is such a slowcoach and never can come quickly! Make haste, mamma, or I shall die.", "pos": 436912}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why, it’s nothing much,", "pos": 437171}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Some lint, mamma, for mercy’s sake, bring some lint and that muddy caustic lotion for wounds, what’s it called? We’ve got some. You know where the bottle is, mamma; it’s in your bedroom in the right‐hand cupboard, there’s a big bottle of it there with the lint.", "pos": 437296}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I’ll bring everything in a minute, Lise, only don’t scream and don’t fuss. You see how bravely Alexey Fyodorovitch bears it. Where did you get such a dreadful wound, Alexey Fyodorovitch?", "pos": 437560}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "First of all, answer the question, where did you get hurt like this? How can you, and in that dress too, associate with schoolboys? You are nothing but a boy yourself if you can do that, a perfect boy! But you must find out for me about that horrid boy and tell me all about it, for there’s some mystery in it. Now for the second thing, but first a question: does the pain prevent you talking about utterly unimportant things, but talking sensibly?", "pos": 437815}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Of course not, and I don’t feel much pain now.", "pos": 438649}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "That’s because your finger is in the water. It must be changed directly, for it will get warm in a minute. Yulia, bring some ice from the cellar and another basin of water. Now she is gone, I can speak; will you give me the letter I sent you yesterday, dear Alexey Fyodorovitch—be quick, for mamma will be back in a minute and I don’t want—", "pos": 438698}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I haven’t got the letter.", "pos": 439041}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "That’s not true, you have. I knew you would say that. You’ve got it in that pocket. I’ve been regretting that joke all night. Give me back the letter at once, give it me.", "pos": 439069}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ve left it at home.", "pos": 439242}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "But you can’t consider me as a child, a little girl, after that silly joke! I beg your pardon for that silliness, but you must bring me the letter, if you really haven’t got it—bring it to‐day, you must, you must.", "pos": 439266}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To‐day I can’t possibly, for I am going back to the monastery and I shan’t come and see you for the next two days—three or four perhaps—for Father Zossima—", "pos": 439482}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Four days, what nonsense! Listen. Did you laugh at me very much?", "pos": 439640}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I didn’t laugh at all.", "pos": 439707}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Why not?", "pos": 439732}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Because I believed all you said.", "pos": 439743}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "You are insulting me!", "pos": 439778}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Not at all. As soon as I read it, I thought that all that would come to pass, for as soon as Father Zossima dies, I am to leave the monastery. Then I shall go back and finish my studies, and when you reach the legal age we will be married. I shall love you. Though I haven’t had time to think about it, I believe I couldn’t find a better wife than you, and Father Zossima tells me I must marry.", "pos": 439802}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "But I am a cripple, wheeled about in a chair,", "pos": 440199}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ll wheel you about myself, but I’m sure you’ll get well by then.", "pos": 440279}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "But you are mad, to make all this nonsense out of a joke! Here’s mamma, very à propos, perhaps. Mamma, how slow you always are, how can you be so long! And here’s Yulia with the ice!", "pos": 440348}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Oh, Lise, don’t scream, above all things don’t scream. That scream drives me ... How can I help it when you put the lint in another place? I’ve been hunting and hunting—I do believe you did it on purpose.", "pos": 440557}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "But I couldn’t tell that he would come with a bad finger, or else perhaps I might have done it on purpose. My darling mamma, you begin to say really witty things.", "pos": 440764}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Never mind my being witty, but I must say you show nice feeling for Alexey Fyodorovitch’s sufferings! Oh, my dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, what’s killing me is no one thing in particular, not Herzenstube, but everything together, that’s what is too much for me.", "pos": 440929}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "That’s enough, mamma, enough about Herzenstube. Make haste with the lint and the lotion, mamma. That’s simply Goulard’s water, Alexey Fyodorovitch, I remember the name now, but it’s a splendid lotion. Would you believe it, mamma, on the way here he had a fight with the boys in the street, and it was a boy bit his finger, isn’t he a child, a child himself? Is he fit to be married after that? For only fancy, he wants to be married, mamma. Just think of him married, wouldn’t it be funny, wouldn’t it be awful? Why married, Lise? What makes you talk of such a thing? It’s quite out of place—and perhaps the boy was rabid.", "pos": 441189}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Why, mamma! As though there were rabid boys! Why not, Lise, as though I had said something stupid! Your boy might have been bitten by a mad dog and he would become mad and bite any one near him. How well she has bandaged it, Alexey Fyodorovitch! I couldn’t have done it. Do you still feel the pain?", "pos": 441919}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It’s nothing much now.", "pos": 442222}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "You don’t feel afraid of water?", "pos": 442247}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Come, that’s enough, Lise, perhaps I really was rather too quick talking of the boy being rabid, and you pounced upon it at once Katerina Ivanovna has only just heard that you are here, Alexey Fyodorovitch, she simply rushed at me, she’s dying to see you, dying!", "pos": 442293}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Ach, mamma, go to them yourself. He can’t go just now, he is in too much pain.", "pos": 442558}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Not at all, I can go quite well,", "pos": 442638}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "What! You are going away? Is that what you say?", "pos": 442687}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Well, when I’ve seen them, I’ll come back here and we can talk as much as you like. But I should like to see Katerina Ivanovna at once, for I am very anxious to be back at the monastery as soon as I can.", "pos": 442737}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Mamma, take him away quickly. Alexey Fyodorovitch, don’t trouble to come and see me afterwards, but go straight back to your monastery and a good riddance. I want to sleep, I didn’t sleep all night.", "pos": 442943}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Ah, Lise, you are only making fun, but how I wish you would sleep!", "pos": 443144}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t know what I’ve done.... I’ll stay another three minutes, five if you like,", "pos": 443236}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Even five! Do take him away quickly, mamma, he is a monster.", "pos": 443339}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Lise, you are crazy. Let us go, Alexey Fyodorovitch, she is too capricious to‐day. I am afraid to cross her. Oh, the trouble one has with nervous girls! Perhaps she really will be able to sleep after seeing you. How quickly you have made her sleepy, and how fortunate it is!", "pos": 443402}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ah, mamma, how sweetly you talk! I must kiss you for it, mamma.", "pos": 443679}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "And I kiss you too, Lise. Listen, Alexey Fyodorovitch. I don’t want to suggest anything, I don’t want to lift the veil, you will see for yourself what’s going on. It’s appalling. It’s the most fantastic farce. She loves your brother, Ivan, and she is doing her utmost to persuade herself she loves your brother, Dmitri. It’s appalling! I’ll go in with you, and if they don’t turn me out, I’ll stay to the end.", "pos": 443745}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "A minute! Stay another minute! I want to hear the opinion of this person here whom I trust absolutely. Don’t go away. You are all my friends here, all I have in the world, my dear friends. You, Alexey Fyodorovitch, were witness yesterday of that abominable scene, and saw what I did. You did not see it, Ivan Fyodorovitch, he did. What he thought of me yesterday I don’t know. I only know one thing, that if it were repeated to‐day, this minute, I should express the same feelings again as yesterday—the same feelings, the same words, the same actions. You remember my actions, Alexey Fyodorovitch; you checked me in one of them I must tell you that I can’t get over it. Listen, Alexey Fyodorovitch. I don’t even know whether I still love him. I feel pity for him, and that is a poor sign of love. If I loved him, if I still loved him, perhaps I shouldn’t be sorry for him now, but should hate him.", "pos": 448925}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "That’s true, that’s true,", "pos": 450304}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Wait, dear. I haven’t told you the chief, the final decision I came to during the night. I feel that perhaps my decision is a terrible one—for me, but I foresee that nothing will induce me to change it—nothing. It will be so all my life. My dear, kind, ever‐faithful and generous adviser, the one friend I have in the world, Ivan Fyodorovitch, with his deep insight into the heart, approves and commends my decision. He knows it.", "pos": 450355}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, I approve of it,", "pos": 450787}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "But I should like Alyosha, too (Ah! Alexey Fyodorovitch, forgive my calling you simply Alyosha), I should like Alexey Fyodorovitch, too, to tell me before my two friends whether I am right. I feel instinctively that you, Alyosha, my dear brother (for you are a dear brother to me). I foresee that your decision, your approval, will bring me peace, in spite of all my sufferings, for, after your words, I shall be calm and submit—I feel that.", "pos": 450855}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t know what you are asking me. I only know that I love you and at this moment wish for your happiness more than my own!... But I know nothing about such affairs,", "pos": 451367}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "In such affairs, Alexey Fyodorovitch, in such affairs, the chief thing is honor and duty and something higher—I don’t know what—but higher perhaps even than duty. I am conscious of this irresistible feeling in my heart, and it compels me irresistibly. But it may all be put in two words. I’ve already decided, even if he marries that—creature, whom I never, never can forgive, even then I will not abandon him. Henceforward I will never, never abandon him! Not that I would run after him continually, get in his way and worry him. Oh, no! I will go away to another town—where you like—but I will watch over him all my life—I will watch over him all my life unceasingly. When he becomes unhappy with that woman, and that is bound to happen quite soon, let him come to me and he will find a friend, a sister.... Only a sister, of course, and so for ever; but he will learn at least that that sister is really his sister, who loves him and has sacrificed all her life to him. I will gain my point. I will insist on his knowing me and confiding entirely in me, without reserve. I will be a god to whom he can pray—and that, at least, he owes me for his treachery and for what I suffered yesterday through him. And let him see that all my life I will be true to him and the promise I gave him, in spite of his being untrue and betraying me. I will—I will become nothing but a means for his happiness, or—how shall I say?—an instrument, a machine for his happiness, and that for my whole life, my whole life, and that he may see that all his life! That’s my decision. Ivan Fyodorovitch fully approves me.", "pos": 451604}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I’ve only expressed my own view. From any one else, this would have been affected and overstrained, but from you—no. Any other woman would have been wrong, but you are right. I don’t know how to explain it, but I see that you are absolutely genuine and, therefore, you are right.", "pos": 453799}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "But that’s only for the moment. And what does this moment stand for? Nothing but yesterday’s insult.", "pos": 454092}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Quite so, quite so, in any one else this moment would be only due to yesterday’s impression and would be only a moment. But with Katerina Ivanovna’s character, that moment will last all her life. What for any one else would be only a promise is for her an everlasting burdensome, grim perhaps, but unflagging duty. And she will be sustained by the feeling of this duty being fulfilled. Your life, Katerina Ivanovna, will henceforth be spent in painful brooding over your own feelings, your own heroism, and your own suffering; but in the end that suffering will be softened and will pass into sweet contemplation of the fulfillment of a bold and proud design. Yes, proud it certainly is, and desperate in any case, but a triumph for you. And the consciousness of it will at last be a source of complete satisfaction and will make you resigned to everything else.", "pos": 454307}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Oh, dear, how mistaken it all is!", "pos": 455409}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Alexey Fyodorovitch, you speak. I want dreadfully to know what you will say! It’s nothing, nothing! I’m upset, I didn’t sleep last night. But by the side of two such friends as you and your brother I still feel strong—for I know—you two will never desert me.", "pos": 455474}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Unluckily I am obliged to return to Moscow—perhaps to‐morrow—and to leave you for a long time—And, unluckily, it’s unavoidable,", "pos": 455847}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "To‐morrow—to Moscow! but—but, dear me, how fortunate! Oh, not fortunate that I am losing you, of course not. Such a friend as you are could not suppose that. I am only too unhappy at losing you. But what is fortunate is that you will be able in Moscow to see auntie and Agafya and to tell them all the horror of my present position. You can speak with complete openness to Agafya, but spare dear auntie. You will know how to do that. You can’t think how wretched I was yesterday and this morning, wondering how I could write them that dreadful letter—for one can never tell such things in a letter.... Now it will be easy for me to write, for you will see them and explain everything. Oh, how glad I am! But I am only glad of that, believe me. Of course, no one can take your place.... I will run at once to write the letter,", "pos": 455997}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "And what about Alyosha and his opinion, which you were so desperately anxious to hear?", "pos": 457433}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I had not forgotten that, and why are you so antagonistic at such a moment? What I said, I repeat. I must have his opinion. More than that, I must have his decision! As he says, so it shall be. You see how anxious I am for your words, Alexey Fyodorovitch.... But what’s the matter?", "pos": 457593}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I couldn’t have believed it. I can’t understand it!", "pos": 457986}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "What? What?", "pos": 458076}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He is going to Moscow, and you cry out that you are glad. You said that on purpose! And you begin explaining that you are not glad of that but sorry to be—losing a friend. But that was acting, too—you were playing a part—as in a theater!", "pos": 458090}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "In a theater? What? What do you mean?", "pos": 458330}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Though you assure him you are sorry to lose a friend in him, you persist in telling him to his face that it’s fortunate he is going. What are you talking about? I don’t understand. I don’t understand myself.... I seemed to see in a flash ... I know I am not saying it properly, but I’ll say it all the same. What I see is that perhaps you don’t love Dmitri at all ... and never have, from the beginning.... And Dmitri, too, has never loved you ... and only esteems you.... I really don’t know how I dare to say all this, but somebody must tell the truth ... for nobody here will tell the truth.", "pos": 458454}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "What truth?", "pos": 459189}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ll tell you. Call Dmitri; I will fetch him—and let him come here and take your hand and take Ivan’s and join your hands. For you’re torturing Ivan, simply because you love him—and torturing him, because you love Dmitri through ‘self‐laceration’—with an unreal love—because you’ve persuaded yourself.", "pos": 459275}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "you ... you ... you are a little religious idiot—that’s what you are!", "pos": 459704}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You are mistaken, my good Alyosha. Katerina Ivanovna has never cared for me! She has known all the time that I cared for her—though I never said a word of my love to her—she knew, but she didn’t care for me. I have never been her friend either, not for one moment; she is too proud to need my friendship. She kept me at her side as a means of revenge. She revenged with me and on me all the insults which she has been continually receiving from Dmitri ever since their first meeting. For even that first meeting has rankled in her heart as an insult—that’s what her heart is like! She has talked to me of nothing but her love for him. I am going now; but, believe me, Katerina Ivanovna, you really love him. And the more he insults you, the more you love him—that’s your ‘laceration.’ You love him just as he is; you love him for insulting you. If he reformed, you’d give him up at once and cease to love him. But you need him so as to contemplate continually your heroic fidelity and to reproach him for infidelity. And it all comes from your pride. Oh, there’s a great deal of humiliation and self‐abasement about it, but it all comes from pride.... I am too young and I’ve loved you too much. I know that I ought not to say this, that it would be more dignified on my part simply to leave you, and it would be less offensive for you. But I am going far away, and shall never come back.... It is for ever. I don’t want to sit beside a ‘laceration.’... But I don’t know how to speak now. I’ve said everything.... Good‐by, Katerina Ivanovna; you can’t be angry with me, for I am a hundred times more severely punished than you, if only by the fact that I shall never see you again. Good‐by! I don’t want your hand. You have tortured me too deliberately for me to be able to forgive you at this moment. I shall forgive you later, but now I don’t want your hand. ‘Den Dank, Dame, begehr ich nicht,’", "pos": 459917}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ivan! Come back, Ivan! No, nothing will induce him to come back now! but it’s my fault, my fault. I began it! Ivan spoke angrily, wrongly. Unjustly and angrily. He must come back here, come back,", "pos": 462235}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "You have done no harm. You behaved beautifully, like an angel. I will do my utmost to prevent Ivan Fyodorovitch from going.", "pos": 462600}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I have a great favor to ask of you, Alexey Fyodorovitch. A week—yes, I think it was a week ago—Dmitri Fyodorovitch was guilty of a hasty and unjust action—a very ugly action. There is a low tavern here, and in it he met that discharged officer, that captain, whom your father used to employ in some business. Dmitri Fyodorovitch somehow lost his temper with this captain, seized him by the beard and dragged him out into the street and for some distance along it, in that insulting fashion. And I am told that his son, a boy, quite a child, who is at the school here, saw it and ran beside them crying and begging for his father, appealing to every one to defend him, while every one laughed. You must forgive me, Alexey Fyodorovitch, I cannot think without indignation of that disgraceful action of his ... one of those actions of which only Dmitri Fyodorovitch would be capable in his anger ... and in his passions! I can’t describe it even.... I can’t find my words. I’ve made inquiries about his victim, and find he is quite a poor man. His name is Snegiryov. He did something wrong in the army and was discharged. I can’t tell you what. And now he has sunk into terrible destitution, with his family—an unhappy family of sick children, and, I believe, an insane wife. He has been living here a long time; he used to work as a copying clerk, but now he is getting nothing. I thought if you ... that is I thought ... I don’t know. I am so confused. You see, I wanted to ask you, my dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, to go to him, to find some excuse to go to them—I mean to that captain—oh, goodness, how badly I explain it!—and delicately, carefully, as only you know how to manage to give him this assistance, these two hundred roubles. He will be sure to take it.... I mean, persuade him to take it.... Or, rather, what do I mean? You see it’s not by way of compensation to prevent him from taking proceedings (for I believe he meant to), but simply a token of sympathy, of a desire to assist him from me, Dmitri Fyodorovitch’s betrothed, not from himself.... But you know.... I would go myself, but you’ll know how to do it ever so much better. He lives in Lake Street, in the house of a woman called Kalmikov.... For God’s sake, Alexey Fyodorovitch, do it for me, and now ... now I am rather ... tired. Good‐ by!", "pos": 462942}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, charming, generous. Oh, how I love her, especially sometimes, and how glad I am again of everything! Dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, you didn’t know, but I must tell you, that we all, all—both her aunts, I and all of us, Lise, even—have been hoping and praying for nothing for the last month but that she may give up your favorite Dmitri, who takes no notice of her and does not care for her, and may marry Ivan Fyodorovitch—such an excellent and cultivated young man, who loves her more than anything in the world. We are in a regular plot to bring it about, and I am even staying on here perhaps on that account.", "pos": 465769}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But she has been crying—she has been wounded again,", "pos": 466472}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Never trust a woman’s tears, Alexey Fyodorovitch. I am never for the women in such cases. I am always on the side of the men.", "pos": 466541}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Mamma, you are spoiling him,", "pos": 466669}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, it was all my fault. I am horribly to blame,", "pos": 466748}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Quite the contrary; you behaved like an angel, like an angel. I am ready to say so a thousand times over.", "pos": 466902}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Mamma, how has he behaved like an angel?", "pos": 467010}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I somehow fancied all at once, that she loved Ivan, and so I said that stupid thing.... What will happen now?", "pos": 467083}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "To whom, to whom? Mamma, you really want to be the death of me. I ask you and you don’t answer.", "pos": 467246}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Katerina Ivanovna is ill.... She is crying, struggling ... hysterics.", "pos": 467389}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "What is the matter? Mamma, I shall be having hysterics, and not she!", "pos": 467461}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Lise, for mercy’s sake, don’t scream, don’t persecute me. At your age one can’t know everything that grown‐up people know. I’ll come and tell you everything you ought to know. Oh, mercy on us! I am coming, I am coming.... Hysterics is a good sign, Alexey Fyodorovitch; it’s an excellent thing that she is hysterical. That’s just as it ought to be. In such cases I am always against the woman, against all these feminine tears and hysterics. Run and say, Yulia, that I’ll fly to her. As for Ivan Fyodorovitch’s going away like that, it’s her own fault. But he won’t go away. Lise, for mercy’s sake, don’t scream! Oh, yes; you are not screaming. It’s I am screaming. Forgive your mamma; but I am delighted, delighted, delighted! Did you notice, Alexey Fyodorovitch, how young, how young Ivan Fyodorovitch was just now when he went out, when he said all that and went out? I thought he was so learned, such a savant, and all of a sudden he behaved so warmly, openly, and youthfully, with such youthful inexperience, and it was all so fine, like you.... And the way he repeated that German verse, it was just like you! But I must fly, I must fly! Alexey Fyodorovitch, make haste to carry out her commission, and then make haste back. Lise, do you want anything now? For mercy’s sake, don’t keep Alexey Fyodorovitch a minute. He will come back to you at once.", "pos": 467573}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "On no account. On no account now. Speak through the door. How have you come to be an angel? That’s the only thing I want to know.", "pos": 469027}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "For an awful piece of stupidity, Lise! Good‐by!", "pos": 469173}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Don’t dare to go away like that!", "pos": 469223}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Lise, I have a real sorrow! I’ll be back directly, but I have a great, great sorrow! But what do I know about it? What can I tell about such things? Oh, being ashamed would be nothing; shame is only the punishment I deserve. The trouble is I shall certainly have caused more unhappiness.... And Father Zossima sent me to reconcile and bring them together. Is this the way to bring them together? Though I acted quite sincerely, I must be more sensible in the future,", "pos": 469278}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Who’s there?", "pos": 473095}
{"speaker": "Varvara", "text": "It’s a monk come to beg for the monastery. A nice place to come to!", "pos": 475866}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "No, Varvara, you are wrong. Allow me to ask, what has brought you to—our retreat?", "pos": 476077}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I am Alexey Karamazov,", "pos": 477368}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "I quite understand that, sir. I am Captain Snegiryov, sir, but I am still desirous to know precisely what has led you—", "pos": 477417}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, I’ve come for nothing special. I wanted to have a word with you—if only you allow me.", "pos": 477621}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "In that case, here is a chair, sir; kindly be seated. That’s what they used to say in the old comedies, ‘kindly be seated,’ Nikolay Ilyitch Snegiryov, sir, formerly a captain in the Russian infantry, put to shame for his vices, but still a captain. Though I might not be one now for the way I talk; for the last half of my life I’ve learnt to say ‘sir.’ It’s a word you use when you’ve come down in the world.", "pos": 477713}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "That’s very true. But is it used involuntarily or on purpose?", "pos": 478403}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "As God’s above, it’s involuntary, and I usen’t to use it! I didn’t use the word ‘sir’ all my life, but as soon as I sank into low water I began to say ‘sir.’ It’s the work of a higher power. I see you are interested in contemporary questions, but how can I have excited your curiosity, living as I do in surroundings impossible for the exercise of hospitality?", "pos": 478485}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ve come—about that business.", "pos": 478848}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "About what business?", "pos": 478881}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "About your meeting with my brother Dmitri Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 478941}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "What meeting, sir? You don’t mean that meeting? About my ‘wisp of tow,’ then?", "pos": 479030}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What wisp of tow?", "pos": 479230}
{"speaker": "Schoolboy", "text": "He is come to complain of me, father! father! I bit his finger just now.", "pos": 479268}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "What! Did he bite your finger? Was it your finger he bit?", "pos": 479797}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes. He was throwing stones with other schoolboys. There were six of them against him alone. I went up to him, and he threw a stone at me and then another at my head. I asked him what I had done to him. And then he rushed at me and bit my finger badly, I don’t know why.", "pos": 479897}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "I’ll thrash him, sir, at once—this minute!", "pos": 480170}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But I am not complaining at all, I am simply telling you ... I don’t want him to be thrashed. Besides, he seems to be ill.", "pos": 480252}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "And do you suppose I’d thrash him? That I’d take my Ilusha and thrash him before you for your satisfaction? Would you like it done at once, sir? I am sorry about your finger, sir; but instead of thrashing Ilusha, would you like me to chop off my four fingers with this knife here before your eyes to satisfy your just wrath? I should think four fingers would be enough to satisfy your thirst for vengeance. You won’t ask for the fifth one too?", "pos": 480377}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I think I understand it all now. So your boy is a good boy, he loves his father, and he attacked me as the brother of your assailant.... Now I understand it. But my brother Dmitri Fyodorovitch regrets his action, I know that, and if only it is possible for him to come to you, or better still, to meet you in that same place, he will ask your forgiveness before every one—if you wish it.", "pos": 481066}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "After pulling out my beard, you mean, he will ask my forgiveness? And he thinks that will be a satisfactory finish, doesn’t he?", "pos": 481547}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, no! On the contrary, he will do anything you like and in any way you like.", "pos": 481677}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "So if I were to ask his highness to go down on his knees before me in that very tavern—‘The Metropolis’ it’s called—or in the market‐place, he would do it?", "pos": 481758}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, he would even go down on his knees.", "pos": 481916}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "You’ve pierced me to the heart, sir. Touched me to tears and pierced me to the heart! I am only too sensible of your brother’s generosity. Allow me to introduce my family, my two daughters and my son—my litter. If I die, who will care for them, and while I live who but they will care for a wretch like me? That’s a great thing the Lord has ordained for every man of my sort, sir. For there must be some one able to love even a man like me.", "pos": 481959}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, that’s perfectly true!", "pos": 482402}
{"speaker": "Girl by the window", "text": "Oh, do leave off playing the fool! Some idiot comes in, and you put us to shame!", "pos": 482450}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Wait a little, Varvara! That’s her character. And in all nature there was naught That could find favor in his eyes— But now let me present you to my wife, Arina Petrovna. She is crippled, she is forty‐ three; she can move, but very little. She is of humble origin. Arina Petrovna, compose your countenance. This is Alexey Fyodorovitch Karamazov. Get up, Alexey Fyodorovitch. You must stand up to be introduced to a lady. It’s not the Karamazov, mamma, who ... h’m ... etcetera, but his brother, radiant with modest virtues. Come, Arina Petrovna, come, mamma, first your hand to be kissed.", "pos": 482634}
{"speaker": "Arina Petrovna", "text": "Good morning! Sit down, Mr. Tchernomazov,", "pos": 483693}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Karamazov, mamma, Karamazov. We are of humble origin,", "pos": 483747}
{"speaker": "Arina Petrovna", "text": "Well, Karamazov, or whatever it is, but I always think of Tchernomazov.... Sit down. Why has he pulled you up? He calls me crippled, but I am not, only my legs are swollen like barrels, and I am shriveled up myself. Once I used to be so fat, but now it’s as though I had swallowed a needle.", "pos": 483823}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "We are of humble origin,", "pos": 484116}
{"speaker": "Hunchback girl", "text": "Oh, father, father!", "pos": 484171}
{"speaker": "Girl at the window", "text": "Buffoon!", "pos": 484314}
{"speaker": "Mother", "text": "Have you heard our news? It’s like clouds coming over; the clouds pass and we have music again. When we were with the army, we used to have many such guests. I don’t mean to make any comparisons; every one to their taste. The deacon’s wife used to come then and say, ‘Alexandr Alexandrovitch is a man of the noblest heart, but Nastasya Petrovna,’ she would say, ‘is of the brood of hell.’ ‘Well,’ I said, ‘that’s a matter of taste; but you are a little spitfire.’ ‘And you want keeping in your place,’ says she. ‘You black sword,’ said I, ‘who asked you to teach me?’ ‘But my breath,’ says she, ‘is clean, and yours is unclean.’ ‘You ask all the officers whether my breath is unclean.’ And ever since then I had it in my mind. Not long ago I was sitting here as I am now, when I saw that very general come in who came here for Easter, and I asked him: ‘Your Excellency,’ said I, ‘can a lady’s breath be unpleasant?’ ‘Yes,’ he answered; ‘you ought to open a window‐ pane or open the door, for the air is not fresh here.’ And they all go on like that! And what is my breath to them? The dead smell worse still! ‘I won’t spoil the air,’ said I, ‘I’ll order some slippers and go away.’ My darlings, don’t blame your own mother! Nikolay Ilyitch, how is it I can’t please you? There’s only Ilusha who comes home from school and loves me. Yesterday he brought me an apple. Forgive your own mother—forgive a poor lonely creature! Why has my breath become unpleasant to you?", "pos": 484361}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Mamma, mamma, my dear, give over! You are not lonely. Every one loves you, every one adores you. There, you see, you hear?", "pos": 485981}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I see and hear,", "pos": 486360}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Father. Father, father, how can you—with him! Let him alone!", "pos": 486396}
{"speaker": "Varvara", "text": "Do give over fooling, showing off your silly antics which never lead to anything!", "pos": 486532}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Your anger is quite just this time, Varvara, and I’ll make haste to satisfy you. Come, put on your cap, Alexey Fyodorovitch, and I’ll put on mine. We will go out. I have a word to say to you in earnest, but not within these walls. This girl sitting here is my daughter Nina; I forgot to introduce her to you. She is a heavenly angel incarnate ... who has flown down to us mortals,... if you can understand.", "pos": 486665}
{"speaker": "Varvara", "text": "There he is shaking all over, as though he is in convulsions!", "pos": 487074}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "And she there stamping her foot at me and calling me a fool just now, she is a heavenly angel incarnate too, and she has good reason to call me so. Come along, Alexey Fyodorovitch, we must make an end. The air is fresh, but in my apartment it is not so in any sense of the word. Let us walk slowly, sir. I should be glad of your kind interest.", "pos": 487167}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I too have something important to say to you, only I don’t know how to begin.", "pos": 487624}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "To be sure you must have business with me. You would never have looked in upon me without some object. Unless you come simply to complain of the boy, and that’s hardly likely. And, by the way, about the boy: I could not explain to you in there, but here I will describe that scene to you. My tow was thicker a week ago—I mean my beard. That’s the nickname they give to my beard, the schoolboys most of all. Well, your brother Dmitri Fyodorovitch was pulling me by my beard, I’d done nothing, he was in a towering rage and happened to come upon me. He dragged me out of the tavern into the market‐place; at that moment the boys were coming out of school, and with them Ilusha. As soon as he saw me in such a state he rushed up to me. ‘Father,’ he cried, ‘father!’ He caught hold of me, hugged me, tried to pull me away, crying to my assailant, ‘Let go, let go, it’s my father, forgive him!’—yes, he actually cried ‘forgive him.’ He clutched at that hand, that very hand, in his little hands and kissed it.... I remember his little face at that moment, I haven’t forgotten it and I never shall! Let go, let go, it’s my father, forgive him! forgive him.", "pos": 487724}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I swear, that my brother will express his most deep and sincere regret, even if he has to go down on his knees in that same market‐place.... I’ll make him or he is no brother of mine!", "pos": 488819}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Aha, then it’s only a suggestion! And it does not come from him but simply from the generosity of your own warm heart. You should have said so. No, in that case allow me to tell you of your brother’s highly chivalrous soldierly generosity, for he did give expression to it at the time. He left off dragging me by my beard and released me: ‘You are an officer,’ he said, ‘and I am an officer, if you can find a decent man to be your second send me your challenge. I will give satisfaction, though you are a scoundrel.’ That’s what he said. A chivalrous spirit indeed! I retired with Ilusha, and that scene is a family record imprinted for ever on Ilusha’s soul. No, it’s not for us to claim the privileges of noblemen. Judge for yourself. You’ve just been in our mansion, what did you see there? Three ladies, one a cripple and weak‐minded, another a cripple and hunchback and the third not crippled but far too clever. She is a student, dying to get back to Petersburg, to work for the emancipation of the Russian woman on the banks of the Neva. I won’t speak of Ilusha, he is only nine. I am alone in the world, and if I die, what will become of all of them? I simply ask you that. And if I challenge him and he kills me on the spot, what then? What will become of them? And worse still, if he doesn’t kill me but only cripples me: I couldn’t work, but I should still be a mouth to feed. Who would feed it and who would feed them all? Must I take Ilusha from school and send him to beg in the streets? That’s what it means for me to challenge him to a duel. It’s silly talk and nothing else. You are an officer, and I am an officer, if you can find a decent man to be your second send me your challenge. I will give satisfaction, though you are a scoundrel.", "pos": 489022}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He will beg your forgiveness, he will bow down at your feet in the middle of the market‐place,", "pos": 490617}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "I did think of prosecuting him, but look in our code, could I get much compensation for a personal injury? And then Agrafena Alexandrovna sent for me and shouted at me: ‘Don’t dare to dream of it! If you proceed against him, I’ll publish it to all the world that he beat you for your dishonesty, and then you will be prosecuted.’ I call God to witness whose was the dishonesty and by whose commands I acted, wasn’t it by her own and Fyodor Pavlovitch’s? ‘And what’s more,’ she went on, ‘I’ll dismiss you for good and you’ll never earn another penny from me. I’ll speak to my merchant too’ (that’s what she calls her old man) ‘and he will dismiss you!’ And if he dismisses me, what can I earn then from any one? Those two are all I have to look to, for your Fyodor Pavlovitch has not only given over employing me, for another reason, but he means to make use of papers I’ve signed to go to law against me. And so I kept quiet, and you have seen our retreat. But now let me ask you: did Ilusha hurt your finger much? I didn’t like to go into it in our mansion before him. Don’t dare to dream of it! If you proceed against him, I’ll publish it to all the world that he beat you for your dishonesty, and then you will be prosecuted. And what’s more. I’ll dismiss you for good and you’ll never earn another penny from me. I’ll speak to my merchant too and he will dismiss you!", "pos": 490754}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, very much, and he was in a great fury. He was avenging you on me as a Karamazov, I see that now. But if only you had seen how he was throwing stones at his school‐fellows! It’s very dangerous. They might kill him. They are children and stupid. A stone may be thrown and break somebody’s head.", "pos": 491849}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "That’s just what has happened. He has been bruised by a stone to‐day. Not on the head but on the chest, just above the heart. He came home crying and groaning and now he is ill.", "pos": 492149}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And you know he attacks them first. He is bitter against them on your account. They say he stabbed a boy called Krassotkin with a pen‐knife not long ago.", "pos": 492329}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "I’ve heard about that too, it’s dangerous. Krassotkin is an official here, we may hear more about it.", "pos": 492485}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I would advise you, not to send him to school at all for a time till he is calmer ... and his anger is passed.", "pos": 492589}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Anger! that’s just what it is. He is a little creature, but it’s a mighty anger. You don’t know all, sir. Let me tell you more. Since that incident all the boys have been teasing him about the ‘wisp of tow.’ Schoolboys are a merciless race, individually they are angels, but together, especially in schools, they are often merciless. Their teasing has stirred up a gallant spirit in Ilusha. An ordinary boy, a weak son, would have submitted, have felt ashamed of his father, sir, but he stood up for his father against them all. For his father and for truth and justice. For what he suffered when he kissed your brother’s hand and cried to him ‘Forgive father, forgive him,’—that only God knows—and I, his father. For our children—not your children, but ours—the children of the poor gentlemen looked down upon by every one—know what justice means, sir, even at nine years old. How should the rich know? They don’t explore such depths once in their lives. But at that moment in the square when he kissed his hand, at that moment my Ilusha had grasped all that justice means. That truth entered into him and crushed him for ever, sir. Forgive father, forgive him,", "pos": 492728}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "That very day, sir, he fell ill with fever and was delirious all night. All that day he hardly said a word to me, but I noticed he kept watching me from the corner, though he turned to the window and pretended to be learning his lessons. But I could see his mind was not on his lessons. Next day I got drunk to forget my troubles, sinful man as I am, and I don’t remember much. Mamma began crying, too—I am very fond of mamma—well, I spent my last penny drowning my troubles. Don’t despise me for that, sir, in Russia men who drink are the best. The best men amongst us are the greatest drunkards. I lay down and I don’t remember about Ilusha, though all that day the boys had been jeering at him at school. ‘Wisp of tow,’ they shouted, ‘your father was pulled out of the tavern by his wisp of tow, you ran by and begged forgiveness.’ Wisp of tow, your father was pulled out of the tavern by his wisp of tow, you ran by and begged forgiveness.", "pos": 494051}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "On the third day when he came back from school, I saw he looked pale and wretched.", "pos": 494888}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "What is it?", "pos": 494972}
{"speaker": "Varvara", "text": "You fools and buffoons, can you ever do anything rational?", "pos": 495192}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Quite so, can we ever do anything rational?", "pos": 495253}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Father, father!", "pos": 495798}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Well?", "pos": 495827}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Father, how he treated you then!", "pos": 495868}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "It can’t be helped, Ilusha,", "pos": 495903}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Don’t forgive him, father, don’t forgive him! At school they say that he has paid you ten roubles for it.", "pos": 495941}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "No, Ilusha. I would not take money from him for anything.", "pos": 496049}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Father, father, challenge him to a duel, at school they say you are a coward and won’t challenge him, and that you’ll accept ten roubles from him.", "pos": 496199}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "I can’t challenge him to a duel, Ilusha,", "pos": 496359}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Father,", "pos": 496471}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "anyway don’t forgive it. When I grow up I’ll call him out myself and kill him.", "pos": 496490}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s a sin to kill,", "pos": 496657}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "even in a duel.", "pos": 496687}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Father,", "pos": 496705}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "when I grow up, I’ll knock him down, knock the sword out of his hand, I’ll fall on him, wave my sword over him and say: “I could kill you, but I forgive you, so there!”", "pos": 496724}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Father,", "pos": 497402}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "are the rich people stronger than any one else on earth?", "pos": 497422}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, Ilusha,", "pos": 497481}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "there are no people on earth stronger than the rich.", "pos": 497504}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Father,", "pos": 497559}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I will get rich, I will become an officer and conquer everybody. The Tsar will reward me, I will come back here and then no one will dare—", "pos": 497578}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Father,", "pos": 497773}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "what a horrid town this is.", "pos": 497792}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, Ilusha,", "pos": 497822}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it isn’t a very nice town.", "pos": 497845}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Father, let us move into another town, a nice one,", "pos": 497874}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "where people don’t know about us.", "pos": 497936}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We will move, we will, Ilusha,", "pos": 497972}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "only I must save up for it.", "pos": 498013}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, my boy,", "pos": 499027}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "how about our setting off on our travels?", "pos": 499051}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Look, Ilusha,", "pos": 499495}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it’s time we got out our last year’s kite again. I’ll mend it, where have you put it away?", "pos": 499519}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Father,", "pos": 500133}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "dear father, how he insulted you!", "pos": 500159}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ilusha,", "pos": 500250}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ilusha darling.", "pos": 500275}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, how I would like to make friends with your boy! If you could arrange it—", "pos": 500806}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Certainly, sir,", "pos": 500897}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But now listen to something quite different! I have a message for you. That same brother of mine, Dmitri, has insulted his betrothed, too, a noble‐hearted girl of whom you have probably heard. I have a right to tell you of her wrong; I ought to do so, in fact, for hearing of the insult done to you and learning all about your unfortunate position, she commissioned me at once—just now—to bring you this help from her—but only from her alone, not from Dmitri, who has abandoned her. Nor from me, his brother, nor from any one else, but from her, only from her! She entreats you to accept her help.... You have both been insulted by the same man. She thought of you only when she had just received a similar insult from him—similar in its cruelty, I mean. She comes like a sister to help a brother in misfortune.... She told me to persuade you to take these two hundred roubles from her, as from a sister, knowing that you are in such need. No one will know of it, it can give rise to no unjust slander. There are the two hundred roubles, and I swear you must take them unless—unless all men are to be enemies on earth! But there are brothers even on earth.... You have a generous heart ... you must see that, you must,", "pos": 500937}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "That for me? So much money—two hundred roubles! Good heavens! Why, I haven’t seen so much money for the last four years! Mercy on us! And she says she is a sister.... And is that the truth?", "pos": 502731}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I swear that all I told you is the truth,", "pos": 502923}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Listen, my dear, listen. If I take it, I shan’t be behaving like a scoundrel? In your eyes, Alexey Fyodorovitch, I shan’t be a scoundrel? No, Alexey Fyodorovitch, listen, listen. You are persuading me to take it, saying that it’s a sister sends it, but inwardly, in your heart won’t you feel contempt for me if I take it, eh?", "pos": 503007}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, no, on my salvation I swear I shan’t! And no one will ever know but me—I, you and she, and one other lady, her great friend.", "pos": 503387}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Never mind the lady! Listen, Alexey Fyodorovitch, at a moment like this you must listen, for you can’t understand what these two hundred roubles mean to me now. Besides its being honestly acquired from a ‘sister,’ so highly respected and revered, do you know that now I can look after mamma and Nina, my hunchback angel daughter? Doctor Herzenstube came to me in the kindness of his heart and was examining them both for a whole hour. ‘I can make nothing of it,’ said he, but he prescribed a mineral water which is kept at a chemist’s here. He said it would be sure to do her good, and he ordered baths, too, with some medicine in them. The mineral water costs thirty copecks, and she’d need to drink forty bottles perhaps; so I took the prescription and laid it on the shelf under the ikons, and there it lies. And he ordered hot baths for Nina with something dissolved in them, morning and evening. But how can we carry out such a cure in our mansion, without servants, without help, without a bath, and without water? Nina is rheumatic all over, I don’t think I told you that. All her right side aches at night, she is in agony, and, would you believe it, the angel bears it without groaning for fear of waking us. We eat what we can get, and she’ll only take the leavings, what you’d scarcely give to a dog. ‘I am not worth it, I am taking it from you, I am a burden on you,’ that’s what her angel eyes try to express. We wait on her, but she doesn’t like it. ‘I am a useless cripple, no good to any one.’ As though she were not worth it, when she is the saving of all of us with her angelic sweetness. Without her, without her gentle word it would be hell among us! She softens even Varvara. And don’t judge Varvara harshly either, she is an angel too, she, too, has suffered wrong. She came to us for the summer, and she brought sixteen roubles she had earned by lessons and saved up, to go back with to Petersburg in September, that is now. But we took her money and lived on it, so now she has nothing to go back with. Though indeed she couldn’t go back, for she has to work for us like a slave. She is like an overdriven horse with all of us on her back. She waits on us all, mends and washes, sweeps the floor, puts mamma to bed. And mamma is capricious and tearful and insane! And now I can get a servant with this money, you understand, Alexey Fyodorovitch, I can get medicines for the dear creatures, I can send my student to Petersburg, I can buy beef, I can feed them properly. Good Lord, but it’s a dream! Stay, Alexey Fyodorovitch, stay. Do you know that Ilusha and I will perhaps really carry out our dream. We will buy a horse and cart, a black horse, he insists on its being black, and we will set off as we pretended the other day. I have an old friend, a lawyer in K. province, and I heard through a trustworthy man that if I were to go he’d give me a place as clerk in his office, so, who knows, maybe he would. So I’d just put mamma and Nina in the cart, and Ilusha could drive, and I’d walk, I’d walk.... Why, if I only succeed in getting one debt paid that’s owing me, I should have perhaps enough for that too!", "pos": 503518}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "There would be enough! Katerina Ivanovna will send you as much more as you need, and you know, I have money too, take what you want, as you would from a brother, from a friend, you can give it back later.... (You’ll get rich, you’ll get rich!) And you know you couldn’t have a better idea than to move to another province! It would be the saving of you, especially of your boy—and you ought to go quickly, before the winter, before the cold. You must write to us when you are there, and we will always be brothers.... No, it’s not a dream! What is it?", "pos": 507081}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Alexey Fyodorovitch ... I ... you. I ... you, sir ... wouldn’t you like me to show you a little trick I know? A pretty trick,", "pos": 507991}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What trick?", "pos": 508530}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Why, look. Do you see, do you see? So much for your money! So much for your money! So much for your money! So much for your money! Tell those who sent you that the wisp of tow does not sell his honor. What should I say to my boy if I took money from you for our shame?", "pos": 508583}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "This is serious, serious,", "pos": 511142}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Lise,", "pos": 511468}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Lise has greatly surprised me just now, dear Alexey Fyodorovitch. She touched me, too, and so my heart forgives her everything. Only fancy, as soon as you had gone, she began to be truly remorseful for having laughed at you to‐day and yesterday, though she was not laughing at you, but only joking. But she was seriously sorry for it, almost ready to cry, so that I was quite surprised. She has never been really sorry for laughing at me, but has only made a joke of it. And you know she is laughing at me every minute. But this time she was in earnest. She thinks a great deal of your opinion, Alexey Fyodorovitch, and don’t take offense or be wounded by her if you can help it. I am never hard upon her, for she’s such a clever little thing. Would you believe it? She said just now that you were a friend of her childhood, ‘the greatest friend of her childhood’—just think of that—‘greatest friend’—and what about me? She has very strong feelings and memories, and, what’s more, she uses these phrases, most unexpected words, which come out all of a sudden when you least expect them. She spoke lately about a pine‐tree, for instance: there used to be a pine‐tree standing in our garden in her early childhood. Very likely it’s standing there still; so there’s no need to speak in the past tense. Pine‐trees are not like people, Alexey Fyodorovitch, they don’t change quickly. ‘Mamma,’ she said, ‘I remember this pine‐tree as in a dream,’ only she said something so original about it that I can’t repeat it. Besides, I’ve forgotten it. Well, good‐by! I am so worried I feel I shall go out of my mind. Ah! Alexey Fyodorovitch, I’ve been out of my mind twice in my life. Go to Lise, cheer her up, as you always can so charmingly. Lise,", "pos": 511509}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "here I’ve brought you Alexey Fyodorovitch, whom you insulted so. He is not at all angry, I assure you; on the contrary, he is surprised that you could suppose so.", "pos": 513277}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Merci, maman. Come in, Alexey Fyodorovitch. Mamma has just told me all about the two hundred roubles, Alexey Fyodorovitch, and your taking them to that poor officer ... and she told me all the awful story of how he had been insulted ... and you know, although mamma muddles things ... she always rushes from one thing to another ... I cried when I heard. Well, did you give him the money and how is that poor man getting on?", "pos": 513442}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "The fact is I didn’t give it to him, and it’s a long story,", "pos": 514140}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "So you didn’t give him the money! So you let him run away! Oh, dear, you ought to have run after him!", "pos": 515293}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, Lise; it’s better I didn’t run after him,", "pos": 515397}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "How so? How is it better? Now they are without food and their case is hopeless?", "pos": 515527}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Not hopeless, for the two hundred roubles will still come to them. He’ll take the money to‐morrow. To‐morrow he will be sure to take it. You see, Lise. I made one blunder, but that, even that, is all for the best.", "pos": 515609}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "What blunder, and why is it for the best?", "pos": 515916}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ll tell you. He is a man of weak and timorous character; he has suffered so much and is very good‐natured. I keep wondering why he took offense so suddenly, for I assure you, up to the last minute, he did not know that he was going to trample on the notes. And I think now that there was a great deal to offend him ... and it could not have been otherwise in his position.... To begin with, he was sore at having been so glad of the money in my presence and not having concealed it from me. If he had been pleased, but not so much; if he had not shown it; if he had begun affecting scruples and difficulties, as other people do when they take money, he might still endure to take it. But he was too genuinely delighted, and that was mortifying. Ah, Lise, he is a good and truthful man—that’s the worst of the whole business. All the while he talked, his voice was so weak, so broken, he talked so fast, so fast, he kept laughing such a laugh, or perhaps he was crying—yes, I am sure he was crying, he was so delighted—and he talked about his daughters—and about the situation he could get in another town.... And when he had poured out his heart, he felt ashamed at having shown me his inmost soul like that. So he began to hate me at once. He is one of those awfully sensitive poor people. What had made him feel most ashamed was that he had given in too soon and accepted me as a friend, you see. At first he almost flew at me and tried to intimidate me, but as soon as he saw the money he had begun embracing me; he kept touching me with his hands. This must have been how he came to feel it all so humiliating, and then I made that blunder, a very important one. I suddenly said to him that if he had not money enough to move to another town, we would give it to him, and, indeed, I myself would give him as much as he wanted out of my own money. That struck him all at once. Why, he thought, did I put myself forward to help him? You know, Lise, it’s awfully hard for a man who has been injured, when other people look at him as though they were his benefactors.... I’ve heard that; Father Zossima told me so. I don’t know how to put it, but I have often seen it myself. And I feel like that myself, too. And the worst of it was that though he did not know, up to the very last minute, that he would trample on the notes, he had a kind of presentiment of it, I am sure of that. That’s just what made him so ecstatic, that he had that presentiment.... And though it’s so dreadful, it’s all for the best. In fact, I believe nothing better could have happened.", "pos": 515960}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Why, why could nothing better have happened?", "pos": 518527}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Because if he had taken the money, in an hour after getting home, he would be crying with mortification, that’s just what would have happened. And most likely he would have come to me early to‐morrow, and perhaps have flung the notes at me and trampled upon them as he did just now. But now he has gone home awfully proud and triumphant, though he knows he has ‘ruined himself.’ So now nothing could be easier than to make him accept the two hundred roubles by to‐morrow, for he has already vindicated his honor, tossed away the money, and trampled it under foot.... He couldn’t know when he did it that I should bring it to him again to‐morrow, and yet he is in terrible need of that money. Though he is proud of himself now, yet even to‐day he’ll be thinking what a help he has lost. He will think of it more than ever at night, will dream of it, and by to‐morrow morning he may be ready to run to me to ask forgiveness. It’s just then that I’ll appear. ‘Here, you are a proud man,’ I shall say: ‘you have shown it; but now take the money and forgive us!’ And then he will take it! And then he will take it!", "pos": 518626}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Ah, that’s true! I understand that perfectly now. Ah, Alyosha, how do you know all this? So young and yet he knows what’s in the heart.... I should never have worked it out.", "pos": 519828}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "The great thing now is to persuade him that he is on an equal footing with us, in spite of his taking money from us, and not only on an equal, but even on a higher footing.", "pos": 520004}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "‘On a higher footing’ is charming, Alexey Fyodorovitch; but go on, go on!", "pos": 520218}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You mean there isn’t such an expression as ‘on a higher footing’; but that doesn’t matter because—", "pos": 520293}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Oh, no, of course it doesn’t matter. Forgive me, Alyosha, dear.... You know, I scarcely respected you till now—that is I respected you but on an equal footing; but now I shall begin to respect you on a higher footing. Don’t be angry, dear, at my joking. I am absurd and small, but you, you! Listen, Alexey Fyodorovitch. Isn’t there in all our analysis—I mean your analysis ... no, better call it ours—aren’t we showing contempt for him, for that poor man—in analyzing his soul like this, as it were, from above, eh? In deciding so certainly that he will take the money?", "pos": 520394}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, Lise, it’s not contempt. I was thinking of that on the way here. How can it be contempt when we are all like him, when we are all just the same as he is? For you know we are just the same, no better. If we are better, we should have been just the same in his place.... I don’t know about you, Lise, but I consider that I have a sordid soul in many ways, and his soul is not sordid; on the contrary, full of fine feeling.... No, Lise, I have no contempt for him. Do you know, Lise, my elder told me once to care for most people exactly as one would for children, and for some of them as one would for the sick in hospitals.", "pos": 521009}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Ah, Alexey Fyodorovitch, dear, let us care for people as we would for the sick!", "pos": 521710}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let us, Lise; I am ready. Though I am not altogether ready in myself. I am sometimes very impatient and at other times I don’t see things. It’s different with you.", "pos": 521792}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Ah, I don’t believe it! Alexey Fyodorovitch, how happy I am!", "pos": 521958}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I am so glad you say so, Lise.", "pos": 522021}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Alexey Fyodorovitch, you are wonderfully good, but you are sometimes sort of formal.... And yet you are not a bit formal really. Go to the door, open it gently, and see whether mamma is listening. Come here, Alexey Fyodorovitch. Give me your hand—that’s right. I have to make a great confession, I didn’t write to you yesterday in joke, but in earnest,", "pos": 522054}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, Lise, what a good thing! You know, I was perfectly sure you were in earnest.", "pos": 522737}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Sure? Upon my word! I kiss his hand and he says, ‘What a good thing!’", "pos": 522846}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I should like to please you always, Lise, but I don’t know how to do it,", "pos": 523093}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Alyosha, dear, you are cold and rude. Do you see? He has chosen me as his wife and is quite settled about it. He is sure I was in earnest. What a thing to say! Why, that’s impertinence—that’s what it is.", "pos": 523195}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why, was it wrong of me to feel sure?", "pos": 523401}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Ah, Alyosha, on the contrary, it was delightfully right. Oh, what are you doing?", "pos": 523475}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, forgive me if I shouldn’t.... Perhaps I’m awfully stupid.... You said I was cold, so I kissed you.... But I see it was stupid.", "pos": 523750}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "And in that dress! Alyosha, we must put off kissing. We are not ready for that yet, and we shall have a long time to wait. Tell me rather why you who are so clever, so intellectual, so observant, choose a little idiot, an invalid like me? Ah, Alyosha, I am awfully happy, for I don’t deserve you a bit.", "pos": 523928}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You do, Lise. I shall be leaving the monastery altogether in a few days. If I go into the world, I must marry. I know that. He told me to marry, too. Whom could I marry better than you—and who would have me except you? I have been thinking it over. In the first place, you’ve known me from a child and you’ve a great many qualities I haven’t. You are more light‐ hearted than I am; above all, you are more innocent than I am. I have been brought into contact with many, many things already.... Ah, you don’t know, but I, too, am a Karamazov. What does it matter if you do laugh and make jokes, and at me, too? Go on laughing. I am so glad you do. You laugh like a little child, but you think like a martyr.", "pos": 524366}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Like a martyr? How?", "pos": 525075}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, Lise, your question just now: whether we weren’t showing contempt for that poor man by dissecting his soul—that was the question of a sufferer.... You see, I don’t know how to express it, but any one who thinks of such questions is capable of suffering. Sitting in your invalid chair you must have thought over many things already.", "pos": 525097}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Alyosha, give me your hand. Why are you taking it away? Listen, Alyosha. What will you wear when you come out of the monastery? What sort of suit? Don’t laugh, don’t be angry, it’s very, very important to me.", "pos": 525436}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I haven’t thought about the suit, Lise; but I’ll wear whatever you like.", "pos": 525704}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I should like you to have a dark blue velvet coat, a white piqué waistcoat, and a soft gray felt hat.... Tell me, did you believe that I didn’t care for you when I said I didn’t mean what I wrote?", "pos": 525779}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I didn’t believe it.", "pos": 525978}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Oh, you insupportable person, you are incorrigible.", "pos": 526005}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You see, I knew that you—seemed to care for me, but I pretended to believe that you didn’t care for me to make it—easier for you.", "pos": 526059}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "That makes it worse! Worse and better than all! Alyosha, I am awfully fond of you. Just before you came this morning, I tried my fortune. I decided I would ask you for my letter, and if you brought it out calmly and gave it to me (as might have been expected from you) it would mean that you did not love me at all, that you felt nothing, and were simply a stupid boy, good for nothing, and that I am ruined. But you left the letter at home and that cheered me. You left it behind on purpose, so as not to give it back, because you knew I would ask for it? That was it, wasn’t it?", "pos": 526191}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, Lise, it was not so a bit. The letter is with me now, and it was this morning, in this pocket. Here it is. But I am not going to give it to you. Look at it from here.", "pos": 526774}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Why, then you told a lie? You, a monk, told a lie!", "pos": 527022}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I told a lie if you like. I told a lie so as not to give you back the letter. It’s very precious to me. It always will be, and I won’t give it up to any one!", "pos": 527075}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Alyosha, look at the door. Isn’t mamma listening?", "pos": 527352}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Very well, Lise, I’ll look; but wouldn’t it be better not to look? Why suspect your mother of such meanness?", "pos": 527426}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "What meanness? As for her spying on her daughter, it’s her right, it’s not meanness! You may be sure, Alexey Fyodorovitch, that when I am a mother, if I have a daughter like myself I shall certainly spy on her!", "pos": 527537}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Really, Lise? That’s not right.", "pos": 527775}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Oh, my goodness! What has meanness to do with it? If she were listening to some ordinary worldly conversation, it would be meanness, but when her own daughter is shut up with a young man.... Listen, Alyosha, do you know I shall spy upon you as soon as we are married, and let me tell you I shall open all your letters and read them, so you may as well be prepared.", "pos": 527809}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, of course, if so— only it’s not right.", "pos": 528176}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Ah, how contemptuous! Alyosha, dear, we won’t quarrel the very first day. I’d better tell you the whole truth. Of course, it’s very wrong to spy on people, and, of course, I am not right and you are, only I shall spy on you all the same.", "pos": 528242}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Do, then; you won’t find out anything,", "pos": 528481}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "And, Alyosha, will you give in to me? We must decide that too.", "pos": 528539}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I shall be delighted to, Lise, and certain to, only not in the most important things. Even if you don’t agree with me, I shall do my duty in the most important things.", "pos": 528604}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "That’s right; but let me tell you I am ready to give in to you not only in the most important matters, but in everything. And I am ready to vow to do so now—in everything, and for all my life! and I’ll do it gladly, gladly! What’s more, I’ll swear never to spy on you, never once, never to read one of your letters. For you are right and I am not. And though I shall be awfully tempted to spy, I know that I won’t do it since you consider it dishonorable. You are my conscience now.... Listen, Alexey Fyodorovitch, why have you been so sad lately—both yesterday and to‐day? I know you have a lot of anxiety and trouble, but I see you have some special grief besides, some secret one, perhaps?", "pos": 528774}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, Lise, I have a secret one, too. I see you love me, since you guessed that.", "pos": 529493}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "What grief? What about? Can you tell me?", "pos": 529606}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ll tell you later, Lise—afterwards. Now you wouldn’t understand it perhaps—and perhaps I couldn’t explain it.", "pos": 529681}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I know your brothers and your father are worrying you, too.", "pos": 529821}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, my brothers too,", "pos": 529883}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I don’t like your brother Ivan, Alyosha,", "pos": 529936}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "My brothers are destroying themselves, my father, too. And they are destroying others with them. It’s ‘the primitive force of the Karamazovs,’ as Father Païssy said the other day, a crude, unbridled, earthly force. Does the spirit of God move above that force? Even that I don’t know. I only know that I, too, am a Karamazov.... Me a monk, a monk! Am I a monk, Lise? You said just now that I was.", "pos": 530065}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes, I did.", "pos": 530478}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And perhaps I don’t even believe in God.", "pos": 530492}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "You don’t believe? What is the matter?", "pos": 530535}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And now on the top of it all, my friend, the best man in the world, is going, is leaving the earth! If you knew, Lise, how bound up in soul I am with him! And then I shall be left alone.... I shall come to you, Lise.... For the future we will be together.", "pos": 530764}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes, together, together! Henceforward we shall be always together, all our lives! Listen, kiss me, I allow you. Come, now go. Christ be with you! Make haste back to him while he is alive. I see I’ve kept you cruelly. I’ll pray to‐day for him and you. Alyosha, we shall be happy! Shall we be happy, shall we?", "pos": 531022}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I believe we shall, Lise.", "pos": 531401}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Alexey Fyodorovitch, this is awful. This is all childish nonsense and ridiculous. I trust you won’t dream—It’s foolishness, nothing but foolishness!", "pos": 531723}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Only don’t tell her that, or she will be upset, and that’s bad for her now.", "pos": 531907}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Sensible advice from a sensible young man. Am I to understand that you only agreed with her from compassion for her invalid state, because you didn’t want to irritate her by contradiction?", "pos": 532001}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, no, not at all. I was quite serious in what I said,", "pos": 532192}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "To be serious about it is impossible, unthinkable, and in the first place I shall never be at home to you again, and I shall take her away, you may be sure of that.", "pos": 532276}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But why? It’s all so far off. We may have to wait another year and a half.", "pos": 532443}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Ah, Alexey Fyodorovitch, that’s true, of course, and you’ll have time to quarrel and separate a thousand times in a year and a half. But I am so unhappy! Though it’s such nonsense, it’s a great blow to me. I feel like Famusov in the last scene of Sorrow from Wit. You are Tchatsky and she is Sofya, and, only fancy, I’ve run down to meet you on the stairs, and in the play the fatal scene takes place on the staircase. I heard it all; I almost dropped. So this is the explanation of her dreadful night and her hysterics of late! It means love to the daughter but death to the mother. I might as well be in my grave at once. And a more serious matter still, what is this letter she has written? Show it me at once, at once!", "pos": 532537}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, there’s no need. Tell me, how is Katerina Ivanovna now? I must know.", "pos": 533262}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "She still lies in delirium; she has not regained consciousness. Her aunts are here; but they do nothing but sigh and give themselves airs. Herzenstube came, and he was so alarmed that I didn’t know what to do for him. I nearly sent for a doctor to look after him. He was driven home in my carriage. And on the top of it all, you and this letter! It’s true nothing can happen for a year and a half. In the name of all that’s holy, in the name of your dying elder, show me that letter, Alexey Fyodorovitch. I’m her mother. Hold it in your hand, if you like, and I will read it so.", "pos": 533337}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I won’t show it to you. Even if she sanctioned it, I wouldn’t. I am coming to‐morrow, and if you like, we can talk over many things, but now good‐by!", "pos": 533918}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "With invincible force I am bound to my dear. O Lord, have mercy On her and on me! On her and on me! On her and on me!", "pos": 537278}
{"speaker": "Woman", "text": "Why haven’t you been to see us for so long, Pavel Fyodorovitch? Why do you always look down upon us?", "pos": 537563}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Not at all,", "pos": 537666}
{"speaker": "Woman", "text": "I am awfully fond of verses of all kinds, if they rhyme. Why don’t you go on?", "pos": 538058}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "What do I care for royal wealth If but my dear one be in health? Lord have mercy On her and on me! On her and on me! On her and on me!", "pos": 538188}
{"speaker": "Woman", "text": "It was even better last time. You sang ‘If my darling be in health’; it sounded more tender. I suppose you’ve forgotten to‐day.", "pos": 538324}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Poetry is rubbish!", "pos": 538484}
{"speaker": "Woman", "text": "Oh, no! I am very fond of poetry.", "pos": 538529}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "So far as it’s poetry, it’s essential rubbish. Consider yourself, who ever talks in rhyme? And if we were all to talk in rhyme, even though it were decreed by government, we shouldn’t say much, should we? Poetry is no good, Marya Kondratyevna.", "pos": 538565}
{"speaker": "Woman", "text": "How clever you are! How is it you’ve gone so deep into everything?", "pos": 538811}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I could have done better than that. I could have known more than that, if it had not been for my destiny from my childhood up. I would have shot a man in a duel if he called me names because I am descended from a filthy beggar and have no father. And they used to throw it in my teeth in Moscow. It had reached them from here, thanks to Grigory Vassilyevitch. Grigory Vassilyevitch blames me for rebelling against my birth, but I would have sanctioned their killing me before I was born that I might not have come into the world at all. They used to say in the market, and your mamma too, with great lack of delicacy, set off telling me that her hair was like a mat on her head, and that she was short of five foot by a wee bit. Why talk of a wee bit while she might have said ‘a little bit,’ like every one else? She wanted to make it touching, a regular peasant’s feeling. Can a Russian peasant be said to feel, in comparison with an educated man? He can’t be said to have feeling at all, in his ignorance. From my childhood up when I hear ‘a wee bit,’ I am ready to burst with rage. I hate all Russia, Marya Kondratyevna.", "pos": 538929}
{"speaker": "Woman", "text": "If you’d been a cadet in the army, or a young hussar, you wouldn’t have talked like that, but would have drawn your saber to defend all Russia.", "pos": 540056}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I don’t want to be a hussar, Marya Kondratyevna, and, what’s more, I should like to abolish all soldiers.", "pos": 540202}
{"speaker": "Woman", "text": "And when an enemy comes, who is going to defend us?", "pos": 540310}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "There’s no need of defense. In 1812 there was a great invasion of Russia by Napoleon, first Emperor of the French, father of the present one, and it would have been a good thing if they had conquered us. A clever nation would have conquered a very stupid one and annexed it. We should have had quite different institutions.", "pos": 540364}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "Are they so much better in their own country than we are? I wouldn’t change a dandy I know of for three young Englishmen,", "pos": 540690}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "That’s as one prefers.", "pos": 540917}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "But you are just like a foreigner—just like a most gentlemanly foreigner. I tell you that, though it makes me bashful.", "pos": 540942}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "If you care to know, the folks there and ours here are just alike in their vice. They are swindlers, only there the scoundrel wears polished boots and here he grovels in filth and sees no harm in it. The Russian people want thrashing, as Fyodor Pavlovitch said very truly yesterday, though he is mad, and all his children.", "pos": 541063}
{"speaker": "Woman", "text": "You said yourself you had such a respect for Ivan Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 541388}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "But he said I was a stinking lackey. He thinks that I might be unruly. He is mistaken there. If I had a certain sum in my pocket, I would have left here long ago. Dmitri Fyodorovitch is lower than any lackey in his behavior, in his mind, and in his poverty. He doesn’t know how to do anything, and yet he is respected by every one. I may be only a soup‐maker, but with luck I could open a café restaurant in Petrovka, in Moscow, for my cookery is something special, and there’s no one in Moscow, except the foreigners, whose cookery is anything special. Dmitri Fyodorovitch is a beggar, but if he were to challenge the son of the first count in the country, he’d fight him. Though in what way is he better than I am? For he is ever so much stupider than I am. Look at the money he has wasted without any need!", "pos": 541454}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "It must be lovely, a duel,", "pos": 542267}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "How so?", "pos": 542334}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "It must be so dreadful and so brave, especially when young officers with pistols in their hands pop at one another for the sake of some lady. A perfect picture! Ah, if only girls were allowed to look on, I’d give anything to see one!", "pos": 542344}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "It’s all very well when you are firing at some one, but when he is firing straight in your mug, you must feel pretty silly. You’d be glad to run away, Marya Kondratyevna.", "pos": 542580}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "You don’t mean you would run away?", "pos": 542753}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Whatever you may say, I shall go far away. Life will be bright and gay In the city far away. I shall not grieve, I shall not grieve at all, I don’t intend to grieve at all.", "pos": 542919}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Will my brother Dmitri soon be back?", "pos": 543551}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "How am I to know about Dmitri Fyodorovitch? It’s not as if I were his keeper,", "pos": 543695}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But I simply asked whether you do know?", "pos": 543836}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I know nothing of his whereabouts and don’t want to.", "pos": 543897}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But my brother told me that you let him know all that goes on in the house, and promised to let him know when Agrafena Alexandrovna comes.", "pos": 543952}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "And how did you get in this time, since the gate was bolted an hour ago?", "pos": 544150}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I came in from the back‐alley, over the fence, and went straight to the summer‐house. I hope you’ll forgive me. I was in a hurry to find my brother.", "pos": 544255}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "Ach, as though we could take it amiss in you! For Dmitri Fyodorovitch often goes to the summer‐house in that way. We don’t know he is here and he is sitting in the summer‐house.", "pos": 544449}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I am very anxious to find him, or to learn from you where he is now. Believe me, it’s on business of great importance to him.", "pos": 544691}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "He never tells us,", "pos": 544819}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Though I used to come here as a friend. Dmitri Fyodorovitch has pestered me in a merciless way even here by his incessant questions about the master. ‘What news?’ he’ll ask. ‘What’s going on in there now? Who’s coming and going?’ and can’t I tell him something more. Twice already he’s threatened me with death.", "pos": 544867}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "With death?", "pos": 545207}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Do you suppose he’d think much of that, with his temper, which you had a chance of observing yourself yesterday? He says if I let Agrafena Alexandrovna in and she passes the night there, I’ll be the first to suffer for it. I am terribly afraid of him, and if I were not even more afraid of doing so, I ought to let the police know. God only knows what he might not do!", "pos": 545252}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "His honor said to him the other day, ‘I’ll pound you in a mortar!’", "pos": 545623}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, if it’s pounding in a mortar, it may be only talk. If I could meet him, I might speak to him about that too.", "pos": 545718}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Well, the only thing I can tell you is this. I am here as an old friend and neighbor, and it would be odd if I didn’t come. On the other hand, Ivan Fyodorovitch sent me first thing this morning to your brother’s lodging in Lake Street, without a letter, but with a message to Dmitri Fyodorovitch to go to dine with him at the restaurant here, in the market‐place. I went, but didn’t find Dmitri Fyodorovitch at home, though it was eight o’clock. ‘He’s been here, but he is quite gone,’ those were the very words of his landlady. It’s as though there was an understanding between them. Perhaps at this moment he is in the restaurant with Ivan Fyodorovitch, for Ivan Fyodorovitch has not been home to dinner and Fyodor Pavlovitch dined alone an hour ago, and is gone to lie down. But I beg you most particularly not to speak of me and of what I have told you, for he’d kill me for nothing at all.", "pos": 545853}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother Ivan invited Dmitri to the restaurant to‐day?", "pos": 546802}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "That’s so.", "pos": 546884}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "The Metropolis tavern in the market‐place?", "pos": 546897}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "The very same.", "pos": 546942}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "That’s quite likely. Thank you, Smerdyakov; that’s important. I’ll go there at once.", "pos": 546959}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Don’t betray me,", "pos": 547077}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, no, I’ll go to the tavern as though by chance. Don’t be anxious.", "pos": 547125}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "But wait a minute, I’ll open the gate to you,", "pos": 547196}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No; it’s a short cut, I’ll get over the fence again.", "pos": 547270}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Alyosha, can’t you come up here to me? I shall be awfully grateful.", "pos": 547655}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To be sure I can, only I don’t quite know whether in this dress—", "pos": 547725}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But I am in a room apart. Come up the steps; I’ll run down to meet you.", "pos": 547792}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Shall I order you fish, soup or anything. You don’t live on tea alone, I suppose,", "pos": 548713}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let me have soup, and tea afterwards, I am hungry,", "pos": 548906}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And cherry jam? They have it here. You remember how you used to love cherry jam when you were little?", "pos": 548979}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You remember that? Let me have jam too, I like it still.", "pos": 549083}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I remember everything, Alyosha, I remember you till you were eleven, I was nearly fifteen. There’s such a difference between fifteen and eleven that brothers are never companions at those ages. I don’t know whether I was fond of you even. When I went away to Moscow for the first few years I never thought of you at all. Then, when you came to Moscow yourself, we only met once somewhere, I believe. And now I’ve been here more than three months, and so far we have scarcely said a word to each other. To‐morrow I am going away, and I was just thinking as I sat here how I could see you to say good‐by and just then you passed.", "pos": 549198}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Were you very anxious to see me, then?", "pos": 549828}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Very. I want to get to know you once for all, and I want you to know me. And then to say good‐by. I believe it’s always best to get to know people just before leaving them. I’ve noticed how you’ve been looking at me these three months. There has been a continual look of expectation in your eyes, and I can’t endure that. That’s how it is I’ve kept away from you. But in the end I have learned to respect you. The little man stands firm, I thought. Though I am laughing, I am serious. You do stand firm, don’t you? I like people who are firm like that whatever it is they stand by, even if they are such little fellows as you. Your expectant eyes ceased to annoy me, I grew fond of them in the end, those expectant eyes. You seem to love me for some reason, Alyosha?", "pos": 549869}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I do love you, Ivan. Dmitri says of you—Ivan is a tomb! I say of you, Ivan is a riddle. You are a riddle to me even now. But I understand something in you, and I did not understand it till this morning.", "pos": 550638}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What’s that?", "pos": 550843}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You won’t be angry?", "pos": 550872}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well?", "pos": 550915}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "That you are just as young as other young men of three and twenty, that you are just a young and fresh and nice boy, green in fact! Now, have I insulted you dreadfully?", "pos": 550923}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "On the contrary, I am struck by a coincidence. Would you believe it that ever since that scene with her, I have thought of nothing else but my youthful greenness, and just as though you guessed that, you begin about it. Do you know I’ve been sitting here thinking to myself: that if I didn’t believe in life, if I lost faith in the woman I love, lost faith in the order of things, were convinced in fact that everything is a disorderly, damnable, and perhaps devil‐ridden chaos, if I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment—still I should want to live and, having once tasted of the cup, I would not turn away from it till I had drained it! At thirty, though, I shall be sure to leave the cup, even if I’ve not emptied it, and turn away—where I don’t know. But till I am thirty, I know that my youth will triumph over everything—every disillusionment, every disgust with life. I’ve asked myself many times whether there is in the world any despair that would overcome this frantic and perhaps unseemly thirst for life in me, and I’ve come to the conclusion that there isn’t, that is till I am thirty, and then I shall lose it of myself, I fancy. Some driveling consumptive moralists—and poets especially—often call that thirst for life base. It’s a feature of the Karamazovs, it’s true, that thirst for life regardless of everything; you have it no doubt too, but why is it base? The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them. Here they have brought the soup for you, eat it, it will do you good. It’s first‐rate soup, they know how to make it here. I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha, I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it’s a most precious graveyard, that’s what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I’m convinced in my heart that it’s long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in my emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky—that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach. One loves the first strength of one’s youth. Do you understand anything of my tirade, Alyosha?", "pos": 551094}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I understand too well, Ivan. One longs to love with one’s inside, with one’s stomach. You said that so well and I am awfully glad that you have such a longing for life. I think every one should love life above everything in the world.", "pos": 554053}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Love life more than the meaning of it?", "pos": 554307}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Certainly, love it, regardless of logic as you say, it must be regardless of logic, and it’s only then one will understand the meaning of it. I have thought so a long time. Half your work is done, Ivan, you love life, now you’ve only to try to do the second half and you are saved.", "pos": 554348}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You are trying to save me, but perhaps I am not lost! And what does your second half mean?", "pos": 554632}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why, one has to raise up your dead, who perhaps have not died after all. Come, let me have tea. I am so glad of our talk, Ivan.", "pos": 554725}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I see you are feeling inspired. I am awfully fond of such professions de foi from such—novices. You are a steadfast person, Alexey. Is it true that you mean to leave the monastery?", "pos": 554855}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, my elder sends me out into the world.", "pos": 555038}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "We shall see each other then in the world. We shall meet before I am thirty, when I shall begin to turn aside from the cup. Father doesn’t want to turn aside from his cup till he is seventy, he dreams of hanging on to eighty in fact, so he says. He means it only too seriously, though he is a buffoon. He stands on a firm rock, too, he stands on his sensuality—though after we are thirty, indeed, there may be nothing else to stand on.... But to hang on to seventy is nasty, better only to thirty; one might retain ‘a shadow of nobility’ by deceiving oneself. Have you seen Dmitri to‐day?", "pos": 555083}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, but I saw Smerdyakov. But he begged me not to tell Dmitri that he had told me about him,", "pos": 555674}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Are you frowning on Smerdyakov’s account?", "pos": 555941}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, on his account. Damn him, I certainly did want to see Dmitri, but now there’s no need. But are you really going so soon, brother?", "pos": 556000}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 556162}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Morning? I didn’t say I should go in the morning.... But perhaps it may be the morning. Would you believe it, I dined here to‐day only to avoid dining with the old man, I loathe him so. I should have left long ago, so far as he is concerned. But why are you so worried about my going away? We’ve plenty of time before I go, an eternity!", "pos": 559857}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "If you are going away to‐morrow, what do you mean by an eternity?", "pos": 560196}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But what does it matter to us? We’ve time enough for our talk, for what brought us here. Why do you look so surprised? Answer: why have we met here? To talk of my love for Katerina Ivanovna, of the old man and Dmitri? of foreign travel? of the fatal position of Russia? Of the Emperor Napoleon? Is that it?", "pos": 560264}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No.", "pos": 560589}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Then you know what for. It’s different for other people; but we in our green youth have to settle the eternal questions first of all. That’s what we care about. Young Russia is talking about nothing but the eternal questions now. Just when the old folks are all taken up with practical questions. Why have you been looking at me in expectation for the last three months? To ask me, ‘What do you believe, or don’t you believe at all?’ That’s what your eyes have been meaning for these three months, haven’t they?", "pos": 560595}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Perhaps so. You are not laughing at me, now, Ivan?", "pos": 561109}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Me laughing! I don’t want to wound my little brother who has been watching me with such expectation for three months. Alyosha, look straight at me! Of course I am just such a little boy as you are, only not a novice. And what have Russian boys been doing up till now, some of them, I mean? In this stinking tavern, for instance, here, they meet and sit down in a corner. They’ve never met in their lives before and, when they go out of the tavern, they won’t meet again for forty years. And what do they talk about in that momentary halt in the tavern? Of the eternal questions, of the existence of God and immortality. And those who do not believe in God talk of socialism or anarchism, of the transformation of all humanity on a new pattern, so that it all comes to the same, they’re the same questions turned inside out. And masses, masses of the most original Russian boys do nothing but talk of the eternal questions! Isn’t it so?", "pos": 561180}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, for real Russians the questions of God’s existence and of immortality, or, as you say, the same questions turned inside out, come first and foremost, of course, and so they should,", "pos": 562118}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, Alyosha, it’s sometimes very unwise to be a Russian at all, but anything stupider than the way Russian boys spend their time one can hardly imagine. But there’s one Russian boy called Alyosha I am awfully fond of.", "pos": 562389}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "How nicely you put that in!", "pos": 562611}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, tell me where to begin, give your orders. The existence of God, eh?", "pos": 562667}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Begin where you like. You declared yesterday at father’s that there was no God.", "pos": 562743}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I said that yesterday at dinner on purpose to tease you and I saw your eyes glow. But now I’ve no objection to discussing with you, and I say so very seriously. I want to be friends with you, Alyosha, for I have no friends and want to try it. Well, only fancy, perhaps I too accept God, that’s a surprise for you, isn’t it?", "pos": 562867}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, of course, if you are not joking now.", "pos": 563209}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Joking? I was told at the elder’s yesterday that I was joking. You know, dear boy, there was an old sinner in the eighteenth century who declared that, if there were no God, he would have to be invented. S’il n’existait pas Dieu, il faudrait l’inventer. And man has actually invented God. And what’s strange, what would be marvelous, is not that God should really exist; the marvel is that such an idea, the idea of the necessity of God, could enter the head of such a savage, vicious beast as man. So holy it is, so touching, so wise and so great a credit it does to man. As for me, I’ve long resolved not to think whether man created God or God man. And I won’t go through all the axioms laid down by Russian boys on that subject, all derived from European hypotheses; for what’s a hypothesis there, is an axiom with the Russian boy, and not only with the boys but with their teachers too, for our Russian professors are often just the same boys themselves. And so I omit all the hypotheses. For what are we aiming at now? I am trying to explain as quickly as possible my essential nature, that is what manner of man I am, what I believe in, and for what I hope, that’s it, isn’t it? And therefore I tell you that I accept God simply. But you must note this: if God exists and if He really did create the world, then, as we all know, He created it according to the geometry of Euclid and the human mind with the conception of only three dimensions in space. Yet there have been and still are geometricians and philosophers, and even some of the most distinguished, who doubt whether the whole universe, or to speak more widely the whole of being, was only created in Euclid’s geometry; they even dare to dream that two parallel lines, which according to Euclid can never meet on earth, may meet somewhere in infinity. I have come to the conclusion that, since I can’t understand even that, I can’t expect to understand about God. I acknowledge humbly that I have no faculty for settling such questions, I have a Euclidian earthly mind, and how could I solve problems that are not of this world? And I advise you never to think about it either, my dear Alyosha, especially about God, whether He exists or not. All such questions are utterly inappropriate for a mind created with an idea of only three dimensions. And so I accept God and am glad to, and what’s more, I accept His wisdom, His purpose—which are utterly beyond our ken; I believe in the underlying order and the meaning of life; I believe in the eternal harmony in which they say we shall one day be blended. I believe in the Word to Which the universe is striving, and Which Itself was ‘with God,’ and Which Itself is God and so on, and so on, to infinity. There are all sorts of phrases for it. I seem to be on the right path, don’t I? Yet would you believe it, in the final result I don’t accept this world of God’s, and, although I know it exists, I don’t accept it at all. It’s not that I don’t accept God, you must understand, it’s the world created by Him I don’t and cannot accept. Let me make it plain. I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despicable fabrication of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidian mind of man, that in the world’s finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, of all the blood they’ve shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened with men—but though all that may come to pass, I don’t accept it. I won’t accept it. Even if parallel lines do meet and I see it myself, I shall see it and say that they’ve met, but still I won’t accept it. That’s what’s at the root of me, Alyosha; that’s my creed. I am in earnest in what I say. I began our talk as stupidly as I could on purpose, but I’ve led up to my confession, for that’s all you want. You didn’t want to hear about God, but only to know what the brother you love lives by. And so I’ve told you.", "pos": 563254}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And why did you begin ‘as stupidly as you could’?", "pos": 567518}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "To begin with, for the sake of being Russian. Russian conversations on such subjects are always carried on inconceivably stupidly. And secondly, the stupider one is, the closer one is to reality. The stupider one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while intelligence wriggles and hides itself. Intelligence is a knave, but stupidity is honest and straightforward. I’ve led the conversation to my despair, and the more stupidly I have presented it, the better for me.", "pos": 567610}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You will explain why you don’t accept the world?", "pos": 568100}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "To be sure I will, it’s not a secret, that’s what I’ve been leading up to. Dear little brother, I don’t want to corrupt you or to turn you from your stronghold, perhaps I want to be healed by you. I must make you one confession. I could never understand how one can love one’s neighbors. It’s just one’s neighbors, to my mind, that one can’t love, though one might love those at a distance. I once read somewhere of John the Merciful, a saint, that when a hungry, frozen beggar came to him, he took him into his bed, held him in his arms, and began breathing into his mouth, which was putrid and loathsome from some awful disease. I am convinced that he did that from ‘self‐laceration,’ from the self‐laceration of falsity, for the sake of the charity imposed by duty, as a penance laid on him. For any one to love a man, he must be hidden, for as soon as he shows his face, love is gone.", "pos": 568165}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Father Zossima has talked of that more than once, he, too, said that the face of a man often hinders many people not practiced in love, from loving him. But yet there’s a great deal of love in mankind, and almost Christ‐like love. I know that myself, Ivan.", "pos": 569205}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, I know nothing of it so far, and can’t understand it, and the innumerable mass of mankind are with me there. The question is, whether that’s due to men’s bad qualities or whether it’s inherent in their nature. To my thinking, Christ‐like love for men is a miracle impossible on earth. He was God. But we are not gods. Suppose I, for instance, suffer intensely. Another can never know how much I suffer, because he is another and not I. And what’s more, a man is rarely ready to admit another’s suffering (as though it were a distinction). Why won’t he admit it, do you think? Because I smell unpleasant, because I have a stupid face, because I once trod on his foot. Besides, there is suffering and suffering; degrading, humiliating suffering such as humbles me—hunger, for instance—my benefactor will perhaps allow me; but when you come to higher suffering—for an idea, for instance—he will very rarely admit that, perhaps because my face strikes him as not at all what he fancies a man should have who suffers for an idea. And so he deprives me instantly of his favor, and not at all from badness of heart. Beggars, especially genteel beggars, ought never to show themselves, but to ask for charity through the newspapers. One can love one’s neighbors in the abstract, or even at a distance, but at close quarters it’s almost impossible. If it were as on the stage, in the ballet, where if beggars come in, they wear silken rags and tattered lace and beg for alms dancing gracefully, then one might like looking at them. But even then we should not love them. But enough of that. I simply wanted to show you my point of view. I meant to speak of the suffering of mankind generally, but we had better confine ourselves to the sufferings of the children. That reduces the scope of my argument to a tenth of what it would be. Still we’d better keep to the children, though it does weaken my case. But, in the first place, children can be loved even at close quarters, even when they are dirty, even when they are ugly (I fancy, though, children never are ugly). The second reason why I won’t speak of grown‐up people is that, besides being disgusting and unworthy of love, they have a compensation—they’ve eaten the apple and know good and evil, and they have become ‘like gods.’ They go on eating it still. But the children haven’t eaten anything, and are so far innocent. Are you fond of children, Alyosha? I know you are, and you will understand why I prefer to speak of them. If they, too, suffer horribly on earth, they must suffer for their fathers’ sins, they must be punished for their fathers, who have eaten the apple; but that reasoning is of the other world and is incomprehensible for the heart of man here on earth. The innocent must not suffer for another’s sins, and especially such innocents! You may be surprised at me, Alyosha, but I am awfully fond of children, too. And observe, cruel people, the violent, the rapacious, the Karamazovs are sometimes very fond of children. Children while they are quite little—up to seven, for instance—are so remote from grown‐up people; they are different creatures, as it were, of a different species. I knew a criminal in prison who had, in the course of his career as a burglar, murdered whole families, including several children. But when he was in prison, he had a strange affection for them. He spent all his time at his window, watching the children playing in the prison yard. He trained one little boy to come up to his window and made great friends with him.... You don’t know why I am telling you all this, Alyosha? My head aches and I am sad.", "pos": 569484}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You speak with a strange air, as though you were not quite yourself.", "pos": 573103}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "By the way, a Bulgarian I met lately in Moscow, told me about the crimes committed by Turks and Circassians in all parts of Bulgaria through fear of a general rising of the Slavs. They burn villages, murder, outrage women and children, they nail their prisoners by the ears to the fences, leave them so till morning, and in the morning they hang them—all sorts of things you can’t imagine. People talk sometimes of bestial cruelty, but that’s a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel. The tiger only tears and gnaws, that’s all he can do. He would never think of nailing people by the ears, even if he were able to do it. These Turks took a pleasure in torturing children, too; cutting the unborn child from the mother’s womb, and tossing babies up in the air and catching them on the points of their bayonets before their mothers’ eyes. Doing it before the mothers’ eyes was what gave zest to the amusement. Here is another scene that I thought very interesting. Imagine a trembling mother with her baby in her arms, a circle of invading Turks around her. They’ve planned a diversion: they pet the baby, laugh to make it laugh. They succeed, the baby laughs. At that moment a Turk points a pistol four inches from the baby’s face. The baby laughs with glee, holds out its little hands to the pistol, and he pulls the trigger in the baby’s face and blows out its brains. Artistic, wasn’t it? By the way, Turks are particularly fond of sweet things, they say.", "pos": 573203}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, what are you driving at?", "pos": 574786}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I think if the devil doesn’t exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.", "pos": 574837}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Just as he did God, then?", "pos": 574950}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "‘It’s wonderful how you can turn words,’ as Polonius says in Hamlet", "pos": 574997}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To be shot,", "pos": 586644}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Bravo! If even you say so.... You’re a pretty monk! So there is a little devil sitting in your heart, Alyosha Karamazov! What I said was absurd, but— That’s just the point, that ‘but’! Let me tell you, novice, that the absurd is only too necessary on earth. The world stands on absurdities, and perhaps nothing would have come to pass in it without them. We know what we know!", "pos": 586729}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you know?", "pos": 587151}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I understand nothing. I don’t want to understand anything now. I want to stick to the fact. I made up my mind long ago not to understand. If I try to understand anything, I shall be false to the fact, and I have determined to stick to the fact.", "pos": 587171}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why are you trying me? Will you say what you mean at last?", "pos": 587457}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Of course, I will; that’s what I’ve been leading up to. You are dear to me, I don’t want to let you go, and I won’t give you up to your Zossima.", "pos": 587557}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "That’s rebellion,", "pos": 593307}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Rebellion? I am sorry you call it that. One can hardly live in rebellion, and I want to live. Tell me yourself, I challenge you—answer. Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last, but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature—that baby beating its breast with its fist, for instance—and to found that edifice on its unavenged tears, would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me, and tell the truth.", "pos": 593359}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I wouldn’t consent,", "pos": 593939}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And can you admit the idea that men for whom you are building it would agree to accept their happiness on the foundation of the unexpiated blood of a little victim? And accepting it would remain happy for ever?", "pos": 593986}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I can’t admit it. Brother, you said just now, is there a being in the whole world who would have the right to forgive and could forgive? But there is a Being and He can forgive everything, all and for all, because He gave His innocent blood for all and everything. You have forgotten Him, and on Him is built the edifice, and it is to Him they cry aloud, ‘Thou art just, O Lord, for Thy ways are revealed!’", "pos": 594199}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Ah! the One without sin and His blood! No, I have not forgotten Him; on the contrary I’ve been wondering all the time how it was you did not bring Him in before, for usually all arguments on your side put Him in the foreground. Do you know, Alyosha—don’t laugh! I made a poem about a year ago. If you can waste another ten minutes on me, I’ll tell it to you.", "pos": 594658}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You wrote a poem?", "pos": 595019}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Oh, no, I didn’t write it, and I’ve never written two lines of poetry in my life. But I made up this poem in prose and I remembered it. I was carried away when I made it up. You will be my first reader—that is listener. Why should an author forego even one listener? Shall I tell it to you?", "pos": 595039}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I am all attention,", "pos": 595363}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "My poem is called ‘The Grand Inquisitor’; it’s a ridiculous thing, but I want to tell it to you. Even this must have a preface—that is, a literary preface, and I am a poor hand at making one. You see, my action takes place in the sixteenth century, and at that time, as you probably learnt at school, it was customary in poetry to bring down heavenly powers on earth. Not to speak of Dante, in France, clerks, as well as the monks in the monasteries, used to give regular performances in which the Madonna, the saints, the angels, Christ, and God himself were brought on the stage. In those days it was done in all simplicity. In Victor Hugo’s Notre Dame de Paris an edifying and gratuitous spectacle was provided for the people in the Hôtel de Ville of Paris in the reign of Louis XI. in honor of the birth of the dauphin. It was called Le bon jugement de la très sainte et gracieuse Vierge Marie, and she appears herself on the stage and pronounces her bon jugement. Similar plays, chiefly from the Old Testament, were occasionally performed in Moscow too, up to the times of Peter the Great. But besides plays there were all sorts of legends and ballads scattered about the world, in which the saints and angels and all the powers of Heaven took part when required. In our monasteries the monks busied themselves in translating, copying, and even composing such poems—and even under the Tatars. There is, for instance, one such poem (of course, from the Greek), The Wanderings of Our Lady through Hell, with descriptions as bold as Dante’s. Our Lady visits hell, and the Archangel Michael leads her through the torments. She sees the sinners and their punishment. There she sees among others one noteworthy set of sinners in a burning lake; some of them sink to the bottom of the lake so that they can’t swim out, and ‘these God forgets’—an expression of extraordinary depth and force. And so Our Lady, shocked and weeping, falls before the throne of God and begs for mercy for all in hell—for all she has seen there, indiscriminately. Her conversation with God is immensely interesting. She beseeches Him, she will not desist, and when God points to the hands and feet of her Son, nailed to the Cross, and asks, ‘How can I forgive His tormentors?’ she bids all the saints, all the martyrs, all the angels and archangels to fall down with her and pray for mercy on all without distinction. It ends by her winning from God a respite of suffering every year from Good Friday till Trinity Day, and the sinners at once raise a cry of thankfulness from hell, chanting, ‘Thou art just, O Lord, in this judgment.’ Well, my poem would have been of that kind if it had appeared at that time. He comes on the scene in my poem, but He says nothing, only appears and passes on. Fifteen centuries have passed since He promised to come in His glory, fifteen centuries since His prophet wrote, ‘Behold, I come quickly’; ‘Of that day and that hour knoweth no man, neither the Son, but the Father,’ as He Himself predicted on earth. But humanity awaits him with the same faith and with the same love. Oh, with greater faith, for it is fifteen centuries since man has ceased to see signs from heaven.", "pos": 595399}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And behold, He deigned to appear for a moment to the people, to the tortured, suffering people, sunk in iniquity, but loving Him like children. My story is laid in Spain, in Seville, in the most terrible time of the Inquisition, when fires were lighted every day to the glory of God, and ‘in the splendid auto da fé the wicked heretics were burnt.’ Oh, of course, this was not the coming in which He will appear according to His promise at the end of time in all His heavenly glory, and which will be sudden ‘as lightning flashing from east to west.’ No, He visited His children only for a moment, and there where the flames were crackling round the heretics. In His infinite mercy He came once more among men in that human shape in which He walked among men for three years fifteen centuries ago. He came down to the ‘hot pavements’ of the southern town in which on the day before almost a hundred heretics had, ad majorem gloriam Dei, been burnt by the cardinal, the Grand Inquisitor, in a magnificent auto da fé, in the presence of the king, the court, the knights, the cardinals, the most charming ladies of the court, and the whole population of Seville. He came softly, unobserved, and yet, strange to say, every one recognized Him. That might be one of the best passages in the poem. I mean, why they recognized Him. The people are irresistibly drawn to Him, they surround Him, they flock about Him, follow Him. He moves silently in their midst with a gentle smile of infinite compassion. The sun of love burns in His heart, light and power shine from His eyes, and their radiance, shed on the people, stirs their hearts with responsive love. He holds out His hands to them, blesses them, and a healing virtue comes from contact with Him, even with His garments. An old man in the crowd, blind from childhood, cries out, ‘O Lord, heal me and I shall see Thee!’ and, as it were, scales fall from his eyes and the blind man sees Him. The crowd weeps and kisses the earth under His feet. Children throw flowers before Him, sing, and cry hosannah. ‘It is He—it is He!’ all repeat. ‘It must be He, it can be no one but Him!’ He stops at the steps of the Seville cathedral at the moment when the weeping mourners are bringing in a little open white coffin. In it lies a child of seven, the only daughter of a prominent citizen. The dead child lies hidden in flowers. ‘He will raise your child,’ the crowd shouts to the weeping mother. The priest, coming to meet the coffin, looks perplexed, and frowns, but the mother of the dead child throws herself at His feet with a wail. ‘If it is Thou, raise my child!’ she cries, holding out her hands to Him. The procession halts, the coffin is laid on the steps at His feet. He looks with compassion, and His lips once more softly pronounce, ‘Maiden, arise!’ and the maiden arises. The little girl sits up in the coffin and looks round, smiling with wide‐ open wondering eyes, holding a bunch of white roses they had put in her hand. There are cries, sobs, confusion among the people, and at that moment the cardinal himself, the Grand Inquisitor, passes by the cathedral. He is an old man, almost ninety, tall and erect, with a withered face and sunken eyes, in which there is still a gleam of light. He is not dressed in his gorgeous cardinal’s robes, as he was the day before, when he was burning the enemies of the Roman Church—at this moment he is wearing his coarse, old, monk’s cassock. At a distance behind him come his gloomy assistants and slaves and the ‘holy guard.’ He stops at the sight of the crowd and watches it from a distance. He sees everything; he sees them set the coffin down at His feet, sees the child rise up, and his face darkens. He knits his thick gray brows and his eyes gleam with a sinister fire. He holds out his finger and bids the guards take Him. And such is his power, so completely are the people cowed into submission and trembling obedience to him, that the crowd immediately makes way for the guards, and in the midst of deathlike silence they lay hands on Him and lead Him away. The crowd instantly bows down to the earth, like one man, before the old Inquisitor. He blesses the people in silence and passes on. The guards lead their prisoner to the close, gloomy vaulted prison in the ancient palace of the Holy Inquisition and shut Him in it. The day passes and is followed by the dark, burning, ‘breathless’ night of Seville. The air is ‘fragrant with laurel and lemon.’ In the pitch darkness the iron door of the prison is suddenly opened and the Grand Inquisitor himself comes in with a light in his hand. He is alone; the door is closed at once behind him. He stands in the doorway and for a minute or two gazes into His face. At last he goes up slowly, sets the light on the table and speaks.", "pos": 600098}
{"speaker": "Grand Inquisitor", "text": "Is it Thou? Thou? Don’t answer, be silent. What canst Thou say, indeed? I know too well what Thou wouldst say. And Thou hast no right to add anything to what Thou hadst said of old. Why, then, art Thou come to hinder us? For Thou hast come to hinder us, and Thou knowest that. But dost Thou know what will be to‐ morrow? I know not who Thou art and care not to know whether it is Thou or only a semblance of Him, but to‐morrow I shall condemn Thee and burn Thee at the stake as the worst of heretics. And the very people who have to‐day kissed Thy feet, to‐morrow at the faintest sign from me will rush to heap up the embers of Thy fire. Knowest Thou that? Yes, maybe Thou knowest it,", "pos": 604888}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t quite understand, Ivan. What does it mean? Is it simply a wild fantasy, or a mistake on the part of the old man—some impossible quiproquo?", "pos": 605711}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Take it as the last, if you are so corrupted by modern realism and can’t stand anything fantastic. If you like it to be a case of mistaken identity, let it be so. It is true, the old man was ninety, and he might well be crazy over his set idea. He might have been struck by the appearance of the Prisoner. It might, in fact, be simply his ravings, the delusion of an old man of ninety, over‐excited by the auto da fé of a hundred heretics the day before. But does it matter to us after all whether it was a mistake of identity or a wild fantasy? All that matters is that the old man should speak out, should speak openly of what he has thought in silence for ninety years.", "pos": 605925}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And the Prisoner too is silent? Does He look at him and not say a word?", "pos": 606647}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "That’s inevitable in any case. The old man has told Him He hasn’t the right to add anything to what He has said of old. One may say it is the most fundamental feature of Roman Catholicism, in my opinion at least. ‘All has been given by Thee to the Pope,’ they say, ‘and all, therefore, is still in the Pope’s hands, and there is no need for Thee to come now at all. Thou must not meddle for the time, at least.’ That’s how they speak and write too—the Jesuits, at any rate. I have read it myself in the works of their theologians. ‘Hast Thou the right to reveal to us one of the mysteries of that world from which Thou hast come?’ my old man asks Him, and answers the question for Him. ‘No, Thou hast not; that Thou mayest not add to what has been said of old, and mayest not take from men the freedom which Thou didst exalt when Thou wast on earth. Whatsoever Thou revealest anew will encroach on men’s freedom of faith; for it will be manifest as a miracle, and the freedom of their faith was dearer to Thee than anything in those days fifteen hundred years ago. Didst Thou not often say then, “I will make you free”? But now Thou hast seen these “free” men,’ the old man adds suddenly, with a pensive smile. ‘Yes, we’ve paid dearly for it,’ he goes on, looking sternly at Him, ‘but at last we have completed that work in Thy name. For fifteen centuries we have been wrestling with Thy freedom, but now it is ended and over for good. Dost Thou not believe that it’s over for good? Thou lookest meekly at me and deignest not even to be wroth with me. But let me tell Thee that now, to‐day, people are more persuaded than ever that they have perfect freedom, yet they have brought their freedom to us and laid it humbly at our feet. But that has been our doing. Was this what Thou didst? Was this Thy freedom?’", "pos": 606721}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t understand again. Is he ironical, is he jesting?", "pos": 608557}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why, that’s the chief part of what the old man must say.", "pos": 609526}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The wise and dread spirit, the spirit of self‐destruction and non‐existence, the great spirit talked with Thee in the wilderness, and we are told in the books that he “tempted” Thee. Is that so? And could anything truer be said than what he revealed to Thee in three questions and what Thou didst reject, and what in the books is called “the temptation”? And yet if there has ever been on earth a real stupendous miracle, it took place on that day, on the day of the three temptations. The statement of those three questions was itself the miracle. If it were possible to imagine simply for the sake of argument that those three questions of the dread spirit had perished utterly from the books, and that we had to restore them and to invent them anew, and to do so had gathered together all the wise men of the earth—rulers, chief priests, learned men, philosophers, poets—and had set them the task to invent three questions, such as would not only fit the occasion, but express in three words, three human phrases, the whole future history of the world and of humanity—dost Thou believe that all the wisdom of the earth united could have invented anything in depth and force equal to the three questions which were actually put to Thee then by the wise and mighty spirit in the wilderness? From those questions alone, from the miracle of their statement, we can see that we have here to do not with the fleeting human intelligence, but with the absolute and eternal. For in those three questions the whole subsequent history of mankind is, as it were, brought together into one whole, and foretold, and in them are united all the unsolved historical contradictions of human nature. At the time it could not be so clear, since the future was unknown; but now that fifteen hundred years have passed, we see that everything in those three questions was so justly divined and foretold, and has been so truly fulfilled, that nothing can be added to them or taken from them.", "pos": 609585}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Judge Thyself who was right—Thou or he who questioned Thee then? Remember the first question; its meaning, in other words, was this: “Thou wouldst go into the world, and art going with empty hands, with some promise of freedom which men in their simplicity and their natural unruliness cannot even understand, which they fear and dread—for nothing has ever been more insupportable for a man and a human society than freedom. But seest Thou these stones in this parched and barren wilderness? Turn them into bread, and mankind will run after Thee like a flock of sheep, grateful and obedient, though for ever trembling, lest Thou withdraw Thy hand and deny them Thy bread.” But Thou wouldst not deprive man of freedom and didst reject the offer, thinking, what is that freedom worth, if obedience is bought with bread? Thou didst reply that man lives not by bread alone. But dost Thou know that for the sake of that earthly bread the spirit of the earth will rise up against Thee and will strive with Thee and overcome Thee, and all will follow him, crying, “Who can compare with this beast? He has given us fire from heaven!” Dost Thou know that the ages will pass, and humanity will proclaim by the lips of their sages that there is no crime, and therefore no sin; there is only hunger? “Feed men, and then ask of them virtue!” that’s what they’ll write on the banner, which they will raise against Thee, and with which they will destroy Thy temple. Where Thy temple stood will rise a new building; the terrible tower of Babel will be built again, and though, like the one of old, it will not be finished, yet Thou mightest have prevented that new tower and have cut short the sufferings of men for a thousand years; for they will come back to us after a thousand years of agony with their tower. They will seek us again, hidden underground in the catacombs, for we shall be again persecuted and tortured. They will find us and cry to us, “Feed us, for those who have promised us fire from heaven haven’t given it!” And then we shall finish building their tower, for he finishes the building who feeds them. And we alone shall feed them in Thy name, declaring falsely that it is in Thy name. Oh, never, never can they feed themselves without us! No science will give them bread so long as they remain free. In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet, and say to us, “Make us your slaves, but feed us.” They will understand themselves, at last, that freedom and bread enough for all are inconceivable together, for never, never will they be able to share between them! They will be convinced, too, that they can never be free, for they are weak, vicious, worthless and rebellious. Thou didst promise them the bread of Heaven, but, I repeat again, can it compare with earthly bread in the eyes of the weak, ever sinful and ignoble race of man? And if for the sake of the bread of Heaven thousands shall follow Thee, what is to become of the millions and tens of thousands of millions of creatures who will not have the strength to forego the earthly bread for the sake of the heavenly? Or dost Thou care only for the tens of thousands of the great and strong, while the millions, numerous as the sands of the sea, who are weak but love Thee, must exist only for the sake of the great and strong? No, we care for the weak too. They are sinful and rebellious, but in the end they too will become obedient. They will marvel at us and look on us as gods, because we are ready to endure the freedom which they have found so dreadful and to rule over them—so awful it will seem to them to be free. But we shall tell them that we are Thy servants and rule them in Thy name. We shall deceive them again, for we will not let Thee come to us again. That deception will be our suffering, for we shall be forced to lie.", "pos": 611583}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "This is the significance of the first question in the wilderness, and this is what Thou hast rejected for the sake of that freedom which Thou hast exalted above everything. Yet in this question lies hid the great secret of this world. Choosing “bread,” Thou wouldst have satisfied the universal and everlasting craving of humanity—to find some one to worship. So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find some one to worship. But man seeks to worship what is established beyond dispute, so that all men would agree at once to worship it. For these pitiful creatures are concerned not only to find what one or the other can worship, but to find something that all would believe in and worship; what is essential is that all may be together in it. This craving for community of worship is the chief misery of every man individually and of all humanity from the beginning of time. For the sake of common worship they’ve slain each other with the sword. They have set up gods and challenged one another, “Put away your gods and come and worship ours, or we will kill you and your gods!” And so it will be to the end of the world, even when gods disappear from the earth; they will fall down before idols just the same. Thou didst know, Thou couldst not but have known, this fundamental secret of human nature, but Thou didst reject the one infallible banner which was offered Thee to make all men bow down to Thee alone—the banner of earthly bread; and Thou hast rejected it for the sake of freedom and the bread of Heaven. Behold what Thou didst further. And all again in the name of freedom! I tell Thee that man is tormented by no greater anxiety than to find some one quickly to whom he can hand over that gift of freedom with which the ill‐fated creature is born. But only one who can appease their conscience can take over their freedom. In bread there was offered Thee an invincible banner; give bread, and man will worship thee, for nothing is more certain than bread. But if some one else gains possession of his conscience—oh! then he will cast away Thy bread and follow after him who has ensnared his conscience. In that Thou wast right. For the secret of man’s being is not only to live but to have something to live for. Without a stable conception of the object of life, man would not consent to go on living, and would rather destroy himself than remain on earth, though he had bread in abundance. That is true. But what happened? Instead of taking men’s freedom from them, Thou didst make it greater than ever! Didst Thou forget that man prefers peace, and even death, to freedom of choice in the knowledge of good and evil? Nothing is more seductive for man than his freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering. And behold, instead of giving a firm foundation for setting the conscience of man at rest for ever, Thou didst choose all that is exceptional, vague and enigmatic; Thou didst choose what was utterly beyond the strength of men, acting as though Thou didst not love them at all—Thou who didst come to give Thy life for them! Instead of taking possession of men’s freedom, Thou didst increase it, and burdened the spiritual kingdom of mankind with its sufferings for ever. Thou didst desire man’s free love, that he should follow Thee freely, enticed and taken captive by Thee. In place of the rigid ancient law, man must hereafter with free heart decide for himself what is good and what is evil, having only Thy image before him as his guide. But didst Thou not know that he would at last reject even Thy image and Thy truth, if he is weighed down with the fearful burden of free choice? They will cry aloud at last that the truth is not in Thee, for they could not have been left in greater confusion and suffering than Thou hast caused, laying upon them so many cares and unanswerable problems.", "pos": 615401}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "So that, in truth, Thou didst Thyself lay the foundation for the destruction of Thy kingdom, and no one is more to blame for it. Yet what was offered Thee? There are three powers, three powers alone, able to conquer and to hold captive for ever the conscience of these impotent rebels for their happiness—those forces are miracle, mystery and authority. Thou hast rejected all three and hast set the example for doing so. When the wise and dread spirit set Thee on the pinnacle of the temple and said to Thee, “If Thou wouldst know whether Thou art the Son of God then cast Thyself down, for it is written: the angels shall hold him up lest he fall and bruise himself, and Thou shalt know then whether Thou art the Son of God and shalt prove then how great is Thy faith in Thy Father.” But Thou didst refuse and wouldst not cast Thyself down. Oh, of course, Thou didst proudly and well, like God; but the weak, unruly race of men, are they gods? Oh, Thou didst know then that in taking one step, in making one movement to cast Thyself down, Thou wouldst be tempting God and have lost all Thy faith in Him, and wouldst have been dashed to pieces against that earth which Thou didst come to save. And the wise spirit that tempted Thee would have rejoiced. But I ask again, are there many like Thee? And couldst Thou believe for one moment that men, too, could face such a temptation? Is the nature of men such, that they can reject miracle, and at the great moments of their life, the moments of their deepest, most agonizing spiritual difficulties, cling only to the free verdict of the heart? Oh, Thou didst know that Thy deed would be recorded in books, would be handed down to remote times and the utmost ends of the earth, and Thou didst hope that man, following Thee, would cling to God and not ask for a miracle. But Thou didst not know that when man rejects miracle he rejects God too; for man seeks not so much God as the miraculous. And as man cannot bear to be without the miraculous, he will create new miracles of his own for himself, and will worship deeds of sorcery and witchcraft, though he might be a hundred times over a rebel, heretic and infidel. Thou didst not come down from the Cross when they shouted to Thee, mocking and reviling Thee, “Come down from the cross and we will believe that Thou art He.” Thou didst not come down, for again Thou wouldst not enslave man by a miracle, and didst crave faith given freely, not based on miracle. Thou didst crave for free love and not the base raptures of the slave before the might that has overawed him for ever. But Thou didst think too highly of men therein, for they are slaves, of course, though rebellious by nature. Look round and judge; fifteen centuries have passed, look upon them. Whom hast Thou raised up to Thyself? I swear, man is weaker and baser by nature than Thou hast believed him! Can he, can he do what Thou didst? By showing him so much respect, Thou didst, as it were, cease to feel for him, for Thou didst ask far too much from him—Thou who hast loved him more than Thyself! Respecting him less, Thou wouldst have asked less of him. That would have been more like love, for his burden would have been lighter. He is weak and vile. What though he is everywhere now rebelling against our power, and proud of his rebellion? It is the pride of a child and a schoolboy. They are little children rioting and barring out the teacher at school. But their childish delight will end; it will cost them dear. They will cast down temples and drench the earth with blood. But they will see at last, the foolish children, that, though they are rebels, they are impotent rebels, unable to keep up their own rebellion. Bathed in their foolish tears, they will recognize at last that He who created them rebels must have meant to mock at them. They will say this in despair, and their utterance will be a blasphemy which will make them more unhappy still, for man’s nature cannot bear blasphemy, and in the end always avenges it on itself. And so unrest, confusion and unhappiness—that is the present lot of man after Thou didst bear so much for their freedom! The great prophet tells in vision and in image, that he saw all those who took part in the first resurrection and that there were of each tribe twelve thousand. But if there were so many of them, they must have been not men but gods. They had borne Thy cross, they had endured scores of years in the barren, hungry wilderness, living upon locusts and roots—and Thou mayest indeed point with pride at those children of freedom, of free love, of free and splendid sacrifice for Thy name. But remember that they were only some thousands; and what of the rest? And how are the other weak ones to blame, because they could not endure what the strong have endured? How is the weak soul to blame that it is unable to receive such terrible gifts? Canst Thou have simply come to the elect and for the elect? But if so, it is a mystery and we cannot understand it. And if it is a mystery, we too have a right to preach a mystery, and to teach them that it’s not the free judgment of their hearts, not love that matters, but a mystery which they must follow blindly, even against their conscience. So we have done. We have corrected Thy work and have founded it upon miracle, mystery and authority. And men rejoiced that they were again led like sheep, and that the terrible gift that had brought them such suffering was, at last, lifted from their hearts. Were we right teaching them this? Speak! Did we not love mankind, so meekly acknowledging their feebleness, lovingly lightening their burden, and permitting their weak nature even sin with our sanction? Why hast Thou come now to hinder us? And why dost Thou look silently and searchingly at me with Thy mild eyes? Be angry. I don’t want Thy love, for I love Thee not. And what use is it for me to hide anything from Thee? Don’t I know to Whom I am speaking? All that I can say is known to Thee already. And is it for me to conceal from Thee our mystery? Perhaps it is Thy will to hear it from my lips. Listen, then. We are not working with Thee, but with him—that is our mystery. It’s long—eight centuries—since we have been on his side and not on Thine. Just eight centuries ago, we took from him what Thou didst reject with scorn, that last gift he offered Thee, showing Thee all the kingdoms of the earth. We took from him Rome and the sword of Cæsar, and proclaimed ourselves sole rulers of the earth, though hitherto we have not been able to complete our work. But whose fault is that? Oh, the work is only beginning, but it has begun. It has long to await completion and the earth has yet much to suffer, but we shall triumph and shall be Cæsars, and then we shall plan the universal happiness of man. But Thou mightest have taken even then the sword of Cæsar. Why didst Thou reject that last gift? Hadst Thou accepted that last counsel of the mighty spirit, Thou wouldst have accomplished all that man seeks on earth—that is, some one to worship, some one to keep his conscience, and some means of uniting all in one unanimous and harmonious ant‐heap, for the craving for universal unity is the third and last anguish of men. Mankind as a whole has always striven to organize a universal state. There have been many great nations with great histories, but the more highly they were developed the more unhappy they were, for they felt more acutely than other people the craving for world‐wide union. The great conquerors, Timours and Ghenghis‐Khans, whirled like hurricanes over the face of the earth striving to subdue its people, and they too were but the unconscious expression of the same craving for universal unity. Hadst Thou taken the world and Cæsar’s purple, Thou wouldst have founded the universal state and have given universal peace. For who can rule men if not he who holds their conscience and their bread in his hands? We have taken the sword of Cæsar, and in taking it, of course, have rejected Thee and followed him. Oh, ages are yet to come of the confusion of free thought, of their science and cannibalism. For having begun to build their tower of Babel without us, they will end, of course, with cannibalism. But then the beast will crawl to us and lick our feet and spatter them with tears of blood. And we shall sit upon the beast and raise the cup, and on it will be written, “Mystery.” But then, and only then, the reign of peace and happiness will come for men. Thou art proud of Thine elect, but Thou hast only the elect, while we give rest to all. And besides, how many of those elect, those mighty ones who could become elect, have grown weary waiting for Thee, and have transferred and will transfer the powers of their spirit and the warmth of their heart to the other camp, and end by raising their free banner against Thee. Thou didst Thyself lift up that banner. But with us all will be happy and will no more rebel nor destroy one another as under Thy freedom. Oh, we shall persuade them that they will only become free when they renounce their freedom to us and submit to us. And shall we be right or shall we be lying? They will be convinced that we are right, for they will remember the horrors of slavery and confusion to which Thy freedom brought them. Freedom, free thought and science, will lead them into such straits and will bring them face to face with such marvels and insoluble mysteries, that some of them, the fierce and rebellious, will destroy themselves, others, rebellious but weak, will destroy one another, while the rest, weak and unhappy, will crawl fawning to our feet and whine to us: “Yes, you were right, you alone possess His mystery, and we come back to you, save us from ourselves! Receiving bread from us, they will see clearly that we take the bread made by their hands from them, to give it to them, without any miracle. They will see that we do not change the stones to bread, but in truth they will be more thankful for taking it from our hands than for the bread itself! For they will remember only too well that in old days, without our help, even the bread they made turned to stones in their hands, while since they have come back to us, the very stones have turned to bread in their hands. Too, too well will they know the value of complete submission! And until men know that, they will be unhappy. Who is most to blame for their not knowing it?—speak! Who scattered the flock and sent it astray on unknown paths? But the flock will come together again and will submit once more, and then it will be once for all. Then we shall give them the quiet humble happiness of weak creatures such as they are by nature. Oh, we shall persuade them at last not to be proud, for Thou didst lift them up and thereby taught them to be proud. We shall show them that they are weak, that they are only pitiful children, but that childlike happiness is the sweetest of all. They will become timid and will look to us and huddle close to us in fear, as chicks to the hen. They will marvel at us and will be awe‐stricken before us, and will be proud at our being so powerful and clever, that we have been able to subdue such a turbulent flock of thousands of millions. They will tremble impotently before our wrath, their minds will grow fearful, they will be quick to shed tears like women and children, but they will be just as ready at a sign from us to pass to laughter and rejoicing, to happy mirth and childish song. Yes, we shall set them to work, but in their leisure hours we shall make their life like a child’s game, with children’s songs and innocent dance. Oh, we shall allow them even sin, they are weak and helpless, and they will love us like children because we allow them to sin. We shall tell them that every sin will be expiated, if it is done with our permission, that we allow them to sin because we love them, and the punishment for these sins we take upon ourselves. And we shall take it upon ourselves, and they will adore us as their saviors who have taken on themselves their sins before God. And they will have no secrets from us. We shall allow or forbid them to live with their wives and mistresses, to have or not to have children—according to whether they have been obedient or disobedient—and they will submit to us gladly and cheerfully. The most painful secrets of their conscience, all, all they will bring to us, and we shall have an answer for all. And they will be glad to believe our answer, for it will save them from the great anxiety and terrible agony they endure at present in making a free decision for themselves. And all will be happy, all the millions of creatures except the hundred thousand who rule over them. For only we, we who guard the mystery, shall be unhappy. There will be thousands of millions of happy babes, and a hundred thousand sufferers who have taken upon themselves the curse of the knowledge of good and evil. Peacefully they will die, peacefully they will expire in Thy name, and beyond the grave they will find nothing but death. But we shall keep the secret, and for their happiness we shall allure them with the reward of heaven and eternity. Though if there were anything in the other world, it certainly would not be for such as they. It is prophesied that Thou wilt come again in victory, Thou wilt come with Thy chosen, the proud and strong, but we will say that they have only saved themselves, but we have saved all. We are told that the harlot who sits upon the beast, and holds in her hands the mystery, shall be put to shame, that the weak will rise up again, and will rend her royal purple and will strip naked her loathsome body. But then I will stand up and point out to Thee the thousand millions of happy children who have known no sin. And we who have taken their sins upon us for their happiness will stand up before Thee and say: “Judge us if Thou canst and darest.” Know that I fear Thee not. Know that I too have been in the wilderness, I too have lived on roots and locusts, I too prized the freedom with which Thou hast blessed men, and I too was striving to stand among Thy elect, among the strong and powerful, thirsting “to make up the number.” But I awakened and would not serve madness. I turned back and joined the ranks of those who have corrected Thy work. I left the proud and went back to the humble, for the happiness of the humble. What I say to Thee will come to pass, and our dominion will be built up. I repeat, to‐morrow Thou shalt see that obedient flock who at a sign from me will hasten to heap up the hot cinders about the pile on which I shall burn Thee for coming to hinder us. For if any one has ever deserved our fires, it is Thou. To‐morrow I shall burn Thee. Dixi.", "pos": 619296}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But ... that’s absurd! Your poem is in praise of Jesus, not in blame of Him—as you meant it to be. And who will believe you about freedom? Is that the way to understand it? That’s not the idea of it in the Orthodox Church.... That’s Rome, and not even the whole of Rome, it’s false—those are the worst of the Catholics, the Inquisitors, the Jesuits!... And there could not be such a fantastic creature as your Inquisitor. What are these sins of mankind they take on themselves? Who are these keepers of the mystery who have taken some curse upon themselves for the happiness of mankind? When have they been seen? We know the Jesuits, they are spoken ill of, but surely they are not what you describe? They are not that at all, not at all.... They are simply the Romish army for the earthly sovereignty of the world in the future, with the Pontiff of Rome for Emperor ... that’s their ideal, but there’s no sort of mystery or lofty melancholy about it.... It’s simple lust of power, of filthy earthly gain, of domination—something like a universal serfdom with them as masters—that’s all they stand for. They don’t even believe in God perhaps. Your suffering Inquisitor is a mere fantasy.", "pos": 634333}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Stay, stay, how hot you are! A fantasy you say, let it be so! Of course it’s a fantasy. But allow me to say: do you really think that the Roman Catholic movement of the last centuries is actually nothing but the lust of power, of filthy earthly gain? Is that Father Païssy’s teaching?", "pos": 635545}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, no, on the contrary, Father Païssy did once say something rather the same as you ... but of course it’s not the same, not a bit the same,", "pos": 635848}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "A precious admission, in spite of your ‘not a bit the same.’ I ask you why your Jesuits and Inquisitors have united simply for vile material gain? Why can there not be among them one martyr oppressed by great sorrow and loving humanity? You see, only suppose that there was one such man among all those who desire nothing but filthy material gain—if there’s only one like my old Inquisitor, who had himself eaten roots in the desert and made frenzied efforts to subdue his flesh to make himself free and perfect. But yet all his life he loved humanity, and suddenly his eyes were opened, and he saw that it is no great moral blessedness to attain perfection and freedom, if at the same time one gains the conviction that millions of God’s creatures have been created as a mockery, that they will never be capable of using their freedom, that these poor rebels can never turn into giants to complete the tower, that it was not for such geese that the great idealist dreamt his dream of harmony. Seeing all that he turned back and joined—the clever people. Surely that could have happened?", "pos": 636027}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Joined whom, what clever people? They have no such great cleverness and no mysteries and secrets.... Perhaps nothing but Atheism, that’s all their secret. Your Inquisitor does not believe in God, that’s his secret!", "pos": 637116}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What if it is so! At last you have guessed it. It’s perfectly true, it’s true that that’s the whole secret, but isn’t that suffering, at least for a man like that, who has wasted his whole life in the desert and yet could not shake off his incurable love of humanity? In his old age he reached the clear conviction that nothing but the advice of the great dread spirit could build up any tolerable sort of life for the feeble, unruly, ‘incomplete, empirical creatures created in jest.’ And so, convinced of this, he sees that he must follow the counsel of the wise spirit, the dread spirit of death and destruction, and therefore accept lying and deception, and lead men consciously to death and destruction, and yet deceive them all the way so that they may not notice where they are being led, that the poor blind creatures may at least on the way think themselves happy. And note, the deception is in the name of Him in Whose ideal the old man had so fervently believed all his life long. Is not that tragic? And if only one such stood at the head of the whole army ‘filled with the lust of power only for the sake of filthy gain’—would not one such be enough to make a tragedy? More than that, one such standing at the head is enough to create the actual leading idea of the Roman Church with all its armies and Jesuits, its highest idea. I tell you frankly that I firmly believe that there has always been such a man among those who stood at the head of the movement. Who knows, there may have been some such even among the Roman Popes. Who knows, perhaps the spirit of that accursed old man who loves mankind so obstinately in his own way, is to be found even now in a whole multitude of such old men, existing not by chance but by agreement, as a secret league formed long ago for the guarding of the mystery, to guard it from the weak and the unhappy, so as to make them happy. No doubt it is so, and so it must be indeed. I fancy that even among the Masons there’s something of the same mystery at the bottom, and that that’s why the Catholics so detest the Masons as their rivals breaking up the unity of the idea, while it is so essential that there should be one flock and one shepherd.... But from the way I defend my idea I might be an author impatient of your criticism. Enough of it.", "pos": 637375}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You are perhaps a Mason yourself! You don’t believe in God. How does your poem end? Or was it the end?", "pos": 639677}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I meant to end it like this. When the Inquisitor ceased speaking he waited some time for his Prisoner to answer him. His silence weighed down upon him. He saw that the Prisoner had listened intently all the time, looking gently in his face and evidently not wishing to reply. The old man longed for Him to say something, however bitter and terrible. But He suddenly approached the old man in silence and softly kissed him on his bloodless aged lips. That was all His answer. The old man shuddered. His lips moved. He went to the door, opened it, and said to Him: ‘Go, and come no more ... come not at all, never, never!’ And he let Him out into the dark alleys of the town. The Prisoner went away.", "pos": 639964}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And the old man?", "pos": 640664}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The kiss glows in his heart, but the old man adheres to his idea.", "pos": 640683}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And you with him, you too?", "pos": 640751}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why, it’s all nonsense, Alyosha. It’s only a senseless poem of a senseless student, who could never write two lines of verse. Why do you take it so seriously? Surely you don’t suppose I am going straight off to the Jesuits, to join the men who are correcting His work? Good Lord, it’s no business of mine. I told you, all I want is to live on to thirty, and then ... dash the cup to the ground!", "pos": 640821}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But the little sticky leaves, and the precious tombs, and the blue sky, and the woman you love! How will you live, how will you love them? With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you? No, that’s just what you are going away for, to join them ... if not, you will kill yourself, you can’t endure it!", "pos": 641218}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "There is a strength to endure everything,", "pos": 641562}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What strength?", "pos": 641635}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "The strength of the Karamazovs—the strength of the Karamazov baseness.", "pos": 641652}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To sink into debauchery, to stifle your soul with corruption, yes?", "pos": 641725}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Possibly even that ... only perhaps till I am thirty I shall escape it, and then—", "pos": 641794}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "How will you escape it? By what will you escape it? That’s impossible with your ideas.", "pos": 641878}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "In the Karamazov way, again.", "pos": 641967}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "‘Everything is lawful,’ you mean? Everything is lawful, is that it?", "pos": 642000}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Ah, you’ve caught up yesterday’s phrase, which so offended Miüsov—and which Dmitri pounced upon so naïvely, and paraphrased! Yes, if you like, ‘everything is lawful’ since the word has been said. I won’t deny it. And Mitya’s version isn’t bad. I thought that going away from here I have you at least, but now I see that there is no place for me even in your heart, my dear hermit. The formula, ‘all is lawful,’ I won’t renounce—will you renounce me for that, yes? That’s plagiarism. You stole that from my poem. Thank you though. Get up, Alyosha, it’s time we were going, both of us. Listen, Alyosha, if I am really able to care for the sticky little leaves I shall only love them, remembering you. It’s enough for me that you are somewhere here, and I shan’t lose my desire for life yet. Is that enough for you? Take it as a declaration of love if you like. And now you go to the right and I to the left. And it’s enough, do you hear, enough. I mean even if I don’t go away to‐morrow (I think I certainly shall go) and we meet again, don’t say a word more on these subjects. I beg that particularly. And about Dmitri too, I ask you specially, never speak to me again, it’s all exhausted, it has all been said over and over again, hasn’t it? And I’ll make you one promise in return for it. When at thirty, I want to ‘dash the cup to the ground,’ wherever I may be I’ll come to have one more talk with you, even though it were from America, you may be sure of that. I’ll come on purpose. It will be very interesting to have a look at you, to see what you’ll be by that time. It’s rather a solemn promise, you see. And we really may be parting for seven years or ten. Come, go now to your Pater Seraphicus, he is dying. If he dies without you, you will be angry with me for having kept you. Good‐by, kiss me once more; that’s right, now go.", "pos": 642122}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Pater Seraphicus—he got that name from somewhere—where from? Ivan, poor Ivan, and when shall I see you again?... Here is the hermitage. Yes, yes, that he is, Pater Seraphicus, he will save me—from him and for ever!", "pos": 645110}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Is it loathing for my father’s house? Quite likely; I am so sick of it; and though it’s the last time I shall cross its hateful threshold, still I loathe it.... No, it’s not that either. Is it the parting with Alyosha and the conversation I had with him? For so many years I’ve been silent with the whole world and not deigned to speak, and all of a sudden I reel off a rigmarole like that. I feel sick with depression and yet I can’t tell what I want. Better not think, perhaps. not to think,", "pos": 646624}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Is it possible that a miserable, contemptible creature like that can worry me so much?", "pos": 648974}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Where are you going? You won’t pass by; you see that we two clever people have something to say to each other.", "pos": 652366}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Get away, miserable idiot. What have I to do with you? Is my father still asleep, or has he waked?", "pos": 652491}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "His honor is still asleep. You were the first to speak, not I. I am surprised at you, sir,", "pos": 652982}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why are you surprised at me?", "pos": 653261}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why don’t you go to Tchermashnya, sir? Why I smile you must understand of yourself, if you are a clever man,", "pos": 653509}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why should I go to Tchermashnya?", "pos": 653720}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Fyodor Pavlovitch himself has so begged you to. I put you off with a secondary reason, simply to say something.", "pos": 653808}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Damn you! Speak out what you want!", "pos": 654028}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Substantially nothing—but just by way of conversation. I’m in an awful position, Ivan Fyodorovitch. I don’t know how to help myself. They are both utterly crazy, they are no better than little children,", "pos": 654268}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And why have you meddled? Why did you begin to spy for Dmitri Fyodorovitch? What do you mean by ‘a long fit’? But they say one can’t tell with epilepsy when a fit is coming. What makes you say you will have one to‐morrow?", "pos": 655974}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "It’s Always Worth While Speaking To A Clever Man", "pos": 669769}
{"speaker": "Marfa Ignatyevna", "text": "Where will your honor take your tea, in your own room or downstairs?", "pos": 674879}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "What a fellow you are! Not to tell me yesterday! Never mind; we’ll manage it all the same. Do me a great service, my dear boy. Go to Tchermashnya on the way. It’s only to turn to the left from the station at Volovya, only another twelve versts and you come to Tchermashnya.", "pos": 675545}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s eighty versts to the railway and the train starts for Moscow at seven o’clock to‐night. I can only just catch it.", "pos": 675821}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "You’ll catch it to‐morrow or the day after, but to‐day turn off to Tchermashnya. It won’t put you out much to humor your father! If I hadn’t had something to keep me here, I would have run over myself long ago, for I’ve some business there in a hurry. But here I ... it’s not the time for me to go now.... You see, I’ve two pieces of copse land there. The Maslovs, an old merchant and his son, will give eight thousand for the timber. But last year I just missed a purchaser who would have given twelve. There’s no getting any one about here to buy it. The Maslovs have it all their own way. One has to take what they’ll give, for no one here dare bid against them. The priest at Ilyinskoe wrote to me last Thursday that a merchant called Gorstkin, a man I know, had turned up. What makes him valuable is that he is not from these parts, so he is not afraid of the Maslovs. He says he will give me eleven thousand for the copse. Do you hear? But he’ll only be here, the priest writes, for a week altogether, so you must go at once and make a bargain with him.", "pos": 675962}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, you write to the priest; he’ll make the bargain.", "pos": 677024}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "He can’t do it. He has no eye for business. He is a perfect treasure, I’d give him twenty thousand to take care of for me without a receipt; but he has no eye for business, he is a perfect child, a crow could deceive him. And yet he is a learned man, would you believe it? This Gorstkin looks like a peasant, he wears a blue kaftan, but he is a regular rogue. That’s the common complaint. He is a liar. Sometimes he tells such lies that you wonder why he is doing it. He told me the year before last that his wife was dead and that he had married another, and would you believe it, there was not a word of truth in it? His wife has never died at all, she is alive to this day and gives him a beating twice a week. So what you have to find out is whether he is lying or speaking the truth, when he says he wants to buy it and would give eleven thousand.", "pos": 677081}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I shall be no use in such a business. I have no eye either.", "pos": 677936}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Stay, wait a bit! You will be of use, for I will tell you the signs by which you can judge about Gorstkin. I’ve done business with him a long time. You see, you must watch his beard; he has a nasty, thin, red beard. If his beard shakes when he talks and he gets cross, it’s all right, he is saying what he means, he wants to do business. But if he strokes his beard with his left hand and grins—he is trying to cheat you. Don’t watch his eyes, you won’t find out anything from his eyes, he is a deep one, a rogue—but watch his beard! I’ll give you a note and you show it to him. He’s called Gorstkin, though his real name is Lyagavy; but don’t call him so, he will be offended. If you come to an understanding with him, and see it’s all right, write here at once. You need only write: ‘He’s not lying.’ Stand out for eleven thousand; one thousand you can knock off, but not more. Just think! there’s a difference between eight thousand and eleven thousand. It’s as good as picking up three thousand; it’s not so easy to find a purchaser, and I’m in desperate need of money. Only let me know it’s serious, and I’ll run over and fix it up. I’ll snatch the time somehow. But what’s the good of my galloping over, if it’s all a notion of the priest’s? Come, will you go?", "pos": 677998}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Oh, I can’t spare the time. You must excuse me.", "pos": 679267}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Come, you might oblige your father. I shan’t forget it. You’ve no heart, any of you—that’s what it is? What’s a day or two to you? Where are you going now—to Venice? Your Venice will keep another two days. I would have sent Alyosha, but what use is Alyosha in a thing like that? I send you just because you are a clever fellow. Do you suppose I don’t see that? You know nothing about timber, but you’ve got an eye. All that is wanted is to see whether the man is in earnest. I tell you, watch his beard—if his beard shakes you know he is in earnest.", "pos": 679317}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You force me to go to that damned Tchermashnya yourself, then?", "pos": 679869}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Then you’ll go, you’ll go? I’ll scribble the note for you at once.", "pos": 680064}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I don’t know whether I shall go. I don’t know. I’ll decide on the way.", "pos": 680133}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Nonsense! Decide at once. My dear fellow, decide! If you settle the matter, write me a line; give it to the priest and he’ll send it on to me at once. And I won’t delay you more than that. You can go to Venice. The priest will give you horses back to Volovya station.", "pos": 680206}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Well, good luck to you, good luck to you! You’ll come again some time or other? Mind you do come. I shall always be glad to see you. Well, Christ be with you! Good‐by, Ivan! Don’t be too hard on me!", "pos": 681155}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You see ... I am going to Tchermashnya,", "pos": 681645}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "It’s a true saying then, that ‘it’s always worth while speaking to a clever man,’", "pos": 681856}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I won’t go to Tchermashnya. Am I too late to reach the railway by seven, brothers?", "pos": 683322}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We shall just do it. Shall we get the carriage out?", "pos": 683407}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "At once. Will any one of you be going to the town to‐morrow?", "pos": 683461}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "To be sure. Mitri here will.", "pos": 683524}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Can you do me a service, Mitri? Go to my father’s, to Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, and tell him I haven’t gone to Tchermashnya. Can you?", "pos": 683555}
{"speaker": "Mitri", "text": "Of course I can. I’ve known Fyodor Pavlovitch a long time.", "pos": 683694}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And here’s something for you, for I dare say he won’t give you anything,", "pos": 683755}
{"speaker": "Mitri", "text": "You may depend on it he won’t. Thank you, sir. I’ll be sure to do it.", "pos": 683857}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Away with the past. I’ve done with the old world for ever, and may I have no news, no echo, from it. To a new life, new places and no looking back! I am a scoundrel,", "pos": 684013}
{"speaker": "Marfa Ignatyevna", "text": "God had preserved him,", "pos": 685550}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "the teacher would get up, and as he had himself promised in the morning, converse once more with those dear to his heart.", "pos": 689003}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "I shall not die without the delight of another conversation with you, beloved of my heart. I shall look once more on your dear face and pour out my heart to you once again.", "pos": 689566}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Welcome, my quiet one, welcome, my dear, here you are too. I knew you would come. Come, don’t weep over me yet. You see I am sitting up talking; maybe I shall live another twenty years yet, as that dear good woman from Vishegorye, with her little Lizaveta in her arms, wished me yesterday. God bless the mother and the little girl Lizaveta. Porfiry, did you take her offering where I told you?", "pos": 691504}
{"speaker": "the good-humored woman", "text": "to some one poorer than me.", "pos": 692224}
{"speaker": "Porfiry", "text": "from an unknown benefactress.", "pos": 692606}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Get up, my dear boy. Let me look at you. Have you been home and seen your brother?", "pos": 692638}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I have seen one of my brothers,", "pos": 692963}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "I mean the elder one, to whom I bowed down.", "pos": 693015}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I only saw him yesterday and could not find him to-day,", "pos": 693061}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Make haste to find him, go again to-morrow and make haste, leave everything and make haste. Perhaps you may still have time to prevent something terrible. I bowed down yesterday to the great suffering in store for him.", "pos": 693133}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Father and teacher, your words are too obscure.... What is this suffering in store for him?", "pos": 693553}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Don’t inquire. I seemed to see something terrible yesterday ... as though his whole future were expressed in his eyes. A look came into his eyes—so that I was instantly horror-stricken at what that man is preparing for himself. Once or twice in my life I’ve seen such a look in a man’s face ... reflecting as it were his future fate, and that fate, alas, came to pass. I sent you to him, Alexey, for I thought your brotherly face would help him. But everything and all our fates are from the Lord. ‘Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone; but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.’ Remember that. You, Alexey, I’ve many times silently blessed for your face, know that. This is what I think of you, you will go forth from these walls, but will live like a monk in the world. You will have many enemies, but even your foes will love you. Life will bring you many misfortunes, but you will find your happiness in them, and will bless life and will make others bless it—which is what matters most. Well, that is your character. Fathers and teachers. I have never till to-day told even him why the face of this youth is so dear to me. Now I will tell you. His face has been as it were a remembrance and a prophecy for me. At the dawn of my life when I was a child I had an elder brother who died before my eyes at seventeen. And later on in the course of my life I gradually became convinced that that brother had been for a guidance and a sign from on high for me. For had he not come into my life, I should never perhaps, so I fancy at least, have become a monk and entered on this precious path. He appeared first to me in my childhood, and here, at the end of my pilgrimage, he seems to have come to me over again. It is marvelous, fathers and teachers, that Alexey, who has some, though not a great, resemblance in face, seems to me so like him spiritually, that many times I have taken him for that young man, my brother, mysteriously come back to me at the end of my pilgrimage, as a reminder and an inspiration. So that I positively wondered at so strange a dream in myself. Do you hear this, Porfiry? Many times I’ve seen in your face as it were a look of mortification that I love Alexey more than you. Now you know why that was so, but I love you too, know that, and many times I grieved at your mortification. I should like to tell you, dear friends, of that youth, my brother, for there has been no presence in my life more precious, more significant and touching. My heart is full of tenderness, and I look at my whole life at this moment as though living through it again.", "pos": 693680}
{"speaker": "Markel", "text": "That’s all silly twaddle, and there is no God,", "pos": 699778}
{"speaker": "Markel", "text": "I am doing this simply for your sake, mother, to please and comfort you,", "pos": 701233}
{"speaker": "Markel", "text": "Light it, light it, dear, I was a wretch to have prevented you doing it. You are praying when you light the lamp, and I am praying when I rejoice seeing you. So we are praying to the same God. Mother, don’t weep, darling. I’ve long to live yet, long to rejoice with you, and life is glad and joyful. Don’t cry, mother, life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we won’t see it, if we would, we should have heaven on earth the next day. Dear ones, what have I done that you should love me so, how can you love any one like me, and how was it I did not know, I did not appreciate it before? Dear, kind people, why are you doing so much for me, do I deserve to be waited on? If it were God’s will for me to live, I would wait on you, for all men should wait on one another. My darling, it’s your illness makes you talk like that. Mother, darling,", "pos": 702080}
{"speaker": "Markel", "text": "little heart of mine, my joy, believe me, every one is really responsible to all men for all men and for everything. I don’t know how to explain it to you, but I feel it is so, painfully even. And how is it we went on then living, getting angry and not knowing? Well, doctor, have I another day in this world? You’ll live many days yet, and months and years too. Months and years! Why reckon the days? One day is enough for a man to know all happiness. My dear ones, why do we quarrel, try to outshine each other and keep grudges against each other? Let’s go straight into the garden, walk and play there, love, appreciate, and kiss each other, and glorify life. Birds of heaven, happy birds, forgive me, for I have sinned against you too. Yes, there was such a glory of God all about me: birds, trees, meadows, sky; only I lived in shame and dishonored it all and did not notice the beauty and glory. Mother, darling, it’s for joy, not for grief I am crying. Though I can’t explain it to you, I like to humble myself before them, for I don’t know how to love them enough. If I have sinned against every one, yet all forgive me, too, and that’s heaven. Am I not in heaven now? Well, run and play now, enjoy life for me too.", "pos": 704067}
{"speaker": "Job", "text": "It may be that my sons have sinned in their feasting.", "pos": 709899}
{"speaker": "God", "text": "And hast thou considered my servant Job?", "pos": 710102}
{"speaker": "the devil", "text": "Give him over to me and Thou wilt see that Thy servant will murmur against Thee and curse Thy name.", "pos": 710271}
{"speaker": "Job", "text": "Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return into the earth; the Lord gave and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord for ever and ever. Blessed be Thy name although Thou dost punish me,", "pos": 710622}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Let my prayer rise up before Thee,", "pos": 711293}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How could God give up the most loved of His saints for the diversion of the devil, take from him his children, smite him with sore boils so that he cleansed the corruption from his sores with a pot‐sherd—and for no object except to boast to the devil!", "pos": 711647}
{"speaker": "God", "text": "See what My saint can suffer for My sake. That is good that I have created,", "pos": 711900}
{"speaker": "Jacob", "text": "This place is holy", "pos": 715684}
{"speaker": "Joseph", "text": "I love you, and loving you I torment you.", "pos": 716198}
{"speaker": "Joseph", "text": "Brothers, I am your brother Joseph!", "pos": 716751}
{"speaker": "peasant lad", "text": "I know nothing better than to be in the forest, though all things are good.", "pos": 720641}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Truly, all things are good and fair, because all is truth. Look, at the horse, that great beast that is so near to man; or the lowly, pensive ox, which feeds him and works for him; look at their faces, what meekness, what devotion to man, who often beats them mercilessly. What gentleness, what confidence and what beauty! It’s touching to know that there’s no sin in them, for all, all except man, is sinless, and Christ has been with them before us.", "pos": 720730}
{"speaker": "the boy", "text": "Why, is Christ with them too?", "pos": 721212}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "It cannot but be so, since the Word is for all. All creation and all creatures, every leaf is striving to the Word, singing glory to God, weeping to Christ, unconsciously accomplishing this by the mystery of their sinless life. Yonder, in the forest wanders the dreadful bear, fierce and menacing, and yet innocent in it.", "pos": 721261}
{"speaker": "great saint", "text": "Go along. Christ be with you,", "pos": 721798}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "Ah, how good that is, how good and beautiful is all God’s work!", "pos": 722029}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What’s the meaning of it? I feel in my heart as it were something vile and shameful. Is it because I am going to shed blood? No. I feel it’s not that. Can it be that I am afraid of death, afraid of being killed? No, that’s not it, that’s not it at all.", "pos": 728719}
{"speaker": "Markel", "text": "My dear ones, why do you wait on me, why do you love me, am I worth your waiting on me?", "pos": 729883}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Yes, am I worth it? After all what am I worth, that another man, a fellow creature, made in the likeness and image of God, should serve me?", "pos": 729973}
{"speaker": "Markel", "text": "Mother, my little heart, in truth we are each responsible to all for all, it’s only that men don’t know this. If they knew it, the world would be a paradise at once.", "pos": 730222}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "God, can that too be false? In truth, perhaps, I am more than all others responsible for all, a greater sinner than all men in the world.", "pos": 730390}
{"speaker": "my second", "text": "Ah, it’s a good thing you are up already, it’s time we were off, come along!", "pos": 730978}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Wait here a minute. I’ll be back directly, I have forgotten my purse. Afanasy. I gave you two blows on the face yesterday, forgive me. Forgive me,", "pos": 731166}
{"speaker": "Afanasy", "text": "Your honor ... sir, what are you doing? Am I worth it?", "pos": 731636}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Ready. Have you ever seen a conqueror? Here is one before you.", "pos": 731877}
{"speaker": "my second", "text": "Well, brother, you are a plucky fellow, you’ll keep up the honor of the uniform, I can see.", "pos": 732066}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Thank God, no man has been killed. That’s the place for you. Forgive me, young fool that I am, sir, for my unprovoked insult to you and for forcing you to fire at me. I am ten times worse than you and more, maybe. Tell that to the person whom you hold dearest in the world.", "pos": 732443}
{"speaker": "my adversary", "text": "Upon my word, if you did not want to fight, why did not you let me alone?", "pos": 732913}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Yesterday I was a fool, to‐day I know better,", "pos": 733020}
{"speaker": "my adversary", "text": "As to yesterday, I believe you, but as for to‐day, it is difficult to agree with your opinion,", "pos": 733090}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Bravo. I agree with you there too. I have deserved it!", "pos": 733196}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Will you shoot, sir, or not?", "pos": 733283}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "No, I won’t, if you like, fire at me again, but it would be better for you not to fire.", "pos": 733314}
{"speaker": "The seconds", "text": "Can you disgrace the regiment like this, facing your antagonist and begging his forgiveness! If I’d only known this!", "pos": 733463}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Gentlemen, is it really so wonderful in these days to find a man who can repent of his stupidity and publicly confess his wrongdoing?", "pos": 733625}
{"speaker": "my second", "text": "But not in a duel,", "pos": 733771}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "That’s what’s so strange. For I ought to have owned my fault as soon as I got here, before he had fired a shot, before leading him into a great and deadly sin; but we have made our life so grotesque, that to act in that way would have been almost impossible, for only after I have faced his shot at the distance of twelve paces could my words have any significance for him, and if I had spoken before, he would have said, ‘He is a coward, the sight of the pistols has frightened him, no use to listen to him.’ Gentlemen. Gentlemen, look around you at the gifts of God, the clear sky, the pure air, the tender grass, the birds; nature is beautiful and sinless, and we, only we, are sinful and foolish, and we don’t understand that life is heaven, for we have only to understand that and it will at once be fulfilled in all its beauty, we shall embrace each other and weep.", "pos": 733815}
{"speaker": "my antagonist", "text": "All this as rational and edifying, and in any case you are an original person.", "pos": 734921}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "You may laugh, but afterwards you will approve of me.", "pos": 735024}
{"speaker": "my antagonist", "text": "Oh, I am ready to approve of you now, will you shake hands? for I believe you are genuinely sincere.", "pos": 735111}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "No, not now, later on when I have grown worthier and deserve your esteem, then shake hands and you will do well.", "pos": 735225}
{"speaker": "Comrades", "text": "He has disgraced the uniform, let him resign his commission. He faced the shot. Yes, but he was afraid of his other shot and begged for forgiveness. If he had been afraid of being shot, he would have shot his own pistol first before asking forgiveness, while he flung it loaded into the forest. No, there’s something else in this, something original.", "pos": 735524}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "My dear friends and comrades, don’t worry about my resigning my commission, for I have done so already. I have sent in my papers this morning and as soon as I get my discharge I shall go into a monastery—it’s with that object I am leaving the regiment.", "pos": 735970}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ah, you monk,", "pos": 736650}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What are you doing to yourself?", "pos": 736774}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "he is a brave fellow, he faced fire and could have fired his own pistol too, but he had a dream the night before that he should become a monk, that’s why he did it.", "pos": 736830}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But how can I possibly be responsible for all?", "pos": 737797}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Can I, for instance, be responsible for you?", "pos": 737880}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You may well not know it,", "pos": 737927}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "since the whole world has long been going on a different line, since we consider the veriest lies as truth and demand the same lies from others. Here I have for once in my life acted sincerely and, well, you all look upon me as a madman. Though you are friendly to me, yet, you see, you all laugh at me.", "pos": 737971}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But how can we help being friendly to you?", "pos": 738277}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Let me tell you,", "pos": 738605}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that I am the first not to laugh at you, but on the contrary I thank you with tears and express my respect for you for your action then.", "pos": 738634}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I have,", "pos": 740205}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "with great interest listened to you speaking in different houses the last few days and I wanted at last to make your personal acquaintance, so as to talk to you more intimately. Can you, dear sir, grant me this favor?", "pos": 740232}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I can, with the greatest pleasure, and I shall look upon it as an honor.", "pos": 740452}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You are, I see, a man of great strength of character,", "pos": 740868}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "as you have dared to serve the truth, even when by doing so you risked incurring the contempt of all.", "pos": 740933}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Your praise is, perhaps, excessive,", "pos": 741037}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, it’s not excessive,", "pos": 741086}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "believe me, such a course of action is far more difficult than you think. It is that which has impressed me, and it is only on that account that I have come to you,", "pos": 741125}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Tell me, please, that is if you are not annoyed by my perhaps unseemly curiosity, what were your exact sensations, if you can recall them, at the moment when you made up your mind to ask forgiveness at the duel. Do not think my question frivolous; on the contrary, I have in asking the question a secret motive of my own, which I will perhaps explain to you later on, if it is God’s will that we should become more intimately acquainted.", "pos": 741306}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "You ask what were my exact sensations at the moment when I asked my opponent’s forgiveness, but I had better tell you from the beginning what I have not yet told any one else. From that you can see for yourself, that at the time of the duel it was easier for me, for I had made a beginning already at home, and when once I had started on that road, to go farther along it was far from being difficult, but became a source of joy and happiness.", "pos": 741963}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "All that, is exceedingly interesting. I will come to see you again and again.", "pos": 742600}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "for, what need have I to know his secrets, since I can see without that that he is a good man? Moreover, though he is such a serious man and my senior, he comes to see a youngster like me and treats me as his equal.", "pos": 743031}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "That life is heaven, that I have long been thinking about I think of nothing else indeed. I am more convinced of it than you are, I will tell you later why. Heaven, lies hidden within all of us—here it lies hidden in me now, and if I will it, it will be revealed to me to‐morrow and for all time. And that we are all responsible to all for all, apart from our own sins, you were quite right in thinking that, and it is wonderful how you could comprehend it in all its significance at once. And in very truth, so soon as men understand that, the Kingdom of Heaven will be for them not a dream, but a living reality.", "pos": 743351}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "And when, when will that come to pass? and will it ever come to pass? Is not it simply a dream of ours?", "pos": 744261}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "What then, you don’t believe it. You preach it and don’t believe it yourself. Believe me, this dream, as you call it, will come to pass without doubt; it will come, but not now, for every process has its law. It’s a spiritual, psychological process. To transform the world, to recreate it afresh, men must turn into another path psychologically. Until you have become really, in actual fact, a brother to every one, brotherhood will not come to pass. No sort of scientific teaching, no kind of common interest, will ever teach men to share property and privileges with equal consideration for all. Every one will think his share too small and they will be always envying, complaining and attacking one another. You ask when it will come to pass; it will come to pass, but first we have to go through the period of isolation.", "pos": 744398}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What do you mean by isolation?", "pos": 745236}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "Why, the isolation that prevails everywhere, above all in our age—it has not fully developed, it has not reached its limit yet. For every one strives to keep his individuality as apart as possible, wishes to secure the greatest possible fullness of life for himself; but meantime all his efforts result not in attaining fullness of life but self‐destruction, for instead of self‐realization he ends by arriving at complete solitude. All mankind in our age have split up into units, they all keep apart, each in his own groove; each one holds aloof, hides himself and hides what he has, from the rest, and he ends by being repelled by others and repelling them. He heaps up riches by himself and thinks, ‘How strong I am now and how secure,’ and in his madness he does not understand that the more he heaps up, the more he sinks into self‐destructive impotence. For he is accustomed to rely upon himself alone and to cut himself off from the whole; he has trained himself not to believe in the help of others, in men and in humanity, and only trembles for fear he should lose his money and the privileges that he has won for himself. Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort. But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light. And then the sign of the Son of Man will be seen in the heavens.... But, until then, we must keep the banner flying. Sometimes even if he has to do it alone, and his conduct seems to be crazy, a man must set an example, and so draw men’s souls out of their solitude, and spur them to some act of brotherly love, that the great idea may not die.", "pos": 745282}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "Do you know, that people are very inquisitive about us in the town and wonder why I come to see you so often. But let them wonder, for soon all will be explained.", "pos": 748051}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What’s the matter? do you feel ill?", "pos": 748769}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "I ... do you know ... I murdered some one. Why is it he is smiling?", "pos": 748859}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What are you saying?", "pos": 749074}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "how much it has cost me to say the first word. Now I have said it, I feel I’ve taken the first step and shall go on.", "pos": 749145}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "Looking at you, I have made up my mind.", "pos": 757417}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Is it possible, that such a trivial incident could give rise to such a resolution in you?", "pos": 757476}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "My resolution has been growing for the last three years, and your story only gave the last touch to it. Looking at you, I reproached myself and envied you.", "pos": 757598}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "it’s fourteen years ago.", "pos": 757848}
{"speaker": "He", "text": "I have proofs, great proofs. I shall show them. my wife, my children! My wife may die of grief, and though my children won’t lose their rank and property, they’ll be a convict’s children and for ever! And what a memory, what a memory of me I shall leave in their hearts! And to part from them, to leave them for ever? It’s for ever, you know, for ever!", "pos": 757875}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Go!", "pos": 758456}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "I know it will be heaven for me, heaven, the moment I confess. Fourteen years I’ve been in hell. I want to suffer. I will take my punishment and begin to live. You can pass through the world doing wrong, but there’s no turning back. Now I dare not love my neighbor nor even my own children. Good God, my children will understand, perhaps, what my punishment has cost me and will not condemn me! God is not in strength but in truth.", "pos": 758877}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "All will understand your sacrifice, if not at once, they will understand later; for you have served truth, the higher truth, not of the earth.", "pos": 759311}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "Every time I come to you, you look at me so inquisitively as though to say, ‘He has still not confessed!’ Wait a bit, don’t despise me too much. It’s not such an easy thing to do, as you would think. Perhaps I shall not do it at all. You won’t go and inform against me then, will you? I have just come from my wife. Do you understand what the word ‘wife’ means? When I went out, the children called to me, ‘Good‐by, father, make haste back to read The Children’s Magazine with us.’ No, you don’t understand that! No one is wise from another man’s woe. But need I? must I? No one has been condemned, no one has been sent to Siberia in my place, the man died of fever. And I’ve been punished by my sufferings for the blood I shed. And I shan’t be believed, they won’t believe my proofs. Need I confess, need I? I am ready to go on suffering all my life for the blood I have shed, if only my wife and children may be spared. Will it be just to ruin them with me? Aren’t we making a mistake? What is right in this case? And will people recognize it, will they appreciate it, will they respect it?", "pos": 759572}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Good Lord! he is thinking of other people’s respect at such a moment!", "pos": 761080}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "Decide my fate!", "pos": 761401}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Go and confess,", "pos": 761439}
{"speaker": "Scripture", "text": "Verily, verily, I say unto you, except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.", "pos": 761655}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "That’s true. It’s terrible the things you find in those books. It’s easy enough to thrust them upon one. And who wrote them? Can they have been written by men?", "pos": 761869}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "The Holy Spirit wrote them,", "pos": 762092}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "It’s easy for you to prate,", "pos": 762130}
{"speaker": "Scripture", "text": "It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.", "pos": 762330}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "An awful text. There’s no denying you’ve picked out fitting ones. Well! good‐by, perhaps I shan’t come again ... we shall meet in heaven. So I have been for fourteen years ‘in the hands of the living God,’ that’s how one must think of those fourteen years. To‐morrow I will beseech those hands to let me go.", "pos": 762466}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Good God, what has he gone to face! Where have you been?", "pos": 762938}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "I think. I’ve forgotten something ... my handkerchief, I think.... Well, even if I’ve not forgotten anything, let me stay a little. You sit down, too. Remember, how I came to you a second time. Do you hear, remember it!", "pos": 763277}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "To‐morrow,", "pos": 763737}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "I cut myself off from men as a monster. God has visited me. I want to suffer for my sin!", "pos": 764294}
{"speaker": "His wife", "text": "It’s you who have caused his illness, he was always gloomy, but for the last year people noticed that he was peculiarly excited and did strange things, and now you have been the ruin of him. Your preaching has brought him to this; for the last month he was always with you.", "pos": 766347}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "It’s all your doing,", "pos": 766719}
{"speaker": "Mysterious Visitor", "text": "It is done! I’ve long been yearning to see you, why didn’t you come? God has had pity on me and is calling me to Himself. I know I am dying, but I feel joy and peace for the first time after so many years. There was heaven in my heart from the moment I had done what I had to do. Now I dare to love my children and to kiss them. Neither my wife nor the judges, nor any one has believed it. My children will never believe it either. I see in that God’s mercy to them. I shall die, and my name will be without a stain for them. And now I feel God near, my heart rejoices as in Heaven ... I have done my duty. Do you remember how I came back to you that second time, at midnight? I told you to remember it. You know what I came back for? I came to kill you!", "pos": 767196}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I went out from you then into the darkness, I wandered about the streets, struggling with myself. And suddenly I hated you so that I could hardly bear it. Now, I thought, he is all that binds me, and he is my judge. I can’t refuse to face my punishment to‐morrow, for he knows all. It was not that I was afraid you would betray me (I never even thought of that), but I thought, ‘How can I look him in the face if I don’t confess?’ And if you had been at the other end of the earth, but alive, it would have been all the same, the thought was unendurable that you were alive knowing everything and condemning me. I hated you as though you were the cause, as though you were to blame for everything. I came back to you then, remembering that you had a dagger lying on your table. I sat down and asked you to sit down, and for a whole minute I pondered. If I had killed you, I should have been ruined by that murder even if I had not confessed the other. But I didn’t think about that at all, and I didn’t want to think of it at that moment. I only hated you and longed to revenge myself on you for everything. The Lord vanquished the devil in my heart. But let me tell you, you were never nearer death.", "pos": 768220}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Fathers and teachers, what is the monk?", "pos": 770339}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You are idlers, useless members of society, you live on the labor of others, you are shameless beggars.", "pos": 770701}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You have desires and so satisfy them, for you have the same rights as the most rich and powerful. Don’t be afraid of satisfying them and even multiply your desires.", "pos": 772126}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "champion of freedom", "pos": 773544}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am fighting for the cause of humanity.", "pos": 773774}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The salvation of Russia comes from the people. And the Russian monk has always been on the side of the people. We are isolated only if the people are isolated. The people believe as we do, and an unbelieving reformer will never do anything in Russia, even if he is sincere in heart and a genius. Remember that! The people will meet the atheist and overcome him, and Russia will be one and orthodox. Take care of the peasant and guard his heart. Go on educating him quietly. That’s your duty as monks, for the peasant has God in his heart.", "pos": 775766}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Of course, I don’t deny that there is sin in the peasants too. And the fire of corruption is spreading visibly, hourly, working from above downwards. The spirit of isolation is coming upon the people too. Money‐ lenders and devourers of the commune are rising up. Already the merchant grows more and more eager for rank, and strives to show himself cultured though he has not a trace of culture, and to this end meanly despises his old traditions, and is even ashamed of the faith of his fathers. He visits princes, though he is only a peasant corrupted. The peasants are rotting in drunkenness and cannot shake off the habit. And what cruelty to their wives, to their children even! All from drunkenness! I’ve seen in the factories children of nine years old, frail, rickety, bent and already depraved. The stuffy workshop, the din of machinery, work all day long, the vile language and the drink, the drink—is that what a little child’s heart needs? He needs sunshine, childish play, good examples all about him, and at least a little love. There must be no more of this, monks, no more torturing of children, rise up and preach that, make haste, make haste!", "pos": 776401}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But God will save Russia, for though the peasants are corrupted and cannot renounce their filthy sin, yet they know it is cursed by God and that they do wrong in sinning. So that our people still believe in righteousness, have faith in God and weep tears of devotion.", "pos": 777562}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It is different with the upper classes. They, following science, want to base justice on reason alone, but not with Christ, as before, and they have already proclaimed that there is no crime, that there is no sin. And that’s consistent, for if you have no God what is the meaning of crime? In Europe the people are already rising up against the rich with violence, and the leaders of the people are everywhere leading them to bloodshed, and teaching them that their wrath is righteous. But their “wrath is accursed, for it is cruel.” But God will save Russia as He has saved her many times. Salvation will come from the people, from their faith and their meekness.", "pos": 777830}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Fathers and teachers, watch over the people’s faith and this will not be a dream. I’ve been struck all my life in our great people by their dignity, their true and seemly dignity. I’ve seen it myself, I can testify to it, I’ve seen it and marveled at it, I’ve seen it in spite of the degraded sins and poverty‐stricken appearance of our peasantry. They are not servile, and even after two centuries of serfdom they are free in manner and bearing, yet without insolence, and not revengeful and not envious. “You are rich and noble, you are clever and talented, well, be so, God bless you. I respect you, but I know that I too am a man. By the very fact that I respect you without envy I prove my dignity as a man.”", "pos": 778495}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In truth if they don’t say this (for they don’t know how to say this yet), that is how they act. I have seen it myself, I have known it myself, and, would you believe it, the poorer our Russian peasant is, the more noticeable is that serene goodness, for the rich among them are for the most part corrupted already, and much of that is due to our carelessness and indifference. But God will save His people, for Russia is great in her humility. I dream of seeing, and seem to see clearly already, our future. It will come to pass, that even the most corrupt of our rich will end by being ashamed of his riches before the poor, and the poor, seeing his humility, will understand and give way before him, will respond joyfully and kindly to his honorable shame. Believe me that it will end in that; things are moving to that. Equality is to be found only in the spiritual dignity of man, and that will only be understood among us. If we were brothers, there would be fraternity, but before that, they will never agree about the division of wealth. We preserve the image of Christ, and it will shine forth like a precious diamond to the whole world. So may it be, so may it be!", "pos": 779209}
{"speaker": "Afanasy", "text": "Fathers and teachers, a touching incident befell me once. In my wanderings I met in the town of K. my old orderly, Afanasy. It was eight years since I had parted from him. He chanced to see me in the market‐place, recognized me, ran up to me, and how delighted he was! He simply pounced on me: “Master dear, is it you? Is it really you I see?” He took me home with him. Bless them, Father.", "pos": 780384}
{"speaker": "Narrator", "text": "Is it for me to bless them? I am only a humble monk. I will pray for them. And for you, Afanasy Pavlovitch, I have prayed every day since that day, for it all came from you. Why are you weeping? better rejoice over me, dear friend, whom I can never forget, for my path is a glad and joyful one.", "pos": 781109}
{"speaker": "Afanasy", "text": "What has became of your fortune?", "pos": 781734}
{"speaker": "Narrator", "text": "I gave it to the monastery, we live in common.", "pos": 781779}
{"speaker": "Afanasy", "text": "That’s for you in your wanderings, it may be of use to you, Father.", "pos": 782019}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Here we are both now, he at home and I on the road, sighing and shaking our heads, no doubt, and yet smiling joyfully in the gladness of our hearts, remembering how God brought about our meeting.", "pos": 782189}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Am I worth it, that another should serve me and be ordered about by me in his poverty and ignorance?", "pos": 783116}
{"speaker": "People", "text": "When will that time come and does it look like coming?", "pos": 784326}
{"speaker": "All Men", "text": "The stone which the builders rejected has become the corner‐stone of the building.", "pos": 784755}
{"speaker": "Society Members", "text": "What! are we to make our servants sit down on the sofa and offer them tea?", "pos": 785936}
{"speaker": "Narrator", "text": "Why not, sometimes at least?", "pos": 786048}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Lord, have mercy on all who appear before Thee to‐day.", "pos": 786553}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Brothers, have no fear of men’s sin. Love a man even in his sin, for that is the semblance of Divine Love and is the highest love on earth. Love all God’s creation, the whole and every grain of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God’s light. Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all‐ embracing love. Love the animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled. Do not trouble it, don’t harass them, don’t deprive them of their happiness, don’t work against God’s intent. Man, do not pride yourself on superiority to the animals; they are without sin, and you, with your greatness, defile the earth by your appearance on it, and leave the traces of your foulness after you—alas, it is true of almost every one of us! Love children especially, for they too are sinless like the angels; they live to soften and purify our hearts and as it were to guide us. Woe to him who offends a child! Father Anfim taught me to love children. The kind, silent man used often on our wanderings to spend the farthings given us on sweets and cakes for the children. He could not pass by a child without emotion. That’s the nature of the man.", "pos": 787399}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "At some thoughts one stands perplexed, especially at the sight of men’s sin, and wonders whether one should use force or humble love. Always decide to use humble love. If you resolve on that once for all, you may subdue the whole world. Loving humility is marvelously strong, the strongest of all things, and there is nothing else like it.", "pos": 788767}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My brother asked the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless, but it is right; for all is like an ocean, all is flowing and blending; a touch in one place sets up movement at the other end of the earth. It may be senseless to beg forgiveness of the birds, but birds would be happier at your side—a little happier, anyway—and children and all animals, if you were nobler than you are now. It’s all like an ocean, I tell you. Then you would pray to the birds too, consumed by an all‐embracing love, in a sort of transport, and pray that they too will forgive you your sin. Treasure this ecstasy, however senseless it may seem to men.", "pos": 789926}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My friends, pray to God for gladness. Be glad as children, as the birds of heaven. And let not the sin of men confound you in your doings. Fear not that it will wear away your work and hinder its being accomplished. Do not say, “Sin is mighty, wickedness is mighty, evil environment is mighty, and we are lonely and helpless, and evil environment is wearing us away and hindering our good work from being done.” Fly from that dejection, children! There is only one means of salvation, then take yourself and make yourself responsible for all men’s sins, that is the truth, you know, friends, for as soon as you sincerely make yourself responsible for everything and for all men, you will see at once that it is really so, and that you are to blame for every one and for all things. But throwing your own indolence and impotence on others you will end by sharing the pride of Satan and murmuring against God.", "pos": 790562}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Of the pride of Satan what I think is this: it is hard for us on earth to comprehend it, and therefore it is so easy to fall into error and to share it, even imagining that we are doing something grand and fine. Indeed, many of the strongest feelings and movements of our nature we cannot comprehend on earth. Let not that be a stumbling‐block, and think not that it may serve as a justification to you for anything. For the Eternal Judge asks of you what you can comprehend and not what you cannot. You will know that yourself hereafter, for you will behold all things truly then and will not dispute them. On earth, indeed, we are as it were astray, and if it were not for the precious image of Christ before us, we should be undone and altogether lost, as was the human race before the flood. Much on earth is hidden from us, but to make up for that we have been given a precious mystic sense of our living bond with the other world, with the higher heavenly world, and the roots of our thoughts and feelings are not here but in other worlds. That is why the philosophers say that we cannot apprehend the reality of things on earth.", "pos": 791470}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "God took seeds from different worlds and sowed them on this earth, and His garden grew up and everything came up that could come up, but what grows lives and is alive only through the feeling of its contact with other mysterious worlds. If that feeling grows weak or is destroyed in you, the heavenly growth will die away in you. Then you will be indifferent to life and even grow to hate it. That’s what I think.", "pos": 792606}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I have not done what I ought to have done,", "pos": 794332}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. I am and I love.", "pos": 797433}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Now I have understanding, and though I now thirst to love, there will be nothing great, no sacrifice in my love, for my earthly life is over, and Abraham will not come even with a drop of living water (that is the gift of earthly active life) to cool the fiery thirst of spiritual love which burns in me now, though I despised it on earth; there is no more life for me and will be no more time! Even though I would gladly give my life for others, it can never be, for that life is passed which can be sacrificed for love, and now there is a gulf fixed between that life and this existence.", "pos": 798302}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Such immediate expectation of something extraordinary, shows a levity, possible to worldly people but unseemly in us.", "pos": 806628}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "everything that takes place", "pos": 808332}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Enough, dear son, enough, dear. Why do you weep? Rejoice and weep not. Don’t you know that this is the greatest of his days? Think only where he is now, at this moment! Maybe it is well, weep if you must, Christ has sent you those tears. Your touching tears are but a relief to your spirit and will serve to gladden your dear heart,", "pos": 809428}
{"speaker": "Deceased Elder", "text": "men love the downfall and disgrace of the righteous,", "pos": 812568}
{"speaker": "Layman", "text": "It shows God’s judgment is not as man’s,", "pos": 817864}
{"speaker": "Monks", "text": "And for what reason can this have happened, he had a small frame and his flesh was dried up on his bones, what was there to decay? It must be a sign from heaven, was in excess of nature,", "pos": 818434}
{"speaker": "Father Iosif", "text": "this is not held everywhere alike. And if the bones are yellow as wax, that is the great sign that the Lord has glorified the dead saint, if they are not yellow but black, it shows that God has not deemed him worthy of such glory—that is the belief in Athos, a great place, where the Orthodox doctrine has been preserved from of old, unbroken and in its greatest purity,", "pos": 819205}
{"speaker": "Monks", "text": "That’s all pedantry and innovation, no use listening to it. We stick to the old doctrine, there are all sorts of innovations nowadays, are we to follow them all?", "pos": 820133}
{"speaker": "Sneering Monks", "text": "We have had as many holy fathers as they had. There they are among the Turks, they have forgotten everything. Their doctrine has long been impure and they have no bells even,", "pos": 820332}
{"speaker": "Monks Hostile to Elders", "text": "There was no smell of corruption from the late elder Varsonofy, but a sweet fragrance. But he gained that glory not because he was an elder, but because he was a holy man.", "pos": 821205}
{"speaker": "Unreasonable Monks", "text": "His teaching was false; he taught that life is a great joy and not a vale of tears,", "pos": 821489}
{"speaker": "More Unreasonable Monks", "text": "He followed the fashionable belief, he did not recognize material fire in hell,", "pos": 821611}
{"speaker": "Envious Monks", "text": "He was not strict in fasting, allowed himself sweet things, ate cherry jam with his tea, ladies used to send it to him. Is it for a monk of strict rule to drink tea?", "pos": 821733}
{"speaker": "Malignant Monks", "text": "He sat in pride, he considered himself a saint and he took it as his due when people knelt before him.", "pos": 821943}
{"speaker": "Fiercest Opponents of Elders", "text": "He abused the sacrament of confession,", "pos": 822092}
{"speaker": "monk from Obdorsk", "text": "Yes, clearly Father Ferapont was right in his judgment yesterday,", "pos": 822615}
{"speaker": "Monks", "text": "He is holier than all of us and he follows a rule harder than ours. And if he does not go to church, it’s because he knows when he ought to; he has his own rule.", "pos": 823324}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "Casting out I cast out! Satan, go hence! Satan, go hence! Casting out I cast out,", "pos": 825309}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "What have you come for, worthy Father? Why do you offend against good order? Why do you disturb the peace of the flock?", "pos": 826141}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "What have I come for? You ask why? What is your faith? I’ve come here to drive out your visitors, the unclean devils. I’ve come to see how many have gathered here while I have been away. I want to sweep them out with a birch broom.", "pos": 826304}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "You cast out the evil spirit, but perhaps you are serving him yourself. And who can say of himself ‘I am holy’? Can you, Father?", "pos": 826573}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "I am unclean, not holy. I would not sit in an arm‐chair and would not have them bow down to me as an idol. Nowadays folk destroy the true faith. The dead man, your saint, did not believe in devils. He gave medicine to keep off the devils. And so they have become as common as spiders in the corners. And now he has begun to stink himself. In that we see a great sign from God.", "pos": 826740}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Go away, Father! it’s not for man to judge but for God. Perhaps we see here a ‘sign’ which neither you, nor I, nor any one of us is able to comprehend. Go, Father, and do not trouble the flock!", "pos": 827816}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "He did not keep the fasts according to the rule and therefore the sign has come. That is clear and it’s a sin to hide it. He was seduced by sweetmeats, ladies brought them to him in their pockets, he sipped tea, he worshiped his belly, filling it with sweet things and his mind with haughty thoughts.... And for this he is put to shame....", "pos": 828082}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "You speak lightly, Father. I admire your fasting and severities, but you speak lightly like some frivolous youth, fickle and childish. Go away, Father, I command you!", "pos": 828513}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "I will go. You learned men! You are so clever you look down upon my humbleness. I came hither with little learning and here I have forgotten what I did know, God Himself has preserved me in my weakness from your subtlety. To‐morrow they will sing over him ‘Our Helper and Defender’—a splendid anthem—and over me when I die all they’ll sing will be ‘What earthly joy’—a little canticle. You are proud and puffed up, this is a vain place!", "pos": 828761}
{"speaker": "Father Ferapont", "text": "My God has conquered! Christ has conquered the setting sun!", "pos": 830045}
{"speaker": "some", "text": "This is the one who is a saint! This is the one who is a holy man!", "pos": 830434}
{"speaker": "others", "text": "This is he who should be an elder,", "pos": 830540}
{"speaker": "other voices", "text": "He wouldn’t be an elder ... he would refuse ... he wouldn’t serve a cursed innovation ... he wouldn’t imitate their foolery,", "pos": 830603}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Why am I sad even to dejection? Can that boy mean so much to my heart now? Have you, too, fallen into temptation? Can you be with those of little faith? Where are you hastening? The bell calls to service. Are you leaving the hermitage? What, without asking leave, without asking a blessing? You will come back again!", "pos": 831389}
{"speaker": "reasonable people", "text": "But, every young man cannot believe in such a superstition and your hero is no model for others.", "pos": 835037}
{"speaker": "Narrator", "text": "Yes! my hero had faith, a faith holy and steadfast, but still I am not going to apologize for him.", "pos": 835201}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "You here, Alexey? Can you have— Can you have come to this? What’s the matter? I say, I’ve been looking for you for the last two hours. You suddenly disappeared. What are you about? What foolery is this? You might just look at me... Do you know your face is quite changed? There’s none of your famous mildness to be seen in it. Are you angry with some one? Have they been ill‐treating you?", "pos": 840001}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let me alone,", "pos": 840898}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Oho! So that’s how we are feeling! So you can shout at people like other mortals. That is a come-down from the angels. I say, Alyosha, you have surprised me, do you hear? I mean it. It’s long since I’ve been surprised at anything here. I always took you for an educated man.... Can you really be so upset simply because your old man has begun to stink? You don’t mean to say you seriously believed that he was going to work miracles?", "pos": 841000}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I believed, I believe, I want to believe, and I will believe, what more do you want?", "pos": 841575}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Nothing at all, my boy. Damn it all! why, no schoolboy of thirteen believes in that now. But there.... So now you are in a temper with your God, you are rebelling against Him; He hasn’t given promotion, He hasn’t bestowed the order of merit! Eh, you are a set!", "pos": 841687}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I am not rebelling against my God; I simply ‘don’t accept His world.’", "pos": 842091}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "How do you mean, you don’t accept the world? What idiocy is this? Come, enough nonsense, now to business. Have you had anything to eat to‐ day?", "pos": 842204}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t remember.... I think I have.", "pos": 842420}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "You need keeping up, to judge by your face. It makes one sorry to look at you. You didn’t sleep all night either, I hear, you had a meeting in there. And then all this bobbery afterwards. Most likely you’ve had nothing to eat but a mouthful of holy bread. I’ve got some sausage in my pocket; I’ve brought it from the town in case of need, only you won’t eat sausage....", "pos": 842459}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Give me some.", "pos": 842831}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "I say! You are going it! Why, it’s a regular mutiny, with barricades! Well, my boy, we must make the most of it. Come to my place.... I shouldn’t mind a drop of vodka myself, I am tired to death. Vodka is going too far for you, I suppose ... or would you like some?", "pos": 842847}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Give me some vodka too.", "pos": 843115}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Hullo! You surprise me, brother! Well, one way or another, vodka or sausage, this is a jolly fine chance and mustn’t be missed. Come along. If your little brother Ivan could see this—wouldn’t he be surprised! By the way, your brother Ivan set off to Moscow this morning, did you know?", "pos": 843141}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 843516}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Your brother Ivan declared once that I was a ‘liberal booby with no talents whatsoever.’ Once you, too, could not resist letting me know I was ‘dishonorable.’ Well! I should like to see what your talents and sense of honor will do for you now. Listen! let’s go by the path beyond the monastery straight to the town. Hm! I ought to go to Madame Hohlakov’s by the way. Only fancy, I’ve written to tell her everything that happened, and would you believe it, she answered me instantly in pencil (the lady has a passion for writing notes) that ‘she would never have expected such conduct from a man of such a reverend character as Father Zossima.’ That was her very word: ‘conduct.’ She is angry too. Eh, you are a set! Stay! Do you know, Alyosha. Alyosha, do you know where we had better go?", "pos": 843938}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t care ... where you like.", "pos": 845250}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Let’s go to Grushenka, eh? Will you come?", "pos": 845285}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let’s go to Grushenka,", "pos": 845388}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Well! I say! And how glad she will be, how delighted!", "pos": 845542}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "So the critical moment has come, and we shall catch it on the hop, for it’s just what we want.", "pos": 846334}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "You are a wench with brains, and you must look after yourself, but let me tell you that except your yearly allowance as before, you’ll get nothing more from me to the day of my death, and I’ll leave you nothing in my will either.", "pos": 850738}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "If you have to choose between the two, father or son, you’d better choose the old man, if only you make sure the old scoundrel will marry you and settle some fortune on you beforehand. But don’t keep on with the captain, you’ll get no good out of that.", "pos": 851926}
{"speaker": "Grushenka's servants", "text": "he threatened to murder her.", "pos": 852738}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Who’s there?", "pos": 854120}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "It’s not he, it’s nothing, only other visitors.", "pos": 854206}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "What can be the matter?", "pos": 854256}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Ah, it’s you, Rakitin? You quite frightened me. Whom have you brought? Who is this with you? Good heavens, you have brought him!", "pos": 854604}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Do send for candles!", "pos": 854771}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Candles ... of course, candles.... Fenya, fetch him a candle.... Well, you have chosen a moment to bring him!", "pos": 854909}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Haven’t I managed to please you?", "pos": 855180}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "You frightened me, Rakitin, that’s what it is. Don’t be afraid of me, my dear Alyosha, you cannot think how glad I am to see you, my unexpected visitor. But you frightened me, Rakitin, I thought it was Mitya breaking in. You see, I deceived him just now, I made him promise to believe me and I told him a lie. I told him that I was going to spend the evening with my old man, Kuzma Kuzmitch, and should be there till late counting up his money. I always spend one whole evening a week with him making up his accounts. We lock ourselves in and he counts on the reckoning beads while I sit and put things down in the book. I am the only person he trusts. Mitya believes that I am there, but I came back and have been sitting locked in here, expecting some news. How was it Fenya let you in? Fenya, Fenya, run out to the gate, open it and look about whether the captain is to be seen! Perhaps he is hiding and spying, I am dreadfully frightened.", "pos": 855257}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "There’s no one there, Agrafena Alexandrovna, I’ve just looked out, I keep running to peep through the crack, I am in fear and trembling myself.", "pos": 856246}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Are the shutters fastened, Fenya? And we must draw the curtains—that’s better! He’d rush in at once if he saw a light. I am afraid of your brother Mitya to‐day, Alyosha.", "pos": 856392}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Why are you so afraid of Mitya to‐day? I should have thought you were not timid with him, you’d twist him round your little finger.", "pos": 856694}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I tell you, I am expecting news, priceless news, so I don’t want Mitya at all. And he didn’t believe, I feel he didn’t, that I should stay at Kuzma Kuzmitch’s. He must be in his ambush now, behind Fyodor Pavlovitch’s, in the garden, watching for me. And if he’s there, he won’t come here, so much the better! But I really have been to Kuzma Kuzmitch’s, Mitya escorted me there. I told him I should stay there till midnight, and I asked him to be sure to come at midnight to fetch me home. He went away and I sat ten minutes with Kuzma Kuzmitch and came back here again. Ugh, I was afraid, I ran for fear of meeting him.", "pos": 856848}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "And why are you so dressed up? What a curious cap you’ve got on!", "pos": 857470}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "How curious you are yourself, Rakitin! I tell you, I am expecting a message. If the message comes, I shall fly, I shall gallop away and you will see no more of me. That’s why I am dressed up, so as to be ready.", "pos": 857537}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "And where are you flying to?", "pos": 857750}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "If you know too much, you’ll get old too soon.", "pos": 857781}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Upon my word! You are highly delighted ... I’ve never seen you like this before. You are dressed up as if you were going to a ball.", "pos": 857830}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Much you know about balls.", "pos": 857996}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "And do you know much about them?", "pos": 858025}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I have seen a ball. The year before last, Kuzma Kuzmitch’s son was married and I looked on from the gallery. Do you suppose I want to be talking to you, Rakitin, while a prince like this is standing here. Such a visitor! Alyosha, my dear boy, I gaze at you and can’t believe my eyes. Good heavens, can you have come here to see me! To tell you the truth, I never had a thought of seeing you and I didn’t think that you would ever come and see me. Though this is not the moment now, I am awfully glad to see you. Sit down on the sofa, here, that’s right, my bright young moon. I really can’t take it in even now.... Eh, Rakitin, if only you had brought him yesterday or the day before! But I am glad as it is! Perhaps it’s better he has come now, at such a moment, and not the day before yesterday.", "pos": 858060}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Dear me, how everything comes together to‐day! And why I am so glad to see you, Alyosha, I couldn’t say myself! If you ask me, I couldn’t tell you.", "pos": 859833}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Come, don’t you know why you’re glad? You used to be always pestering me to bring him, you’d some object, I suppose.", "pos": 860009}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I had a different object once, but now that’s over, this is not the moment. I say, I want you to have something nice. I am so good‐natured now. You sit down, too, Rakitin; why are you standing? You’ve sat down already? There’s no fear of Rakitin’s forgetting to look after himself. Look, Alyosha, he’s sitting there opposite us, so offended that I didn’t ask him to sit down before you. Ugh, Rakitin is such a one to take offense! Don’t be angry, Rakitin, I’m kind to‐day. Why are you so depressed, Alyosha? Are you afraid of me?", "pos": 860154}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "He’s sad. The promotion has not been given,", "pos": 860752}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What promotion?", "pos": 860814}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "His elder stinks.", "pos": 860832}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What? You are talking some nonsense, you want to say something nasty. Be quiet, you stupid! Let me sit on your knee, Alyosha, like this. I’ll cheer you up, my pious boy. Yes, really, will you let me sit on your knee? You won’t be angry? If you tell me, I’ll get off?", "pos": 860852}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "You’ve talked nonsense enough, you’d much better give us some champagne. You owe it me, you know you do!", "pos": 862393}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Yes, I really do. Do you know, Alyosha, I promised him champagne on the top of everything, if he’d bring you? I’ll have some too! Fenya, Fenya, bring us the bottle Mitya left! Look sharp! Though I am so stingy, I’ll stand a bottle, not for you, Rakitin, you’re a toadstool, but he is a falcon! And though my heart is full of something very different, so be it, I’ll drink with you. I long for some dissipation.", "pos": 862517}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "But what is the matter with you? And what is this message, may I ask, or is it a secret?", "pos": 862930}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Ech, it’s not a secret, and you know it, too. My officer is coming, Rakitin, my officer is coming. I heard he was coming, but is he so near?", "pos": 863143}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is at Mokroe now; he’ll send a messenger from there, so he wrote; I got a letter from him to‐day. I am expecting the messenger every minute.", "pos": 863470}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "You don’t say so! Why at Mokroe?", "pos": 863616}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That’s a long story, I’ve told you enough.", "pos": 863651}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Mitya’ll be up to something now—I say! Does he know or doesn’t he?", "pos": 863696}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He know! Of course he doesn’t. If he knew, there would be murder. But I am not afraid of that now, I am not afraid of his knife. Be quiet, Rakitin, don’t remind me of Dmitri Fyodorovitch, he has bruised my heart. And I don’t want to think of that at this moment. I can think of Alyosha here, I can look at Alyosha ... smile at me, dear, cheer up, smile at my foolishness, at my pleasure.... Ah, he’s smiling, he’s smiling! How kindly he looks at me! And you know, Alyosha, I’ve been thinking all this time you were angry with me, because of the day before yesterday, because of that young lady. I was a cur, that’s the truth.... But it’s a good thing it happened so. It was a horrid thing, but a good thing too.", "pos": 863765}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Mitya told me that she screamed out that I ‘ought to be flogged.’ I did insult her dreadfully. She sent for me, she wanted to make a conquest of me, to win me over with her chocolate.... No, it’s a good thing it did end like that. But I am still afraid of your being angry.", "pos": 864550}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Yes, that’s really true. Alyosha, she is really afraid of a chicken like you.", "pos": 864846}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "He is a chicken to you, Rakitin ... because you’ve no conscience, that’s what it is! You see, I love him with all my soul, that’s how it is! Alyosha, do you believe I love you with all my soul?", "pos": 864975}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Ah, you shameless woman! She is making you a declaration, Alexey!", "pos": 865171}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well, what of it, I love him!", "pos": 865239}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "And what about your officer? And the priceless message from Mokroe?", "pos": 865271}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "That is quite different.", "pos": 865341}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "That’s a woman’s way of looking at it!", "pos": 865368}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Don’t you make me angry, Rakitin. This is quite different. I love Alyosha in a different way. It’s true, Alyosha, I had sly designs on you before. For I am a horrid, violent creature. But at other times I’ve looked upon you, Alyosha, as my conscience. I’ve kept thinking ‘how any one like that must despise a nasty thing like me.’ I thought that the day before yesterday, as I ran home from the young lady’s. I have thought of you a long time in that way, Alyosha, and Mitya knows, I’ve talked to him about it. Mitya understands. Would you believe it, I sometimes look at you and feel ashamed, utterly ashamed of myself.... And how, and since when, I began to think about you like that, I can’t say, I don’t remember....", "pos": 865409}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Here’s the champagne! You’re excited, Agrafena Alexandrovna, and not yourself. When you’ve had a glass of champagne, you’ll be ready to dance. Eh, they can’t even do that properly, the old woman’s poured it out in the kitchen and the bottle’s been brought in warm and without a cork. Well, let me have some, anyway. One doesn’t often stumble upon champagne. Now, Alyosha, take a glass, show what you can do! What shall we drink to? The gates of paradise? Take a glass, Grushenka, you drink to the gates of paradise, too.", "pos": 866263}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What gates of paradise?", "pos": 866963}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I’d better not,", "pos": 867052}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "And you bragged!", "pos": 867092}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well, if so, I won’t either. I really don’t want any. You can drink the whole bottle alone, Rakitin. If Alyosha has some, I will.", "pos": 867126}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "What touching sentimentality! and she’s sitting on his knee, too! He’s got something to grieve over, but what’s the matter with you? He is rebelling against his God and ready to eat sausage.... His elder died to‐day, Father Zossima, the saint.", "pos": 867281}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "So Father Zossima is dead. Good God, I did not know! Goodness, what have I been doing, sitting on his knee like this at such a moment!", "pos": 867566}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Rakitin, don’t taunt me with having rebelled against God. I don’t want to feel angry with you, so you must be kinder, too, I’ve lost a treasure such as you have never had, and you cannot judge me now. You had much better look at her—do you see how she has pity on me? I came here to find a wicked soul—I felt drawn to evil because I was base and evil myself, and I’ve found a true sister, I have found a treasure—a loving heart. She had pity on me just now.... Agrafena Alexandrovna, I am speaking of you. You’ve raised my soul from the depths.", "pos": 867931}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Stay, Rakitin. Hush, both of you. Now I’ll tell you all about it. Hush, Alyosha, your words make me ashamed, for I am bad and not good—that’s what I am. And you hush, Rakitin, because you are telling lies. I had the low idea of trying to get him in my clutches, but now you are lying, now it’s all different. And don’t let me hear anything more from you, Rakitin.", "pos": 868704}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "They are both crazy. I feel as though I were in a madhouse. They’re both getting so feeble they’ll begin crying in a minute.", "pos": 869139}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I shall begin to cry, I shall. He called me his sister and I shall never forget that. Only let me tell you, Rakitin, though I am bad, I did give away an onion.", "pos": 869314}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "An onion? Hang it all, you really are crazy.", "pos": 869498}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "You see, Alyosha. I was boasting when I told Rakitin I had given away an onion, but it’s not to boast I tell you about it. It’s only a story, but it’s a nice story. I used to hear it when I was a child from Matryona, my cook, who is still with me. It’s like this. Once upon a time there was a peasant woman and a very wicked woman she was. And she died and did not leave a single good deed behind. The devils caught her and plunged her into the lake of fire. So her guardian angel stood and wondered what good deed of hers he could remember to tell to God; ‘She once pulled up an onion in her garden,’ said he, ‘and gave it to a beggar woman.’ And God answered: ‘You take that onion then, hold it out to her in the lake, and let her take hold and be pulled out. And if you can pull her out of the lake, let her come to Paradise, but if the onion breaks, then the woman must stay where she is.’ The angel ran to the woman and held out the onion to her. ‘Come,’ said he, ‘catch hold and I’ll pull you out.’ And he began cautiously pulling her out. He had just pulled her right out, when the other sinners in the lake, seeing how she was being drawn out, began catching hold of her so as to be pulled out with her. But she was a very wicked woman and she began kicking them. ‘I’m to be pulled out, not you. It’s my onion, not yours.’ As soon as she said that, the onion broke. And the woman fell into the lake and she is burning there to this day. So the angel wept and went away. So that’s the story, Alyosha; I know it by heart, for I am that wicked woman myself. I boasted to Rakitin that I had given away an onion, but to you I’ll say: ‘I’ve done nothing but give away one onion all my life, that’s the only good deed I’ve done.’ So don’t praise me, Alyosha, don’t think me good, I am bad, I am a wicked woman and you make me ashamed if you praise me. Eh, I must confess everything. Listen, Alyosha. I was so anxious to get hold of you that I promised Rakitin twenty‐five roubles if he would bring you to me. Stay, Rakitin, wait! Take it. Rakitin, I owe it you, there’s no fear of your refusing it, you asked for it yourself.", "pos": 869968}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Likely I should refuse it. That will come in very handy; fools are made for wise men’s profit.", "pos": 872359}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "And now hold your tongue, Rakitin, what I am going to say now is not for your ears. Sit down in that corner and keep quiet. You don’t like us, so hold your tongue.", "pos": 872540}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "What should I like you for?", "pos": 872706}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "You should love people without a reason, as Alyosha does.", "pos": 873260}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "How does he love you? How has he shown it, that you make such a fuss about it?", "pos": 873320}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Hush, Rakitin, you know nothing about us! And don’t dare to speak to me like that again. How dare you be so familiar! Sit in that corner and be quiet, as though you were my footman! And now, Alyosha, I’ll tell you the whole truth, that you may see what a wretch I am! I am not talking to Rakitin, but to you. I wanted to ruin you, Alyosha, that’s the holy truth; I quite meant to. I wanted to so much, that I bribed Rakitin to bring you. And why did I want to do such a thing? You knew nothing about it, Alyosha, you turned away from me; if you passed me, you dropped your eyes. And I’ve looked at you a hundred times before to‐day; I began asking every one about you. Your face haunted my heart. ‘He despises me,’ I thought; ‘he won’t even look at me.’ And I felt it so much at last that I wondered at myself for being so frightened of a boy. I’ll get him in my clutches and laugh at him. I was full of spite and anger. Would you believe it, nobody here dares talk or think of coming to Agrafena Alexandrovna with any evil purpose. Old Kuzma is the only man I have anything to do with here; I was bound and sold to him; Satan brought us together, but there has been no one else. But looking at you, I thought, I’ll get him in my clutches and laugh at him. You see what a spiteful cur I am, and you called me your sister! And now that man who wronged me has come; I sit here waiting for a message from him. And do you know what that man has been to me? Five years ago, when Kuzma brought me here, I used to shut myself up, that no one might have sight or sound of me. I was a silly slip of a girl; I used to sit here sobbing; I used to lie awake all night, thinking: ‘Where is he now, the man who wronged me? He is laughing at me with another woman, most likely. If only I could see him, if I could meet him again, I’d pay him out, I’d pay him out!’ At night I used to lie sobbing into my pillow in the dark, and I used to brood over it; I used to tear my heart on purpose and gloat over my anger. ‘I’ll pay him out, I’ll pay him out!’ That’s what I used to cry out in the dark. And when I suddenly thought that I should really do nothing to him, and that he was laughing at me then, or perhaps had utterly forgotten me, I would fling myself on the floor, melt into helpless tears, and lie there shaking till dawn. In the morning I would get up more spiteful than a dog, ready to tear the whole world to pieces. And then what do you think? I began saving money, I became hard‐hearted, grew stout—grew wiser, would you say? No, no one in the whole world sees it, no one knows it, but when night comes on, I sometimes lie as I did five years ago, when I was a silly girl, clenching my teeth and crying all night, thinking, ‘I’ll pay him out, I’ll pay him out!’ Do you hear? Well then, now you understand me. A month ago a letter came to me—he was coming, he was a widower, he wanted to see me. It took my breath away; then I suddenly thought: ‘If he comes and whistles to call me, I shall creep back to him like a beaten dog.’ I couldn’t believe myself. Am I so abject? Shall I run to him or not? And I’ve been in such a rage with myself all this month that I am worse than I was five years ago. Do you see now, Alyosha, what a violent, vindictive creature I am? I have shown you the whole truth! I played with Mitya to keep me from running to that other. Hush, Rakitin, it’s not for you to judge me, I am not speaking to you. Before you came in, I was lying here waiting, brooding, deciding my whole future life, and you can never know what was in my heart. Yes, Alyosha, tell your young lady not to be angry with me for what happened the day before yesterday.... Nobody in the whole world knows what I am going through now, and no one ever can know.... For perhaps I shall take a knife with me to‐day, I can’t make up my mind ...", "pos": 873517}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Misha, don’t be angry. She wounded you, but don’t be angry. You heard what she said just now? You mustn’t ask too much of human endurance, one must be merciful.", "pos": 877529}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "You were so primed up with your elder’s teaching last night that now you have to let it off on me, Alexey, man of God!", "pos": 877943}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Don’t laugh, Rakitin, don’t smile, don’t talk of the dead—he was better than any one in the world! I didn’t speak to you as a judge but as the lowest of the judged. What am I beside her? I came here seeking my ruin, and said to myself, ‘What does it matter?’ in my cowardliness, but she, after five years in torment, as soon as any one says a word from the heart to her—it makes her forget everything, forgive everything, in her tears! The man who has wronged her has come back, he sends for her and she forgives him everything, and hastens joyfully to meet him and she won’t take a knife with her. She won’t! No, I am not like that. I don’t know whether you are, Misha, but I am not like that. It’s a lesson to me.... She is more loving than we.... Have you heard her speak before of what she has just told us? No, you haven’t; if you had, you’d have understood her long ago ... and the person insulted the day before yesterday must forgive her, too! She will, when she knows ... and she shall know.... This soul is not yet at peace with itself, one must be tender with it ... there may be a treasure in that soul....", "pos": 878102}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "She’s found some one to plead her cause! Why, are you in love with her? Agrafena Alexandrovna, our monk’s really in love with you, you’ve made a conquest!", "pos": 879440}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Let him alone, Alyosha, my cherub; you see what he is, he is not a person for you to speak to. Mihail Osipovitch. I meant to beg your pardon for being rude to you, but now I don’t want to. Alyosha, come to me, sit down here. That’s right, sit here. Tell me, tell me, do I love that man or not? the man who wronged me, do I love him or not? Before you came, I lay here in the dark, asking my heart whether I loved him. Decide for me, Alyosha, the time has come, it shall be as you say. Am I to forgive him or not?", "pos": 879746}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But you have forgiven him already,", "pos": 880390}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Yes, I really have forgiven him. What an abject heart! To my abject heart! Perhaps I haven’t forgiven him, though. Perhaps my heart is only getting ready to forgive. I shall struggle with my heart. You see, Alyosha, I’ve grown to love my tears in these five years.... Perhaps I only love my resentment, not him ...", "pos": 880450}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Well, I shouldn’t care to be in his shoes,", "pos": 881111}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well, you won’t be, Rakitin, you’ll never be in his shoes. You shall black my shoes, Rakitin, that’s the place you are fit for. You’ll never get a woman like me ... and he won’t either, perhaps ...", "pos": 881172}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Won’t he? Then why are you dressed up like that?", "pos": 881372}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Don’t taunt me with dressing up, Rakitin, you don’t know all that is in my heart! If I choose to tear off my finery, I’ll tear it off at once, this minute. You don’t know what that finery is for, Rakitin! Perhaps I shall see him and say: ‘Have you ever seen me look like this before?’ He left me a thin, consumptive cry‐baby of seventeen. I’ll sit by him, fascinate him and work him up. ‘Do you see what I am like now?’ I’ll say to him; ‘well, and that’s enough for you, my dear sir, there’s many a slip twixt the cup and the lip!’ That may be what the finery is for, Rakitin. I’m violent and resentful, Alyosha, I’ll tear off my finery, I’ll destroy my beauty, I’ll scorch my face, slash it with a knife, and turn beggar. If I choose, I won’t go anywhere now to see any one. If I choose, I’ll send Kuzma back all he has ever given me, to‐morrow, and all his money and I’ll go out charing for the rest of my life. You think I wouldn’t do it, Rakitin, that I would not dare to do it? I would, I would, I could do it directly, only don’t exasperate me ... and I’ll send him about his business, I’ll snap my fingers in his face, he shall never see me again!", "pos": 881460}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "It’s time we were off,", "pos": 882857}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Surely you don’t want to go, Alyosha!", "pos": 882978}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "He can hardly spend the night with you! Though if he wants to, let him! I’ll go alone,", "pos": 883172}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Hush, evil tongue!", "pos": 883288}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "What has he said to you so special?", "pos": 883398}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I can’t say, I don’t know. I don’t know what he said to me, it went straight to my heart; he has wrung my heart.... He is the first, the only one who has pitied me, that’s what it is. Why did you not come before, you angel? I’ve been waiting all my life for some one like you, I knew that some one like you would come and forgive me. I believed that, nasty as I am, some one would really love me, not only with a shameful love!", "pos": 883461}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What have I done to you?", "pos": 883956}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "Mistress, mistress darling, a messenger has galloped up. A carriage from Mokroe for you, Timofey the driver, with three horses, they are just putting in fresh horses.... A letter, here’s the letter, mistress.", "pos": 884371}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "He has sent for me. I will go, five years of my life! Good‐by! Good‐by, Alyosha, my fate is sealed. Go, go, leave me all of you, don’t let me see you again! Grushenka is flying to a new life.... Don’t you remember evil against me either, Rakitin. I may be going to my death! Ugh! I feel as though I were drunk!", "pos": 884827}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Well, she has no thoughts for us now!", "pos": 885428}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Alyosha, give my greetings to your brother Mitya and tell him not to remember evil against me, though I have brought him misery. And tell him, too, in my words: ‘Grushenka has fallen to a scoundrel, and not to you, noble heart.’ And add, too, that Grushenka loved him only one hour, only one short hour she loved him—so let him remember that hour all his life—say, ‘Grushenka tells you to!’", "pos": 885960}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "H’m, h’m! she murders your brother Mitya and then tells him to remember it all his life! What ferocity! He is a Pole, that officer of hers. Well, so you’ve saved the sinner?", "pos": 886422}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Hush, Rakitin,", "pos": 887615}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "So you despise me now for those twenty‐five roubles? I’ve sold my friend, you think. But you are not Christ, you know, and I am not Judas.", "pos": 887671}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, Rakitin, I assure you I’d forgotten about it,", "pos": 887812}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Damnation take you all and each of you!", "pos": 887955}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "And the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee; And the mother of Jesus was there; And both Jesus was called, and his disciples, to the marriage.", "pos": 890684}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Marriage? What’s that?... A marriage! There is happiness for her, too.... She has gone to the feast.... No, she has not taken the knife.... That was only a tragic phrase.... Well ... tragic phrases should be forgiven, they must be. Tragic phrases comfort the heart.... Without them, sorrow would be too heavy for men to bear. Rakitin has gone off to the back alley. As long as Rakitin broods over his wrongs, he will always go off to the back alley.... But the high road ... The road is wide and straight and bright as crystal, and the sun is at the end of it.... Ah!... What’s being read?", "pos": 890865}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "And when they wanted wine, the mother of Jesus saith unto him, They have no wine", "pos": 891503}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, yes, I was missing that, and I didn’t want to miss it, I love that passage: it’s Cana of Galilee, the first miracle.... Ah, that miracle! Ah, that sweet miracle! It was not men’s grief, but their joy Christ visited, He worked His first miracle to help men’s gladness.... ‘He who loves men loves their gladness, too’ ... He was always repeating that, it was one of his leading ideas.... ‘There’s no living without joy,’ Mitya says.... Yes, Mitya.... ‘Everything that is true and good is always full of forgiveness,’ he used to say that, too", "pos": 891605}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Jesus saith unto her, Woman, what has it to do with thee or me? Mine hour is not yet come. His mother saith unto the servants, Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it", "pos": 892155}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Do it.... Gladness, the gladness of some poor, very poor, people.... Of course they were poor, since they hadn’t wine enough even at a wedding.... The historians write that, in those days, the people living about the Lake of Gennesaret were the poorest that can possibly be imagined ... and another great heart, that other great being, His Mother, knew that He had come not only to make His great terrible sacrifice. She knew that His heart was open even to the simple, artless merrymaking of some obscure and unlearned people, who had warmly bidden Him to their poor wedding. ‘Mine hour is not yet come,’ He said, with a soft smile (He must have smiled gently to her). And, indeed, was it to make wine abundant at poor weddings He had come down to earth? And yet He went and did as she asked Him.... Ah, he is reading again", "pos": 892325}
{"speaker": "Father Païssy", "text": "Jesus saith unto them, Fill the waterpots with water. And they filled them up to the brim. And he saith unto them, Draw out now and bear unto the governor of the feast. And they bare it. When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was; (but the servants which drew the water knew;) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom. And saith unto him, Every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, that which is worse; but thou hast kept the good wine until now.", "pos": 893156}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But what’s this, what’s this? Why is the room growing wider?... Ah, yes ... It’s the marriage, the wedding ... yes, of course. Here are the guests, here are the young couple sitting, and the merry crowd and ... Where is the wise governor of the feast? But who is this? Who? Again the walls are receding.... Who is getting up there from the great table? What!... He here, too? But he’s in the coffin ... but he’s here, too. He has stood up, he sees me, he is coming here.... God!", "pos": 893708}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Yes, my dear, I am called, too, called and bidden. Why have you hidden yourself here, out of sight? You come and join us too. We are rejoicing. We are drinking the new wine, the wine of new, great gladness; do you see how many guests? Here are the bride and bridegroom, here is the wise governor of the feast, he is tasting the new wine. Why do you wonder at me? I gave an onion to a beggar, so I, too, am here. And many here have given only an onion each—only one little onion.... What are all our deeds? And you, my gentle one, you, my kind boy, you too have known how to give a famished woman an onion to‐day. Begin your work, dear one, begin it, gentle one!... Do you see our Sun, do you see Him?", "pos": 894608}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I am afraid ... I dare not look,", "pos": 895542}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "Do not fear Him. He is terrible in His greatness, awful in His sublimity, but infinitely merciful. He has made Himself like unto us from love and rejoices with us. He is changing the water into wine that the gladness of the guests may not be cut short. He is expecting new guests, He is calling new ones unceasingly for ever and ever.... There they are bringing new wine. Do you see they are bringing the vessels....", "pos": 895596}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Water the earth with the tears of your joy and love those tears, he was not ashamed of that ecstasy. in contact with other worlds. And others are praying for me too,", "pos": 898068}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Some one visited my soul in that hour,", "pos": 899175}
{"speaker": "Father Zossima", "text": "sojourn in the world.", "pos": 899379}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’ve been a scoundrel to one of them, and I shall be a scoundrel again to the other directly, and when Grushenka knows, she won’t care for such a scoundrel.", "pos": 906679}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "What is it you want of me, sir?", "pos": 916503}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Most honored sir, Kuzma Kuzmitch, you have no doubt heard more than once of my disputes with my father, Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, who robbed me of my inheritance from my mother ... seeing the whole town is gossiping about it ... for here every one’s gossiping of what they shouldn’t ... and besides, it might have reached you through Grushenka ... I beg your pardon, through Agrafena Alexandrovna ... Agrafena Alexandrovna, the lady for whom I have the highest respect and esteem ... a distinguished lawyer, Kuzma Kuzmitch, Pavel Pavlovitch Korneplodov. You have perhaps heard of him? A man of vast intellect, the mind of a statesman ... he knows you, too ... spoke of you in the highest terms ...", "pos": 917018}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "because every door was not closed and justice might still find a loophole. thirty, thirty, Kuzma Kuzmitch, and would you believe it, I didn’t get seventeen from that heartless man! so will not you, excellent and honored Kuzma Kuzmitch, be willing to take up all my claims against that unnatural monster, and pay me a sum down of only three thousand?... You see, you cannot, in any case, lose over it. On my honor, my honor, I swear that. Quite the contrary, you may make six or seven thousand instead of three. I’ll do the business with you at a notary’s, or whatever it is ... in fact, I’m ready to do anything.... I’ll hand over all the deeds ... whatever you want, sign anything ... and we could draw up the agreement at once ... and if it were possible, if it were only possible, that very morning.... You could pay me that three thousand, for there isn’t a capitalist in this town to compare with you, and so would save me from ... would save me, in fact ... for a good, I might say an honorable action.... For I cherish the most honorable feelings for a certain person, whom you know well, and care for as a father. I would not have come, indeed, if it had not been as a father. And, indeed, it’s a struggle of three in this business, for it’s fate—that’s a fearful thing, Kuzma Kuzmitch! A tragedy, Kuzma Kuzmitch, a tragedy! And as you’ve dropped out long ago, it’s a tug‐ of‐war between two. I’m expressing it awkwardly, perhaps, but I’m not a literary man. You see, I’m on the one side, and that monster on the other. So you must choose. It’s either I or the monster. It all lies in your hands—the fate of three lives, and the happiness of two.... Excuse me, I’m making a mess of it, but you understand ... I see from your venerable eyes that you understand ... and if you don’t understand, I’m done for ... so you see!", "pos": 918569}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "Excuse me, we don’t undertake such business.", "pos": 921537}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What am I to do now, Kuzma Kuzmitch? I suppose it’s all up with me—what do you think?", "pos": 921637}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "Excuse me.... You see, sir, business of that sort’s not in our line. There’s the court, and the lawyers—it’s a perfect misery. But if you like, there is a man here you might apply to.", "pos": 921759}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Good heavens! Who is it? You’re my salvation, Kuzma Kuzmitch,", "pos": 922085}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "He doesn’t live here, and he’s not here just now. He is a peasant, he does business in timber. His name is Lyagavy. He’s been haggling with Fyodor Pavlovitch for the last year, over your copse at Tchermashnya. They can’t agree on the price, maybe you’ve heard? Now he’s come back again and is staying with the priest at Ilyinskoe, about twelve versts from the Volovya station. He wrote to me, too, about the business of the copse, asking my advice. Fyodor Pavlovitch means to go and see him himself. So if you were to be beforehand with Fyodor Pavlovitch and to make Lyagavy the offer you’ve made me, he might possibly—", "pos": 922165}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "A brilliant idea! He’s the very man, it would just suit him. He’s haggling with him for it, being asked too much, and here he would have all the documents entitling him to the property itself. Ha ha ha! How can I thank you, Kuzma Kuzmitch?", "pos": 922787}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "Don’t mention it,", "pos": 923167}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But you don’t know, you’ve saved me. Oh, it was a true presentiment brought me to you.... So now to this priest!", "pos": 923222}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "No need of thanks.", "pos": 923337}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’ll make haste and fly there. I’m afraid I’ve overtaxed your strength. I shall never forget it. It’s a Russian says that, Kuzma Kuzmitch, a R-r- russian!", "pos": 923358}
{"speaker": "Samsonov", "text": "To be sure!", "pos": 923515}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "For her sake! For her sake, Kuzma Kuzmitch! You understand that it’s for her,", "pos": 923735}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And I didn’t expect that,", "pos": 926292}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I must, I must get back to-night, and I dare say I shall have to bring this Lyagavy back here ... to draw up the deed.", "pos": 927833}
{"speaker": "Priest", "text": "I don’t know. Ah, I can’t say. How can I tell? or you’ll do nothing with him; he won’t even listen to you,", "pos": 929383}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Of course I must wake him. My business is too important. I’ve come in such haste. I’m in a hurry to get back to-day. He’s drunk. Good Lord! What am I to do? What am I to do?", "pos": 931179}
{"speaker": "Priest", "text": "No, you’d better wait a little, for he’s obviously not in a fit state.", "pos": 931861}
{"speaker": "Forester", "text": "He’s been drinking the whole day,", "pos": 931967}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Good heavens! If only you knew how important it is to me and how desperate I am!", "pos": 932027}
{"speaker": "Priest", "text": "No, you’d better wait till morning,", "pos": 932125}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Till morning? Mercy! that’s impossible! What terrible tragedies real life contrives for people,", "pos": 932184}
{"speaker": "Priest", "text": "And your business is important, so you’d certainly better put it off till morning.", "pos": 932736}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Father, I will stay here with a light, and seize the favorable moment. As soon as he wakes I’ll begin. I’ll pay you for the light, for the night’s lodging, too; you’ll remember Dmitri Karamazov. Only, Father, I don’t know what we’re to do with you. Where will you sleep?", "pos": 932872}
{"speaker": "the priest", "text": "No, I’m going home. I’ll take his horse and get home. And now I’ll say good‐by. I wish you all success.", "pos": 933171}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s a tragedy!", "pos": 934172}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, the irony of fate! Stupid! Stupid! And how dishonorable it all is! Should he fling it up and go away altogether? No, wait till to‐morrow now. I’ll stay on purpose. What else did I come for? Besides, I’ve no means of going. How am I to get away from here now? Oh, the idiocy of it!", "pos": 934961}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But he’s dead, he’s dead! and ... what am I to do then?", "pos": 936477}
{"speaker": "The forester", "text": "It’ll be all right, now.", "pos": 936887}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Excuse me, you see ... I ... you’ve most likely heard from the forester here in the hut. I’m Lieutenant Dmitri Karamazov, the son of the old Karamazov whose copse you are buying.", "pos": 937939}
{"speaker": "the peasant", "text": "That’s a lie!", "pos": 938120}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "A lie? You know Fyodor Pavlovitch?", "pos": 938178}
{"speaker": "the peasant", "text": "I don’t know any of your Fyodor Pavlovitches,", "pos": 938215}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’re bargaining with him for the copse, for the copse. Do wake up, and collect yourself. Father Pavel of Ilyinskoe brought me here. You wrote to Samsonov, and he has sent me to you,", "pos": 938299}
{"speaker": "Lyagavy", "text": "You’re l‐lying!", "pos": 938512}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "For mercy’s sake! It isn’t a joke! You’re drunk, perhaps. Yet you can speak and understand ... or else ... I understand nothing!", "pos": 938581}
{"speaker": "Lyagavy", "text": "You’re a painter!", "pos": 938712}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "For mercy’s sake! I’m Karamazov, Dmitri Karamazov. I have an offer to make you, an advantageous offer ... very advantageous offer, concerning the copse!", "pos": 938732}
{"speaker": "Lyagavy", "text": "No, you’ve contracted for the job and turned out a scamp. You’re a scoundrel!", "pos": 938930}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I assure you you’re mistaken,", "pos": 939010}
{"speaker": "Lyagavy", "text": "No, you show me this: you tell me the law that allows roguery. D’you hear? You’re a scoundrel! Do you understand that?", "pos": 939167}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What despair! What death all round!", "pos": 940984}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And to think, only to think that a man’s life should be ruined for the sake of that paltry three thousand! I’ll settle it to‐ day.", "pos": 941841}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "If she is so anxious I should not marry Katerina Ivanovna why should she refuse me now that three thousand, just to enable me to leave Katya and get away from her for ever. These spoilt fine ladies, if they set their hearts on anything, will spare no expense to satisfy their caprice. Besides, she’s so rich,", "pos": 951315}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "rob and murder some one for the three thousand. As though she were waiting for me,", "pos": 952479}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I was expecting you! I was expecting you! Though I’d no reason to suppose you would come to see me, as you will admit yourself. Yet, I did expect you. You may marvel at my instinct, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, but I was convinced all the morning that you would come.", "pos": 952885}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That is certainly wonderful, madam, but I have come to you on a matter of great importance.... On a matter of supreme importance for me, that is, madam ... for me alone ... and I hasten—", "pos": 953147}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I know you’ve come on most important business, Dmitri Fyodorovitch; it’s not a case of presentiment, no reactionary harking back to the miraculous (have you heard about Father Zossima?). This is a case of mathematics: you couldn’t help coming, after all that has passed with Katerina Ivanovna; you couldn’t, you couldn’t, that’s a mathematical certainty.", "pos": 953375}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The realism of actual life, madam, that’s what it is. But allow me to explain—", "pos": 953732}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Realism indeed, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. I’m all for realism now. I’ve seen too much of miracles. You’ve heard that Father Zossima is dead?", "pos": 953813}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, madam, it’s the first time I’ve heard of it.", "pos": 953951}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Last night, and only imagine—", "pos": 954071}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Madam. I can imagine nothing except that I’m in a desperate position, and that if you don’t help me, everything will come to grief, and I first of all. Excuse me for the triviality of the expression, but I’m in a fever—", "pos": 954103}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I know, I know that you’re in a fever. You could hardly fail to be, and whatever you may say to me, I know beforehand. I have long been thinking over your destiny, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, I am watching over it and studying it.... Oh, believe me, I’m an experienced doctor of the soul, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 954339}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Madam, if you are an experienced doctor, I’m certainly an experienced patient, and I feel that if you are watching over my destiny in this way, you will come to my help in my ruin, and so allow me, at least to explain to you the plan with which I have ventured to come to you ... and what I am hoping of you.... I have come, madam—", "pos": 954644}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Don’t explain it. It’s of secondary importance. But as for help, you’re not the first I have helped, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. You have most likely heard of my cousin, Madame Belmesov. Her husband was ruined, ‘had come to grief,’ as you characteristically express it, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. I recommended him to take to horse‐breeding, and now he’s doing well. Have you any idea of horse‐breeding, Dmitri Fyodorovitch?", "pos": 955021}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Not the faintest, madam; ah, madam, not the faintest! I simply implore you, madam, to listen to me. Only give me two minutes of free speech that I may just explain to you everything, the whole plan with which I have come. Besides, I am short of time. I’m in a fearful hurry. I have come in despair ... in the last gasp of despair, to beg you to lend me the sum of three thousand, a loan, but on safe, most safe security, madam, with the most trustworthy guarantees! Only let me explain—", "pos": 955435}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "You must tell me all that afterwards, afterwards! and whatever you may tell me, I know it all beforehand; I’ve told you so already. You ask for a certain sum, for three thousand, but I can give you more, immeasurably more, I will save you, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, but you must listen to me.", "pos": 956110}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Madam, will you really be so good! Good God, you’ve saved me! You have saved a man from a violent death, from a bullet.... My eternal gratitude—", "pos": 956498}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I will give you more, infinitely more than three thousand!", "pos": 956678}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Infinitely? But I don’t need so much. I only need that fatal three thousand, and on my part I can give security for that sum with infinite gratitude, and I propose a plan which—", "pos": 956811}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Enough, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, it’s said and done. I have promised to save you, and I will save you. I will save you as I did Belmesov. What do you think of the gold‐mines, Dmitri Fyodorovitch?", "pos": 956991}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Of the gold‐mines, madam? I have never thought anything about them.", "pos": 957258}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "But I have thought of them for you. Thought of them over and over again. I have been watching you for the last month. I’ve watched you a hundred times as you’ve walked past, saying to myself: that’s a man of energy who ought to be at the gold‐mines. I’ve studied your gait and come to the conclusion: that’s a man who would find gold.", "pos": 957328}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "From my gait, madam?", "pos": 957665}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Yes, from your gait. You surely don’t deny that character can be told from the gait, Dmitri Fyodorovitch? Science supports the idea. I’m all for science and realism now. After all this business with Father Zossima, which has so upset me, from this very day I’m a realist and I want to devote myself to practical usefulness. I’m cured. ‘Enough!’ as Turgenev says.", "pos": 957709}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But, madam, the three thousand you so generously promised to lend me—", "pos": 958074}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "It is yours, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. The money is as good as in your pocket, not three thousand, but three million, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, in less than no time. I’ll make you a present of the idea: you shall find gold‐mines, make millions, return and become a leading man, and wake us up and lead us to better things. Are we to leave it all to the Jews? You will found institutions and enterprises of all sorts. You will help the poor, and they will bless you. This is the age of railways, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. You’ll become famous and indispensable to the Department of Finance, which is so badly off at present. The depreciation of the rouble keeps me awake at night, Dmitri Fyodorovitch; people don’t know that side of me—", "pos": 958146}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Madam, madam! I shall indeed, perhaps, follow your advice, your wise advice, madam.... I shall perhaps set off ... to the gold‐mines.... I’ll come and see you again about it ... many times, indeed ... but now, that three thousand you so generously ... oh, that would set me free, and if you could to‐day ... you see, I haven’t a minute, a minute to lose to‐day—", "pos": 958903}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Enough, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, enough! The question is, will you go to the gold‐mines or not; have you quite made up your mind? Answer yes or no.", "pos": 959317}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I will go, madam, afterwards.... I’ll go where you like ... but now—", "pos": 959507}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Wait!", "pos": 959578}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The three thousand, and at the instant ... without any papers or formalities ... that’s doing things in gentlemanly style! She’s a splendid woman, if only she didn’t talk so much!", "pos": 959779}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Here! here is what I was looking for! This is from Kiev, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, from the relics of the Holy Martyr, Varvara. Let me put it on your neck myself, and with it dedicate you to a new life, to a new career. Now you can set off,", "pos": 960005}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Madam, I am so touched. I don’t know how to thank you, indeed ... for such kindness, but ... If only you knew how precious time is to me.... That sum of money, for which I shall be indebted to your generosity.... Oh, madam, since you are so kind, so touchingly generous to me, then let me reveal to you ... though, of course, you’ve known it a long time ... that I love somebody here.... I have been false to Katya ... Katerina Ivanovna I should say.... Oh, I’ve behaved inhumanly, dishonorably to her, but I fell in love here with another woman ... a woman whom you, madam, perhaps, despise, for you know everything already, but whom I cannot leave on any account, and therefore that three thousand now—", "pos": 960707}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Leave everything, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. Leave everything, especially women. Gold‐mines are your goal, and there’s no place for women there. Afterwards, when you come back rich and famous, you will find the girl of your heart in the highest society. That will be a modern girl, a girl of education and advanced ideas. By that time the dawning woman question will have gained ground, and the new woman will have appeared.", "pos": 961445}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Madam, that’s not the point, not at all.... Yes, it is, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, just what you need; the very thing you’re yearning for, though you don’t realize it yourself. I am not at all opposed to the present woman movement, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. The development of woman, and even the political emancipation of woman in the near future—that’s my ideal. I’ve a daughter myself, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, people don’t know that side of me. I wrote a letter to the author, Shtchedrin, on that subject. He has taught me so much, so much about the vocation of woman. So last year I sent him an anonymous letter of two lines: ‘I kiss and embrace you, my teacher, for the modern woman. Persevere.’ And I signed myself, ‘A Mother.’ I thought of signing myself ‘A contemporary Mother,’ and hesitated, but I stuck to the simple ‘Mother’; there’s more moral beauty in that, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. And the word ‘contemporary’ might have reminded him of ‘The Contemporary’—a painful recollection owing to the censorship.... Good Heavens, what is the matter! Madam! You will make me weep if you delay what you have so generously—", "pos": 961923}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Oh, do weep, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, do weep! That’s a noble feeling ... such a path lies open before you! Tears will ease your heart, and later on you will return rejoicing. You will hasten to me from Siberia on purpose to share your joy with me—", "pos": 963163}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But allow me, too! For the last time I entreat you, tell me, can I have the sum you promised me to‐day, if not, when may I come for it?", "pos": 963410}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "What sum, Dmitri Fyodorovitch?", "pos": 963572}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The three thousand you promised me ... that you so generously—", "pos": 963605}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Three thousand? Roubles? Oh, no, I haven’t got three thousand. Why, you said just now ... you said ... you said it was as good as in my hands— Oh, no, you misunderstood me, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. In that case you misunderstood me. I was talking of the gold‐mines. It’s true I promised you more, infinitely more than three thousand, I remember it all now, but I was referring to the gold‐mines.", "pos": 963670}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But the money? The three thousand?", "pos": 964138}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Oh, if you meant money, I haven’t any. I haven’t a penny, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. I’m quarreling with my steward about it, and I’ve just borrowed five hundred roubles from Miüsov, myself. No, no, I’ve no money. And, do you know, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, if I had, I wouldn’t give it to you. In the first place I never lend money. Lending money means losing friends. And I wouldn’t give it to you particularly. I wouldn’t give it you, because I like you and want to save you, for all you need is the gold‐mines, the gold‐mines, the gold‐mines!", "pos": 964203}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, the devil!", "pos": 964741}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Aie! Aie!", "pos": 964831}
{"speaker": "Old woman", "text": "Good Lord, you’ve nearly killed me! Why don’t you look where you’re going, scapegrace?", "pos": 966210}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why, it’s you! Tell me, my good woman, is Agrafena Alexandrovna there now?", "pos": 966299}
{"speaker": "Old woman", "text": "She has been there, sir. She stayed a little while, and went off again.", "pos": 966866}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What? Went away?", "pos": 966940}
{"speaker": "Old woman", "text": "Why, as soon as she came. She only stayed a minute. She only told Kuzma Kuzmitch a tale that made him laugh, and then she ran away.", "pos": 966991}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’re lying, damn you!", "pos": 967125}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "You scream?", "pos": 967568}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "where is she? Fenya, for Christ’s sake, tell me, where is she?", "pos": 967596}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "I don’t know. Dmitri Fyodorovitch, my dear, I don’t know. You may kill me but I can’t tell you. You went out with her yourself not long ago—", "pos": 967765}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "She came back!", "pos": 967937}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "Indeed she didn’t. By God I swear she didn’t come back.", "pos": 967954}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’re lying!", "pos": 968012}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "Oh, Lord! He’s going to murder some one!", "pos": 968584}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "How red the whitebeam berries are!", "pos": 971583}
{"speaker": "Fyodor Pavlovitch", "text": "Grushenka, is it you? Is it you? Where are you, my angel, where are you? Where are you? Come here, I’ve a little present for you. Come, I’ll show you.... But where are you? Are you at the door? I’ll open it directly.", "pos": 974702}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "How can you say you’ll kill our father?", "pos": 976081}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I don’t know, I don’t know. Perhaps I shall not kill him, perhaps I shall. I’m afraid he’ll suddenly be so loathsome to me at that moment. I hate his double chin, his nose, his eyes, his shameless grin. I feel a personal repulsion. That’s what I’m afraid of, that’s what may be too much for me.", "pos": 976123}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Good Lord!", "pos": 978606}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Parricide!", "pos": 979220}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’ve come to grief, old man, so there you must lie!", "pos": 980578}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "not to let the captain in again to‐day or to‐morrow.", "pos": 981208}
{"speaker": "lad", "text": "Agrafena Alexandrovna is not at home now, you know.", "pos": 981729}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Where is she then, Prohor?", "pos": 981783}
{"speaker": "lad", "text": "She set off this evening, some two hours ago, with Timofey, to Mokroe.", "pos": 981841}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What for?", "pos": 981914}
{"speaker": "lad", "text": "That I can’t say. To see some officer. Some one invited her and horses were sent to fetch her.", "pos": 981939}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Speak at once! Where is she? With whom is she now, at Mokroe?", "pos": 982327}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "Aie! I’ll tell you. Aie! Dmitri Fyodorovitch, darling, I’ll tell you everything directly, I won’t hide anything, she’s gone to Mokroe, to her officer.", "pos": 982437}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What officer?", "pos": 982628}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "To her officer, the same one she used to know, the one who threw her over five years ago,", "pos": 982658}
{"speaker": "mistress", "text": "to remember for ever how she had loved him for an hour.", "pos": 985450}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "Look at your hands, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. They’re all over blood!", "pos": 985684}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 985751}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "What has happened to you, sir?", "pos": 986081}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s blood, Fenya. That’s human blood, and my God! why was it shed? But ... Fenya ... there’s a fence here a high fence, and terrible to look at. But at dawn to‐morrow, when the sun rises, Mitya will leap over that fence.... You don’t understand what fence, Fenya, and, never mind.... You’ll hear to‐morrow and understand ... and now, good‐by. I won’t stand in her way. I’ll step aside, I know how to step aside. Live, my joy.... You loved me for an hour, remember Mityenka Karamazov so for ever.... She always used to call me Mityenka, do you remember?", "pos": 986268}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Good heavens! What is the matter?", "pos": 987498}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’ve come for my pistols, and brought you the money. And thanks very much. I’m in a hurry, Pyotr Ilyitch, please make haste.", "pos": 987534}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "But what is the matter with you? What’s wrong? How is it that you’re all covered with blood? Have you had a fall? Look at yourself!", "pos": 988894}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Damnation! That’s the last straw. Oh, damn it! Haven’t you a rag of some sort ... to wipe my face?", "pos": 989200}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "So you’re only stained, not wounded? You’d better wash. Here’s a wash‐stand. I’ll pour you out some water.", "pos": 989761}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "A wash‐stand? That’s all right ... but where am I to put this?", "pos": 989892}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "In your pocket, or on the table here. They won’t be lost.", "pos": 990155}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "In my pocket? Yes, in my pocket. All right.... But, I say, that’s all nonsense. Look here, let’s first settle that business of the pistols. Give them back to me. Here’s your money ... because I am in great need of them ... and I haven’t a minute, a minute to spare.", "pos": 990215}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "But I shan’t have change enough. Haven’t you less?", "pos": 990621}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No. No, they’re all alike,", "pos": 990674}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "How have you grown so rich? Wait, I’ll send my boy to Plotnikov’s, they close late—to see if they won’t change it. Here, Misha!", "pos": 990896}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "To Plotnikov’s shop—first‐rate! Misha, look here, run to Plotnikov’s and tell them that Dmitri Fyodorovitch sends his greetings, and will be there directly.... But listen, listen, tell them to have champagne, three dozen bottles, ready before I come, and packed as it was to take to Mokroe. I took four dozen with me then, they know all about it, don’t you trouble, Misha. Stay, listen; tell them to put in cheese, Strasburg pies, smoked fish, ham, caviare, and everything, everything they’ve got, up to a hundred roubles, or a hundred and twenty as before.... But wait: don’t let them forget dessert, sweets, pears, water‐melons, two or three or four—no, one melon’s enough, and chocolate, candy, toffee, fondants; in fact, everything I took to Mokroe before, three hundred roubles’ worth with the champagne ... let it be just the same again. And remember, Misha, if you are called Misha—His name is Misha, isn’t it?", "pos": 991074}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Wait a minute, you’d better go yourself and tell them. He’ll muddle it.", "pos": 992188}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "He will, I see he will! Eh, Misha! Why, I was going to kiss you for the commission.... If you don’t make a mistake, there’s ten roubles for you, run along, make haste.... Champagne’s the chief thing, let them bring up champagne. And brandy, too, and red and white wine, and all I had then.... They know what I had then.", "pos": 992327}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "But listen! I say, let him simply run and change the money and tell them not to close, and you go and tell them.... Give him your note. Be off, Misha! Put your best leg forward! Well, now come and wash. Put the money on the table or else in your pocket.... That’s right, come along. But take off your coat. Look, your coat’s covered with blood, too!", "pos": 992649}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That ... it’s not the coat. It’s only a little here on the sleeve.... And that’s only here where the handkerchief lay. It must have soaked through. I must have sat on the handkerchief at Fenya’s, and the blood’s come through,", "pos": 993444}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Well, you must have been up to something; you must have been fighting with some one. Look, you haven’t got your nails clean. Now rub your face; here, on your temples, by your ear.... Will you go in that shirt? Where are you going? Look, all the cuff of your right sleeve is covered with blood.", "pos": 993784}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, it’s all bloody,", "pos": 994516}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Then change your shirt.", "pos": 994590}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I haven’t time. You see I’ll ... I’ll turn it up at the wrist. It won’t be seen under the coat.... You see!", "pos": 994616}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Tell me now, what game have you been up to? Have you been fighting with some one? In the tavern again, as before? Have you been beating that captain again? Whom have you been beating now ... or killing, perhaps?", "pos": 994846}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Nonsense!", "pos": 995101}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Why ‘nonsense’?", "pos": 995125}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Don’t worry. I smashed an old woman in the market‐place just now.", "pos": 995143}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Smashed? An old woman?", "pos": 995250}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "An old man!", "pos": 995275}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Confound it! An old woman, an old man.... Have you killed some one?", "pos": 995400}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "We made it up. We had a row—and made it up. In a place I know of. We parted friends. A fool.... He’s forgiven me.... He’s sure to have forgiven me by now ... if he had got up, he wouldn’t have forgiven me only damn him, you know, I say, Pyotr Ilyitch, damn him! Don’t worry about him! I don’t want to just now!", "pos": 995470}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Whatever do you want to go picking quarrels with every one for? ... Just as you did with that captain over some nonsense.... You’ve been fighting and now you’re rushing off on the spree—that’s you all over! Three dozen champagne—what do you want all that for?", "pos": 995838}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Bravo! Now give me the pistols. Upon my honor I’ve no time now. I should like to have a chat with you, my dear boy, but I haven’t the time. And there’s no need, it’s too late for talking. Where’s my money? Where have I put it?", "pos": 996100}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "You put it on the table ... yourself.... Here it is. Had you forgotten? Money’s like dirt or water to you, it seems. Here are your pistols. It’s an odd thing, at six o’clock you pledged them for ten roubles, and now you’ve got thousands. Two or three I should say.", "pos": 996377}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Three, you bet,", "pos": 996644}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "You’ll lose it like that. Have you found a gold‐mine?", "pos": 996734}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The mines? The gold‐mines? Would you like to go to the mines, Perhotin? There’s a lady here who’ll stump up three thousand for you, if only you’ll go. She did it for me, she’s so awfully fond of gold‐mines. Do you know Madame Hohlakov?", "pos": 996790}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "I don’t know her, but I’ve heard of her and seen her. Did she really give you three thousand? Did she really?", "pos": 997106}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "As soon as the sun rises to‐morrow, as soon as Phœbus, ever young, flies upwards, praising and glorifying God, you go to her, this Madame Hohlakov, and ask her whether she did stump up that three thousand or not. Try and find out.", "pos": 997260}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "I don’t know on what terms you are ... since you say it so positively, I suppose she did give it to you. You’ve got the money in your hand, but instead of going to Siberia you’re spending it all.... Where are you really off to now, eh?", "pos": 997493}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "To Mokroe.", "pos": 997731}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "To Mokroe? But it’s night!", "pos": 997744}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Once the lad had all, now the lad has naught,", "pos": 997773}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "How ‘naught’? You say that with all those thousands!", "pos": 997843}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’m not talking about thousands. Damn thousands! I’m talking of the female character. Fickle is the heart of woman Treacherous and full of vice; I agree with Ulysses. That’s what he says.", "pos": 997898}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "I don’t understand you!", "pos": 998088}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Am I drunk?", "pos": 998114}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Not drunk, but worse.", "pos": 998128}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’m drunk in spirit, Pyotr Ilyitch, drunk in spirit! But that’s enough!", "pos": 998152}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "What are you doing, loading the pistol?", "pos": 998226}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’m loading the pistol.", "pos": 998268}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Why are you looking at the bullet?", "pos": 998509}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, a fancy. Why, if you meant to put that bullet in your brain, would you look at it or not?", "pos": 998603}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Why look at it?", "pos": 998699}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s going into my brain, so it’s interesting to look and see what it’s like. But that’s foolishness, a moment’s foolishness. Now that’s done. Pyotr Ilyitch, my dear fellow, that’s nonsense, all nonsense, and if only you knew what nonsense! Give me a little piece of paper now.", "pos": 998717}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Here’s some paper.", "pos": 999068}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, a clean new piece, writing‐paper. That’s right. Now, let’s go.", "pos": 999089}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Where are we going? No, wait a minute.... Are you thinking of putting that bullet in your brain, perhaps?", "pos": 999423}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I was fooling about the bullet! I want to live. I love life! You may be sure of that. I love golden‐haired Phœbus and his warm light.... Dear Pyotr Ilyitch, do you know how to step aside?", "pos": 999561}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "What do you mean by ‘stepping aside’?", "pos": 999751}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Making way. Making way for a dear creature, and for one I hate. And to let the one I hate become dear—that’s what making way means! And to say to them: God bless you, go your way, pass on, while I—", "pos": 999791}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "While you—?", "pos": 999991}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s enough, let’s go.", "pos": 1000005}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Upon my word. I’ll tell some one to prevent your going there. What are you going to Mokroe for, now?", "pos": 1000032}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "There’s a woman there, a woman. That’s enough for you. You shut up.", "pos": 1000173}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Listen, though you’re such a savage I’ve always liked you.... I feel anxious.", "pos": 1000243}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Thanks, old fellow. I’m a savage you say. Savages, savages! That’s what I am always saying. Savages! Why, here’s Misha! I was forgetting him.", "pos": 1000323}
{"speaker": "Misha", "text": "They’re carrying down the bottles, and the fish, and the tea; it will all be ready directly.", "pos": 1000592}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Don’t dare to do such a thing! I won’t have it in my house, it’s a bad, demoralizing habit. Put your money away. Here, put it here, why waste it? It would come in handy to‐morrow, and I dare say you’ll be coming to me to borrow ten roubles again. Why do you keep putting the notes in your side‐pocket? Ah, you’ll lose them!", "pos": 1000790}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I say, my dear fellow, let’s go to Mokroe together.", "pos": 1001139}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "What should I go for?", "pos": 1001193}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I say, let’s open a bottle at once, and drink to life! I want to drink, and especially to drink with you. I’ve never drunk with you, have I?", "pos": 1001217}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Very well, we can go to the ‘Metropolis.’ I was just going there.", "pos": 1001360}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I haven’t time for that. Let’s drink at the Plotnikovs’, in the back room. Shall I ask you a riddle?", "pos": 1001428}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Ask away. I will certainly speak to some one, I’ll go at once,", "pos": 1001531}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You won’t have time, dear boy, come and have a drink. March!", "pos": 1001829}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Where did this cart come from in such a hurry?", "pos": 1004336}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I met Andrey as I ran to you, and told him to drive straight here to the shop. There’s no time to lose. Last time I drove with Timofey, but Timofey now has gone on before me with the witch. Shall we be very late, Andrey?", "pos": 1004401}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "They’ll only get there an hour at most before us, not even that maybe. I got Timofey ready to start. I know how he’ll go. Their pace won’t be ours, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. How could it be? They won’t get there an hour earlier!", "pos": 1004624}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Fifty roubles for vodka if we’re only an hour behind them.", "pos": 1004975}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "I warrant the time, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. Ech, they won’t be half an hour before us, let alone an hour.", "pos": 1005036}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Four hundred roubles’ worth, not less than four hundred roubles’ worth, just as it was then. Four dozen champagne, not a bottle less.", "pos": 1005372}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "What do you want with so much? What’s it for? Stay! What’s this box? What’s in it? Surely there isn’t four hundred roubles’ worth here?", "pos": 1005527}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Not more than an hour! Not more than an hour! And put in more toffee and fondants. The girls there are so fond of it,", "pos": 1006150}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "The fondants are all right. But what do you want with four dozen of champagne? One would be enough. Well, you may go to the devil! What’s it to do with me? Throw away your money, since it’s cost you nothing.", "pos": 1006292}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "This way, my economist, this way, don’t be angry. They’ll give us a bottle here directly. We’ll taste it. Ech, Pyotr Ilyitch, come along with me, for you’re a nice fellow, the sort I like.", "pos": 1006794}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "First‐class oysters, the last lot in.", "pos": 1007243}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Hang the oysters. I don’t eat them. And we don’t need anything,", "pos": 1007283}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "There’s no time for oysters. And I’m not hungry. Do you know, friend. I never have liked all this disorder.", "pos": 1007386}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Who does like it? Three dozen of champagne for peasants, upon my word, that’s enough to make any one angry!", "pos": 1007544}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s not what I mean. I’m talking of a higher order. There’s no order in me, no higher order. But ... that’s all over. There’s no need to grieve about it. It’s too late, damn it! My whole life has been disorder, and one must set it in order. Is that a pun, eh?", "pos": 1007654}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "You’re raving, not making puns!", "pos": 1007919}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Glory be to God in Heaven, Glory be to God in me.... That verse came from my heart once, it’s not a verse, but a tear.... I made it myself ... not while I was pulling the captain’s beard, though....", "pos": 1007953}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Why do you bring him in all of a sudden?", "pos": 1008155}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why do I bring him in? Foolery! All things come to an end; all things are made equal. That’s the long and short of it.", "pos": 1008198}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "You know, I keep thinking of your pistols.", "pos": 1008319}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s all foolery, too! Drink, and don’t be fanciful. I love life. I’ve loved life too much, shamefully much. Enough! Let’s drink to life, dear boy, I propose the toast. Why am I pleased with myself? I’m a scoundrel, but I’m satisfied with myself. And yet I’m tortured by the thought that I’m a scoundrel, but satisfied with myself. I bless the creation. I’m ready to bless God and His creation directly, but ... I must kill one noxious insect for fear it should crawl and spoil life for others.... Let us drink to life, dear brother. What can be more precious than life? Nothing! To life, and to one queen of queens!", "pos": 1008364}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Let’s drink to life and to your queen, too, if you like.", "pos": 1008985}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Misha ... here’s your Misha come! Misha, come here, my boy, drink this glass to Phœbus, the golden-haired, of to-morrow morn....", "pos": 1009213}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "What are you giving it him for?", "pos": 1009344}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, yes, yes, let me! I want to! Woman, I love woman! What is woman? The queen of creation! My heart is sad, my heart is sad, Pyotr Ilyitch. Do you remember Hamlet? ‘I am very sorry, good Horatio! Alas, poor Yorick!’ Perhaps that’s me, Yorick? Yes, I’m Yorick now, and a skull afterwards. I saw one like it ... in the regiment ... only that one had its hind leg broken.... By the way, Pyotr Ilyitch, I wanted to ask you: have you ever stolen anything in your life?", "pos": 1009410}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "What a question!", "pos": 1010357}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, I didn’t mean anything. From somebody’s pocket, you know. I don’t mean government money, every one steals that, and no doubt you do, too....", "pos": 1010376}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "You go to the devil.", "pos": 1010523}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’m talking of other people’s money. Stealing straight out of a pocket? Out of a purse, eh?", "pos": 1010546}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "I stole twenty copecks from my mother when I was nine years old. I took it off the table on the sly, and held it tight in my hand.", "pos": 1010640}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, and what happened?", "pos": 1010773}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Oh, nothing. I kept it three days, then I felt ashamed, confessed, and gave it back.", "pos": 1010800}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And what then?", "pos": 1010887}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Naturally I was whipped. But why do you ask? Have you stolen something?", "pos": 1010904}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I have. I stole twenty copecks from my mother when I was nine years old, and gave it back three days after.", "pos": 1010978}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "Dmitri Fyodorovitch, won’t you come now?", "pos": 1011215}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Are you ready? We’ll come! A few more last words and—Andrey, a glass of vodka at starting. Give him some brandy as well! That box put under my seat. Good-by, Pyotr Ilyitch, don’t remember evil against me.", "pos": 1011299}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "But you’re coming back to-morrow?", "pos": 1011552}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Of course.", "pos": 1011588}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Will you settle the little bill now?", "pos": 1011601}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "Dmitri Fyodorovitch, dear good Dmitri Fyodorovitch, don’t harm my mistress. And it was I told you all about it.... And don’t murder him, he came first, he’s hers! He’ll marry Agrafena Alexandrovna now. That’s why he’s come back from Siberia. Dmitri Fyodorovitch, dear, don’t take a fellow creature’s life!", "pos": 1012185}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Tut—tut—tut! That’s it, is it? So you’re off there to make trouble! Now, it’s all clear, as clear as daylight. Dmitri Fyodorovitch, give me your pistols at once if you mean to behave like a man. Do you hear, Dmitri?", "pos": 1012493}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The pistols? Wait a bit, brother, I’ll throw them into the pool on the road. Fenya, get up, don’t kneel to me. Mitya won’t hurt any one, the silly fool won’t hurt any one again. But I say, Fenya. I hurt you just now, so forgive me and have pity on me, forgive a scoundrel.... But it doesn’t matter if you don’t. It’s all the same now. Now then, Andrey, look alive, fly along full speed! Good-by, Pyotr Ilyitch! My last tear is for you!...", "pos": 1012766}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "He’s a fool, though he’s a good fellow. I’ve heard of that officer, Grushenka’s former flame. Well, if he has turned up.... Ech, those pistols! Damn it all! I’m not his nurse! Let them do what they like! Besides, it’ll all come to nothing. They’re a set of brawlers, that’s all. They’ll drink and fight, fight and make friends again. They are not men who do anything real. What does he mean by ‘I’m stepping aside, I’m punishing myself?’ It’ll come to nothing! He’s shouted such phrases a thousand times, drunk, in the taverns. But now he’s not drunk. ‘Drunk in spirit’—they’re fond of fine phrases, the villains. Am I his nurse? He must have been fighting, his face was all over blood. With whom? I shall find out at the ‘Metropolis.’ And his handkerchief was soaked in blood.... It’s still lying on my floor.... Hang it! Three thousand? But where can he have got three thousand? Hasn’t he robbed his old father?—that’s the question. Three thousand! There’s something odd about it. He boasted aloud that he would kill his father; we all heard him, here. And it was three thousand he talked about ...", "pos": 1013684}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "On account of some stupid nonsense—as it’s sure to turn out—am I going to wake up the household and make a scandal? Fooh! damn it, is it my business to look after them? Damn it all! I ought to have questioned her just now. I should have heard everything. And I shall be making a fuss!", "pos": 1015994}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Here there was no room for dispute: it was her right and his; this was her first love which, after five years, she had not forgotten; so she had loved him only for those five years, and I, how do I come in? What right have I? Step aside, Mitya, and make way! What am I now? Now everything is over apart from the officer—even if he had not appeared, everything would be over ...", "pos": 1018307}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I will efface myself! Andrey! What if they’re asleep?", "pos": 1020519}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "It may well be that they’re gone to bed, by now, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 1020990}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Drive on, Andrey! Whip them up! Look alive!", "pos": 1021266}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "Not at the posting-station, but at Plastunov’s, at the inn, where they let out horses, too.", "pos": 1021464}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I know. So you say there are a lot of them? How’s that? Who are they?", "pos": 1021557}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "Well, Timofey was saying they’re all gentlefolk. Two from our town—who they are I can’t say—and there are two others, strangers, maybe more besides. I didn’t ask particularly. They’ve set to playing cards, so Timofey said.", "pos": 1021684}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Cards?", "pos": 1021909}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "So, maybe they’re not in bed if they’re at cards. It’s most likely not more than eleven.", "pos": 1021918}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Quicker, Andrey! Quicker!", "pos": 1022009}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "May I ask you something, sir? Only I’m afraid of angering you, sir.", "pos": 1022067}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What is it?", "pos": 1022167}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "Why, Fenya threw herself at your feet just now, and begged you not to harm her mistress, and some one else, too ... so you see, sir— It’s I am taking you there ... forgive me, sir, it’s my conscience ... maybe it’s stupid of me to speak of it—", "pos": 1022181}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Are you a driver?", "pos": 1022483}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "Yes, sir.", "pos": 1022525}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Then you know that one has to make way. What would you say to a driver who wouldn’t make way for any one, but would just drive on and crush people? No, a driver mustn’t run over people. One can’t run over a man. One can’t spoil people’s lives. And if you have spoilt a life—punish yourself.... If only you’ve spoilt, if only you’ve ruined any one’s life—punish yourself and go away.", "pos": 1022537}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "That’s right, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, you’re quite right, one mustn’t crush or torment a man, or any kind of creature, for every creature is created by God. Take a horse, for instance, for some folks, even among us drivers, drive anyhow. Nothing will restrain them, they just force it along.", "pos": 1023039}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "To hell? Andrey, simple soul, tell me, will Dmitri Fyodorovitch Karamazov go to hell, or not, what do you think?", "pos": 1023330}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "I don’t know, darling, it depends on you, for you are ... you see, sir, when the Son of God was nailed on the Cross and died, He went straight down to hell from the Cross, and set free all sinners that were in agony. And the devil groaned, because he thought that he would get no more sinners in hell. And God said to him, then, ‘Don’t groan, for you shall have all the mighty of the earth, the rulers, the chief judges, and the rich men, and shall be filled up as you have been in all the ages till I come again.’ Those were His very words ...", "pos": 1023549}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "A peasant legend! Capital! Whip up the left, Andrey!", "pos": 1024096}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "So you see, sir, who it is hell’s for, but you’re like a little child ... that’s how we look on you ... and though you’re hasty‐tempered, sir, yet God will forgive you for your kind heart.", "pos": 1024151}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And you, do you forgive me, Andrey?", "pos": 1024385}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "What should I forgive you for, sir? You’ve never done me any harm.", "pos": 1024423}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, for every one, for every one, you here alone, on the road, will you forgive me for every one? Speak, simple peasant heart!", "pos": 1024492}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "Oh, sir! I feel afraid of driving you, your talk is so strange.", "pos": 1024621}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Lord, receive me, with all my lawlessness, and do not condemn me. Let me pass by Thy judgment ... do not condemn me, for I have condemned myself, do not condemn me, for I love Thee, O Lord. I am a wretch, but I love Thee. If Thou sendest me to hell, I shall love Thee there, and from there I shall cry out that I love Thee for ever and ever.... But let me love to the end.... Here and now for just five hours ... till the first light of Thy day ... for I love the queen of my soul ... I love her and I cannot help loving her. Thou seest my whole heart.... I shall gallop up, I shall fall before her and say, ‘You are right to pass on and leave me. Farewell and forget your victim ... never fret yourself about me!’", "pos": 1024764}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "Mokroe!", "pos": 1025482}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Drive on, Andrey, I come!", "pos": 1025802}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "They’re not asleep,", "pos": 1025859}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "They’re not asleep. Quicker, Andrey! Gallop! Drive up with a dash! Set the bells ringing! Let all know that I have come. I’m coming! I’m coming, too!", "pos": 1026059}
{"speaker": "Innkeeper", "text": "Trifon Borissovitch, is that you?", "pos": 1026505}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Dmitri Fyodorovitch, your honor! Do I see you again?", "pos": 1026655}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Dmitri Fyodorovitch, dear sir, we see you once more!", "pos": 1028559}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Stay, Trifon Borissovitch, first and foremost, where is she?", "pos": 1028614}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Agrafena Alexandrovna? She’s here, too ...", "pos": 1028692}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "With whom? With whom?", "pos": 1028809}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Some strangers. One is an official gentleman, a Pole, to judge from his speech. He sent the horses for her from here; and there’s another with him, a friend of his, or a fellow traveler, there’s no telling. They’re dressed like civilians.", "pos": 1028833}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, are they feasting? Have they money?", "pos": 1029074}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Poor sort of a feast! Nothing to boast of, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 1029118}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Nothing to boast of? And who are the others?", "pos": 1029184}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "They’re two gentlemen from the town.... They’ve come back from Tcherny, and are putting up here. One’s quite a young gentleman, a relative of Mr. Miüsov, he must be, but I’ve forgotten his name ... and I expect you know the other, too, a gentleman called Maximov. He’s been on a pilgrimage, so he says, to the monastery in the town. He’s traveling with this young relation of Mr. Miüsov.", "pos": 1029231}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Is that all?", "pos": 1029621}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1029636}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Stay, listen, Trifon Borissovitch. Tell me the chief thing: What of her? How is she?", "pos": 1029643}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Oh, she’s only just come. She’s sitting with them.", "pos": 1029730}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Is she cheerful? Is she laughing?", "pos": 1029783}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "No, I think she’s not laughing much. She’s sitting quite dull. She’s combing the young gentleman’s hair.", "pos": 1029819}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The Pole—the officer?", "pos": 1029926}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "He’s not young, and he’s not an officer, either. Not him, sir. It’s the young gentleman that’s Mr. Miüsov’s relation ... I’ve forgotten his name.", "pos": 1029950}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Kalganov.", "pos": 1030098}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "That’s it, Kalganov!", "pos": 1030110}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "All right. I’ll see for myself. Are they playing cards?", "pos": 1030133}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "They have been playing, but they’ve left off. They’ve been drinking tea, the official gentleman asked for liqueurs.", "pos": 1030191}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Stay, Trifon Borissovitch, stay, my good soul, I’ll see for myself. Now answer one more question: are the gypsies here?", "pos": 1030309}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "You can’t have the gypsies now, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. The authorities have sent them away. But we’ve Jews that play the cymbals and the fiddle in the village, so one might send for them. They’d come.", "pos": 1030431}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Send for them. Certainly send for them! And you can get the girls together as you did then, Marya especially, Stepanida, too, and Arina. Two hundred roubles for a chorus!", "pos": 1030632}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Oh, for a sum like that I can get all the village together, though by now they’re asleep. Are the peasants here worth such kindness, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, or the girls either? To spend a sum like that on such coarseness and rudeness! What’s the good of giving a peasant a cigar to smoke, the stinking ruffian! And the girls are all lousy. Besides, I’ll get my daughters up for nothing, let alone a sum like that. They’ve only just gone to bed, I’ll give them a kick and set them singing for you. You gave the peasants champagne to drink the other day, e—ech!", "pos": 1030820}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Trifon Borissovitch, I sent more than one thousand flying last time I was here. Do you remember?", "pos": 1031606}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "You did send it flying. I may well remember. You must have left three thousand behind you.", "pos": 1031705}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, I’ve come to do the same again, do you see? Now, listen and remember. In an hour’s time the wine will arrive, savories, pies, and sweets—bring them all up at once. That box Andrey has got is to be brought up at once, too. Open it, and hand champagne immediately. And the girls, we must have the girls, Marya especially. Here, Andrey, let’s settle. Here’s fifteen roubles for the drive, and fifty for vodka ... for your readiness, for your love.... Remember Karamazov!", "pos": 1031798}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "I’m afraid, sir. Give me five roubles extra, but more I won’t take. Trifon Borissovitch, bear witness. Forgive my foolish words ...", "pos": 1032418}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What are you afraid of? Well, go to the devil, if that’s it! Now, Trifon Borissovitch, take me up quietly and let me first get a look at them, so that they don’t see me. Where are they? In the blue room?", "pos": 1032571}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Aie!", "pos": 1034281}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen. I ... I’m all right! Don’t be afraid! I—there’s nothing the matter. I ... I’m coming, too. I’m here till morning. Gentlemen, may I stay with you till morning? Only till morning, for the last time, in this same room?", "pos": 1034444}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "Panie, we’re here in private. There are other rooms.", "pos": 1035040}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Why, it’s you, Dmitri Fyodorovitch! What do you mean? Sit down with us. How are you?", "pos": 1035095}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Delighted to see you, dear ... and precious fellow, I always thought a lot of you.", "pos": 1035212}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Aie! How tight you squeeze! You’ve quite broken my fingers,", "pos": 1035383}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "He always squeezes like that, always,", "pos": 1035463}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Good evening,", "pos": 1035854}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Good evening. You’re here, too! How glad I am to find you here, too! Gentlemen, gentlemen, I— I flew here.... I wanted to spend my last day, my last hour in this room, in this very room ... where I, too, adored ... my queen.... Forgive me, panie. I flew here and vowed— Oh, don’t be afraid, it’s my last night! Let’s drink to our good understanding. They’ll bring the wine at once.... I brought this with me. Allow me, panie! I want to have music, singing, a revel, as we had before. But the worm, the unnecessary worm, will crawl away, and there’ll be no more of him. I will commemorate my day of joy on my last night.", "pos": 1035937}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "If my suverin lady is permitting—", "pos": 1036996}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What does ‘suverin’ mean? ‘Sovereign,’ I suppose? I can’t help laughing at you, the way you talk. Sit down, Mitya, what are you talking about? Don’t frighten us, please. You won’t frighten us, will you? If you won’t, I am glad to see you ...", "pos": 1037050}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Me, me frighten you? Oh, pass me by, go your way, I won’t hinder you!...", "pos": 1037319}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Come, come, what a fellow you are! That’s just how he comes to see me—he begins talking, and I can’t make out what he means. He cried like that once before, and now he’s crying again! It’s shameful! Why are you crying? As though you had anything to cry for!", "pos": 1037675}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I ... I’m not crying.... Well, good evening!", "pos": 1038039}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well, there you are again.... Come, cheer up, cheer up! I’m very glad you’ve come, very glad, Mitya, do you hear, I’m very glad! I want him to stay here with us. And if he goes away I shall go, too!", "pos": 1038225}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "What my queen commands is law! I beg you, panie, to join our company,", "pos": 1038642}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Let’s drink, panie,", "pos": 1038916}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Good heavens! I thought he was going to begin again! Do you hear, Mitya, don’t prance about, but it’s nice you’ve brought the champagne. I want some myself, and I can’t bear liqueurs. And best of all, you’ve come yourself. We were fearfully dull here.... You’ve come for a spree again, I suppose? But put your money in your pocket. Where did you get such a lot?", "pos": 1039000}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Another! Another bottle!", "pos": 1039881}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, what of it? It’s a good thing he’s smoking a pipe. I suppose it’s all right since he wears a wig. If he stood up he’d be six foot three.", "pos": 1040923}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why are we sitting here though, gentlemen? Why don’t you begin doing something?", "pos": 1042448}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "He keeps talking nonsense, and we were all laughing,", "pos": 1042562}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "He’s talking nonsense?", "pos": 1042757}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Yes. Would you believe it, he will have it that all our cavalry officers in the twenties married Polish women. That’s awful rot, isn’t it?", "pos": 1042868}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Polish women?", "pos": 1043009}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Only imagine, I’ve been taking him about with me for the last four days. Ever since your brother, do you remember, shoved him off the carriage and sent him flying. That made me take an interest in him at the time, and I took him into the country, but he keeps talking such rot I’m ashamed to be with him. I’m taking him back.", "pos": 1044400}
{"speaker": "Pole with the pipe", "text": "The gentleman has not seen Polish ladies, and says what is impossible,", "pos": 1044832}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "But I was married to a Polish lady myself,", "pos": 1045090}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "But did you serve in the cavalry? You were talking about the cavalry. Were you a cavalry officer?", "pos": 1045153}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Was he a cavalry officer indeed? Ha ha!", "pos": 1045278}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "No, you see. What I mean is that those pretty Polish ladies ... when they danced the mazurka with our Uhlans ... when one of them dances a mazurka with a Uhlan she jumps on his knee like a kitten ... a little white one ... and the pan‐father and pan‐mother look on and allow it.... They allow it ... and next day the Uhlan comes and offers her his hand.... That’s how it is ... offers her his hand, he he!", "pos": 1045466}
{"speaker": "Tall Pole", "text": "The pan is a lajdak!", "pos": 1045925}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well, now it’s lajdak! What’s he scolding about?", "pos": 1046155}
{"speaker": "Pole with the pipe", "text": "Pani Agrippina, what the gentleman saw in Poland were servant girls, and not ladies of good birth,", "pos": 1046238}
{"speaker": "Tall Pole", "text": "You can reckon on that,", "pos": 1046385}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What next! Let him talk! People talk, why hinder them? It makes it cheerful,", "pos": 1046449}
{"speaker": "Pole in the wig", "text": "I’m not hindering them, pani,", "pos": 1046552}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "No, no. The Polish gentleman spoke the truth. He’s never been in Poland, so how can he talk about it? I suppose you weren’t married in Poland, were you?", "pos": 1046704}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "No, in the Province of Smolensk. Only, a Uhlan had brought her to Russia before that, my future wife, with her mamma and her aunt, and another female relation with a grown‐up son. He brought her straight from Poland and gave her up to me. He was a lieutenant in our regiment, a very nice young man. At first he meant to marry her himself. But he didn’t marry her, because she turned out to be lame.", "pos": 1046934}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "So you married a lame woman?", "pos": 1047335}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Yes. They both deceived me a little bit at the time, and concealed it. I thought she was hopping; she kept hopping.... I thought it was for fun.", "pos": 1047382}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "So pleased she was going to marry you!", "pos": 1047529}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Yes, so pleased. But it turned out to be quite a different cause. Afterwards, when we were married, after the wedding, that very evening, she confessed, and very touchingly asked forgiveness. ‘I once jumped over a puddle when I was a child,’ she said, ‘and injured my leg.’ He he!", "pos": 1047617}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Do you know, that’s the truth, he’s not lying now, and do you know, he’s been married twice; it’s his first wife he’s talking about. But his second wife, do you know, ran away, and is alive now.", "pos": 1048044}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Is it possible?", "pos": 1048281}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Yes. She did run away. I’ve had that unpleasant experience, with a monsieur. And what was worse, she’d had all my little property transferred to her beforehand. ‘You’re an educated man,’ she said to me. ‘You can always get your living.’ She settled my business with that. A venerable bishop once said to me: ‘One of your wives was lame, but the other was too light‐footed.’ He he!", "pos": 1048385}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Listen, listen! if he’s telling lies—and he often is—he’s only doing it to amuse us all. There’s no harm in that, is there? You know, I sometimes like him. He’s awfully low, but it’s natural to him, eh? Don’t you think so? Some people are low from self‐ interest, but he’s simply so, from nature. Only fancy, he claims (he was arguing about it all the way yesterday) that Gogol wrote Dead Souls about him. Do you remember, there’s a landowner called Maximov in it, whom Nozdryov thrashed. He was charged, do you remember, ‘for inflicting bodily injury with rods on the landowner Maximov in a drunken condition.’ Would you believe it, he claims that he was that Maximov and that he was beaten! Now can it be so? Tchitchikov made his journey, at the very latest, at the beginning of the twenties, so that the dates don’t fit. He couldn’t have been thrashed then, he couldn’t, could he?", "pos": 1048797}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, but if they did thrash him!", "pos": 1049850}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "It’s not that they thrashed me exactly, but what I mean is—", "pos": 1049906}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What do you mean? Either they thrashed you or they didn’t.", "pos": 1049984}
{"speaker": "Pole with the pipe", "text": "What o’clock is it, panie?", "pos": 1050045}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Why not talk? Let other people talk. Mustn’t other people talk because you’re bored?", "pos": 1050219}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "Pani, I didn’t oppose it. I didn’t say anything.", "pos": 1050493}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "All right then. Come, tell us your story. Why are you all silent?", "pos": 1050544}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "There’s nothing to tell, it’s all so foolish. Besides, all that’s by way of allegory in Gogol, for he’s made all the names have a meaning. Nozdryov was really called Nosov, and Kuvshinikov had quite a different name, he was called Shkvornev. Fenardi really was called Fenardi, only he wasn’t an Italian but a Russian, and Mamsel Fenardi was a pretty girl with her pretty little legs in tights, and she had a little short skirt with spangles, and she kept turning round and round, only not for four hours but for four minutes only, and she bewitched every one...", "pos": 1050642}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "But what were you beaten for?", "pos": 1051279}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "For Piron!", "pos": 1051327}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What Piron?", "pos": 1051358}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "The famous French writer, Piron. We were all drinking then, a big party of us, in a tavern at that very fair. They’d invited me, and first of all I began quoting epigrams. ‘Is that you, Boileau? What a funny get‐up!’ and Boileau answers that he’s going to a masquerade, that is to the baths, he he! And they took it to themselves, so I made haste to repeat another, very sarcastic, well known to all educated people: Yes, Sappho and Phaon are we! But one grief is weighing on me. You don’t know your way to the sea! They were still more offended and began abusing me in the most unseemly way for it. And as ill‐luck would have it, to set things right, I began telling a very cultivated anecdote about Piron, how he was not accepted into the French Academy, and to revenge himself wrote his own epitaph: Ci‐gît Piron qui ne fut rien, Pas même académicien. They seized me and thrashed me.", "pos": 1051385}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But what for? What for?", "pos": 1052274}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "For my education. People can thrash a man for anything,", "pos": 1052300}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Eh, that’s enough! That’s all stupid, I don’t want to listen. I thought it would be amusing. Ah, he can’t sit still,", "pos": 1052404}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Panie! let’s drink! and the other pan, too! Let us drink. To Poland, panovie, I drink to your Poland!", "pos": 1052952}
{"speaker": "Pole on the sofa", "text": "I shall be delighted, panie,", "pos": 1053170}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And the other pan, what’s his name? Drink, most illustrious, take your glass!", "pos": 1053291}
{"speaker": "Pole on the sofa", "text": "Pan Vrublevsky,", "pos": 1053384}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "To Poland, panovie! Hurrah! Now to Russia, panovie, and let us be brothers!", "pos": 1053490}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Pour out some for us. I’ll drink to Russia, too!", "pos": 1053681}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "So will I,", "pos": 1053750}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "And I would, too ... to Russia, the old grandmother!", "pos": 1053778}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "All! All! Trifon Borissovitch, some more bottles! To Russia! Hurrah! How’s this, panovie? won’t you drink it?", "pos": 1053851}
{"speaker": "Pan Vrublevsky", "text": "To Russia as she was before 1772.", "pos": 1054308}
{"speaker": "Other Pole", "text": "Come, that’s better!", "pos": 1054344}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’re fools, you panovie,", "pos": 1054434}
{"speaker": "Both Poles", "text": "Panie!", "pos": 1054490}
{"speaker": "Pan Vrublevsky", "text": "Can one help loving one’s own country?", "pos": 1054614}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Be silent! Don’t quarrel! I won’t have any quarreling!", "pos": 1054667}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Panovie, forgive me! It was my fault, I’m sorry. Vrublevsky, panie Vrublevsky, I’m sorry.", "pos": 1054919}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Hold your tongue, you, anyway! Sit down, you stupid!", "pos": 1055011}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen, I was the cause of it all. Come, why are we sitting here? What shall we do ... to amuse ourselves again?", "pos": 1055167}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Ach, it’s certainly anything but amusing!", "pos": 1055352}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Let’s play faro again, as we did just now,", "pos": 1055421}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Faro? Splendid! If only the panovie—", "pos": 1055493}
{"speaker": "Pole on the sofa", "text": "It’s lite, panovie,", "pos": 1055547}
{"speaker": "Pan Vrublevsky", "text": "That’s true,", "pos": 1055625}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Lite? What do you mean by ‘lite’?", "pos": 1055665}
{"speaker": "Pole on the sofa", "text": "Late, pani! ‘a late hour’ I mean,", "pos": 1055718}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "It’s always late with them. They can never do anything! They’re dull themselves, so they want others to be dull. Before you came, Mitya, they were just as silent and kept turning up their noses at me.", "pos": 1055786}
{"speaker": "Pole on the sofa", "text": "My goddess! I see you’re not well‐disposed to me, that’s why I’m gloomy. I’m ready, panie,", "pos": 1056031}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Begin, panie. I want to lose a lot to you. Take your cards. Make the bank.", "pos": 1056182}
{"speaker": "Little Pole", "text": "We’ll have cards from the landlord, panie,", "pos": 1056364}
{"speaker": "Pan Vrublevsky", "text": "That’s much the best way,", "pos": 1056457}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "From the landlord? Very good, I understand, let’s get them from him. Cards!", "pos": 1056511}
{"speaker": "Landlord", "text": "the girls were getting ready, and that the Jews with the cymbals would most likely be here soon; but the cart with the provisions had not yet arrived.", "pos": 1056689}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And vodka for Andrey, vodka for Andrey! I was rude to Andrey!", "pos": 1057160}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Give me five roubles. I’ll stake something at faro, too, he he!", "pos": 1057318}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Capital! Splendid! Take ten, here! And if you lose that, come again, come again.", "pos": 1057409}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Very good,", "pos": 1057575}
{"speaker": "Pan Vrublevsky", "text": "To your places, gentlemen,", "pos": 1057906}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "No, I’m not going to play any more. I’ve lost fifty roubles to them just now.", "pos": 1057957}
{"speaker": "the Pole on the sofa", "text": "The pan had no luck, perhaps he’ll be lucky this time,", "pos": 1058058}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "How much in the bank? To correspond?", "pos": 1058163}
{"speaker": "A Pole", "text": "That’s according, panie, maybe a hundred, maybe two hundred, as much as you will stake.", "pos": 1058215}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "A million!", "pos": 1058305}
{"speaker": "A Pole", "text": "The Pan Captain has heard of Pan Podvysotsky, perhaps?", "pos": 1058333}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What Podvysotsky?", "pos": 1058390}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "That’s not true,", "pos": 1059071}
{"speaker": "Pan Vrublevsky", "text": "Panie Kalganov, in gentlemanly society one doesn’t say such things.", "pos": 1059105}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "As if a Polish gambler would give away a million!", "pos": 1059175}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "And I put a rouble on the queen, the queen of hearts, the pretty little panienotchka, he he!", "pos": 1059458}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "A corner!", "pos": 1059742}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "I’ll bet another rouble, a ‘single’ stake,", "pos": 1059767}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Lost! A ‘double’ on the seven!", "pos": 1059881}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Stop!", "pos": 1059958}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Double! Double! On the double!", "pos": 1059991}
{"speaker": "Pole on the sofa", "text": "You’ve lost two hundred, panie. Will you stake another hundred?", "pos": 1060191}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What? Lost two hundred already? Then another two hundred! All doubles!", "pos": 1060288}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "That’s enough!", "pos": 1060500}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What’s the matter?", "pos": 1060550}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "That’s enough! I don’t want you to play any more. Don’t!", "pos": 1060592}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why?", "pos": 1060651}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Because I don’t. Hang it, come away. That’s why. I won’t let you go on playing.", "pos": 1060658}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Give it up, Mitya. He may be right. You’ve lost a lot as it is,", "pos": 1060776}
{"speaker": "Pole on the sofa", "text": "Are you joking, panie?", "pos": 1060957}
{"speaker": "Pan Vrublevsky", "text": "How dare you!", "pos": 1061032}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Don’t dare to shout like that,", "pos": 1061090}
{"speaker": "Pole on the sofa", "text": "Pani Agrippina,", "pos": 1061340}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Most illustrious, two words with you. In the next room, I’ve two words to say to you, something pleasant, very pleasant. You’ll be glad to hear it.", "pos": 1061477}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Where are you going?", "pos": 1061893}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "We’ll be back in one moment,", "pos": 1061944}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What can I do for you, panie? Well, look here, panie, I won’t keep you long. There’s money for you. Would you like three thousand? Take it and go your way.", "pos": 1062658}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "Three thousand, panie?", "pos": 1062927}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Three, panovie, three! Listen, panie, I see you’re a sensible man. Take three thousand and go to the devil, and Vrublevsky with you—d’you hear? But, at once, this very minute, and for ever. You understand that, panie, for ever. Here’s the door, you go out of it. What have you got there, a great-coat, a fur coat? I’ll bring it out to you. They’ll get the horses out directly, and then—good-by, panie! The money, panie? Five hundred roubles I’ll give you this moment for the journey, and as a first installment, and two thousand five hundred to-morrow, in the town—I swear on my honor, I’ll get it, I’ll get it at any cost! Seven hundred, seven hundred, not five hundred, at once, this minute, cash down! What’s the matter, panie? Don’t you trust me? I can’t give you the whole three thousand straight off. If I give it, you may come back to her to-morrow.... Besides, I haven’t the three thousand with me. I’ve got it at home in the town,", "pos": 1062990}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "What next? For shame!", "pos": 1064424}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You do that, panie, because you hope to make more out of Grushenka? You’re a couple of capons, that’s what you are!", "pos": 1064580}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Speak Russian! Speak Russian! not another word of Polish! You used to talk Russian. You can’t have forgotten it in five years.", "pos": 1065277}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "Pani Agrafena, I came here to forget the past and forgive it, to forget all that has happened till to-day—", "pos": 1065631}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Forgive? Came here to forgive me?", "pos": 1065740}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "Just so, pani, I’m not pusillanimous, I’m magnanimous. But I was astounded when I saw your lovers. Pan Mitya offered me three thousand, in the other room to depart. I spat in the pan’s face.", "pos": 1065827}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What? He offered you money for me? Is it true, Mitya? How dare you? Am I for sale?", "pos": 1066020}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Panie, panie! she’s pure and shining, and I have never been her lover! That’s a lie....", "pos": 1066138}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "How dare you defend me to him?", "pos": 1066244}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "He took it! He took it! I see: he heard I had money, and came here to marry me!", "pos": 1066490}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "Pani Agrippina! I’m—a knight, I’m—a nobleman, and not a lajdak. I came here to make you my wife and I find you a different woman, perverse and shameless.", "pos": 1066699}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Oh, go back where you came from! I’ll tell them to turn you out and you’ll be turned out. I’ve been a fool, a fool, to have been miserable these five years!", "pos": 1066880}
{"speaker": "Vrublevsky", "text": "A regular Sodom! Landlord, send the shameless hussies away!", "pos": 1067543}
{"speaker": "Landlord", "text": "What are you shouting for? D’you want to split your throat?", "pos": 1067806}
{"speaker": "Vrublevsky", "text": "Animal!", "pos": 1067926}
{"speaker": "Landlord", "text": "Animal? And what sort of cards were you playing with just now? I gave you a pack and you hid it. You played with marked cards! I could send you to Siberia for playing with false cards, d’you know that, for it’s just the same as false banknotes.... Here’s my pack unopened! From where I stood I saw him slip my pack away, and put his in place of it—you’re a cheat and not a gentleman!", "pos": 1067961}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "And I twice saw the pan change a card!", "pos": 1068527}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "How shameful! How shameful! Good Lord, he’s come to that!", "pos": 1068584}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I thought so, too!", "pos": 1068719}
{"speaker": "Vrublevsky", "text": "You low harlot!", "pos": 1068877}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’ve laid him on the floor, there. He’s struggling, the scoundrel! But he won’t come back, no fear of that!... Most illustrious, will you be pleased to retire as well?", "pos": 1069067}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "My dear Dmitri Fyodorovitch, make them give you back the money you lost. It’s as good as stolen from you.", "pos": 1069398}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "I don’t want my fifty roubles back,", "pos": 1069534}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I don’t want my two hundred, either. I wouldn’t take it for anything! Let him keep it as a consolation.", "pos": 1069600}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Bravo, Mitya! You’re a trump, Mitya!", "pos": 1069721}
{"speaker": "Pole", "text": "Pani, if you want to come with me, come. If not, good-by.", "pos": 1069989}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "That’s capital! Serve them right! I want to drink. I want to be quite drunk, as we were before. Do you remember, Mitya, do you remember how we made friends here last time! Go and enjoy yourself. Tell them to dance, to make merry, ‘let the stove and cottage dance’; as we had it last time,", "pos": 1070388}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "They’re a lousy lot, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. I’d give them a kick, every one of them, and they’d take it as an honor—that’s all they’re worth!", "pos": 1073198}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I was rude to him just now,", "pos": 1073423}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What a dear, charming boy he is! How was it you came just now, eh? Have you walked in!... I was frightened. So you wanted to give me up to him, did you? Did you really want to?", "pos": 1073910}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I didn’t want to spoil your happiness!", "pos": 1074461}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well, go and enjoy yourself ... Don’t cry, I’ll call you back again. Come, sit beside me, tell me, how did you hear about me, and my coming here yesterday? From whom did you first hear it?", "pos": 1074562}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What are you frowning at?", "pos": 1075153}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Nothing.... I left a man ill there. I’d give ten years of my life for him to get well, to know he was all right! Well, never mind him, if he’s ill. So you meant to shoot yourself to-morrow! What a silly boy! What for? I like such reckless fellows as you. So you would go any length for me, eh? Did you really mean to shoot yourself to-morrow, you stupid? No, wait a little. To-morrow I may have something to say to you.... I won’t say it to-day, but to-morrow. You’d like it to be to-day? No, I don’t want to to-day. Come, go along now, go and amuse yourself. Why are you sad? I see you’re sad.... Yes, I see it. Though you keep kissing the peasants and shouting, I see something. No, be merry. I’m merry; you be merry, too.... I love somebody here. Guess who it is. Ah, look, my boy has fallen asleep, poor dear, he’s drunk.", "pos": 1075192}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "bored.", "pos": 1076362}
{"speaker": "Stepanida", "text": "Look alive, Marya, or you’ll get the stick!", "pos": 1076668}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well, let them! Let them! When they do get a day to enjoy themselves, why shouldn’t folks be happy?", "pos": 1076854}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "It’s swinish, all this peasant foolery, it’s the game they play when it’s light all night in summer.", "pos": 1077089}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "That’s just a song of yesterday. Who writes such things for them? They might just as well have had a railwayman or a Jew come to try his luck with the girls; they’d have carried all before them.", "pos": 1078297}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Look how pretty he is. I was combing his hair just now; his hair’s like flax, and so thick....", "pos": 1078736}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "They taught me all those well‐bred, aristocratic dances when I was little....", "pos": 1079491}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Go, go with him, Mitya, and I’ll watch from here how he dances,", "pos": 1079571}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "No, no, I’m coming to look on, too,", "pos": 1079653}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Thanks. You’re tired perhaps? What are you looking for here? Would you like some sweets? A cigar, perhaps?", "pos": 1080089}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "A cigarette.", "pos": 1080198}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Don’t you want a drink?", "pos": 1080213}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "I’ll just have a liqueur.... Have you any chocolates?", "pos": 1080239}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, there’s a heap of them on the table there. Choose one, my dear soul!", "pos": 1080295}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "I like one with vanilla ... for old people. He he!", "pos": 1080371}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, brother, we’ve none of that special sort.", "pos": 1080424}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "I say. That girl there, little Marya, he he! How would it be if you were to help me make friends with her?", "pos": 1080472}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "So that’s what you’re after! No, brother, that won’t do!", "pos": 1080632}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "I’d do no harm to any one,", "pos": 1080691}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, all right, all right. They only come here to dance and sing, you know, brother. But damn it all, wait a bit!... Eat and drink and be merry, meanwhile. Don’t you want money?", "pos": 1080753}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Later on, perhaps,", "pos": 1080932}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What is it, Trifon Borissovitch? are you looking for me?", "pos": 1083500}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "No, sir. Why should I be looking for you? Where have you been?", "pos": 1083559}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why do you look so glum? You’re not angry, are you? Wait a bit, you shall soon get to bed.... What’s the time?", "pos": 1083660}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "It’ll be three o’clock. Past three, it must be.", "pos": 1083773}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "We’ll leave off soon. We’ll leave off.", "pos": 1083823}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "Don’t mention it; it doesn’t matter. Keep it up as long as you like....", "pos": 1083864}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Mitya, Mitya, I loved him, you know. How I have loved him these five years, all that time! Did I love him or only my own anger? No, him, him! It’s a lie that it was my anger I loved and not him. Mitya, I was only seventeen then; he was so kind to me, so merry; he used to sing to me.... Or so it seemed to a silly girl like me.... And now, O Lord, it’s not the same man. Even his face is not the same; he’s different altogether. I shouldn’t have known him. I drove here with Timofey, and all the way I was thinking how I should meet him, what I should say to him, how we should look at one another. My soul was faint, and all of a sudden it was just as though he had emptied a pail of dirty water over me. He talked to me like a schoolmaster, all so grave and learned; he met me so solemnly that I was struck dumb. I couldn’t get a word in. At first I thought he was ashamed to talk before his great big Pole. I sat staring at him and wondering why I couldn’t say a word to him now. It must have been his wife that ruined him; you know he threw me up to get married. She must have changed him like that. Mitya, how shameful it is! Oh, Mitya, I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed for all my life. Curse it, curse it, curse those five years! Mitya, darling, stay, don’t go away. I want to say one word to you. Listen, tell me who it is I love? I love one man here. Who is that man? That’s what you must tell me. A falcon flew in, and my heart sank. ‘Fool! that’s the man you love!’ That was what my heart whispered to me at once. You came in and all grew bright. What’s he afraid of? I wondered. For you were frightened; you couldn’t speak. It’s not them he’s afraid of—could you be frightened of any one? It’s me he’s afraid of, I thought, only me. So Fenya told you, you little stupid, how I called to Alyosha out of the window that I’d loved Mityenka for one hour, and that I was going now to love ... another. Mitya, Mitya, how could I be such a fool as to think I could love any one after you? Do you forgive me, Mitya? Do you forgive me or not? Do you love me? Do you love me? You will forgive me for having tormented you? It was through spite I tormented you all. It was for spite I drove the old man out of his mind.... Do you remember how you drank at my house one day and broke the wine‐glass? I remembered that and I broke a glass to‐day and drank ‘to my vile heart.’ Mitya, my falcon, why don’t you kiss me? He kissed me once, and now he draws back and looks and listens. Why listen to me? Kiss me, kiss me hard, that’s right. If you love, well, then, love! I’ll be your slave now, your slave for the rest of my life. It’s sweet to be a slave. Kiss me! Beat me, ill‐treat me, do what you will with me.... And I do deserve to suffer. Stay, wait, afterwards, I won’t have that.... Go along, Mitya, I’ll come and have some wine, I want to be drunk, I’m going to get drunk and dance; I must, I must!", "pos": 1084498}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Did you feel how I kissed you when you were asleep just now? I’m drunk now, that’s what it is.... And aren’t you drunk? And why isn’t Mitya drinking? Why don’t you drink, Mitya? I’m drunk, and you don’t drink....", "pos": 1088442}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I am drunk! I’m drunk as it is ... drunk with you ... and now I’ll be drunk with wine, too.", "pos": 1088677}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Give him something, Mitya. Give him a present, he’s poor, you know. Ah, the poor, the insulted!... Do you know, Mitya, I shall go into a nunnery. No, I really shall one day, Alyosha said something to me to‐day that I shall remember all my life.... Yes.... But to‐day let us dance. To‐morrow to the nunnery, but to‐day we’ll dance. I want to play to‐day, good people, and what of it? God will forgive us. If I were God, I’d forgive every one: ‘My dear sinners, from this day forth I forgive you.’ I’m going to beg forgiveness: ‘Forgive me, good people, a silly wench.’ I’m a beast, that’s what I am. But I want to pray. I gave a little onion. Wicked as I’ve been, I want to pray. Mitya, let them dance, don’t stop them. Every one in the world is good. Every one—even the worst of them. The world’s a nice place. Though we’re bad the world’s all right. We’re good and bad, good and bad.... Come, tell me, I’ve something to ask you: come here every one, and I’ll ask you: Why am I so good? You know I am good. I’m very good.... Come, why am I so good? Mitya, don’t give me any more wine—if I ask you, don’t give it to me. Wine doesn’t give peace. Everything’s going round, the stove, and everything. I want to dance. Let every one see how I dance ... let them see how beautifully I dance....", "pos": 1090060}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Lajdak!", "pos": 1092403}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’re a laj dak yourself! You’re a little scoundrel, that’s what you are.", "pos": 1092448}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Leave off laughing at Poland,", "pos": 1092524}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Be quiet, boy! If I call him a scoundrel, it doesn’t mean that I called all Poland so. One laj dak doesn’t make a Poland. Be quiet, my pretty boy, eat a sweetmeat.", "pos": 1092603}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Ach, what fellows! As though they were not men. Why won’t they make friends? I’m weak.... Forgive me.... I’m weak, I can’t.... I’m sorry. I’m sorry.... Forgive me....", "pos": 1092767}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The lady’s been drinking. The pretty lady has been drinking,", "pos": 1093315}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "The lady’s drunk too much,", "pos": 1093404}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Mitya, lead me away ... take me. Don’t touch me.... Don’t touch me, till I’m yours.... I’ve told you I’m yours, but don’t touch me ... spare me.... With them here, with them close, you mustn’t. He’s here. It’s nasty here....", "pos": 1093475}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’ll obey you! I won’t think of it ... I worship you! Yes, it’s nasty here, it’s abominable.", "pos": 1094124}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I know, though you’re a brute, you’re generous. It must be honorable ... it shall be honorable for the future ... and let us be honest, let us be good, not brutes, but good ... take me away, take me far away, do you hear? I don’t want it to be here, but far, far away....", "pos": 1094309}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, yes, yes, it must be! I’ll take you and we’ll fly away.... Oh, I’d give my whole life for one year only to know about that blood!", "pos": 1094624}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What blood?", "pos": 1094800}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Nothing. Grusha, you wanted to be honest, but I’m a thief. But I’ve stolen money from Katya.... Disgrace, a disgrace!", "pos": 1094843}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "From Katya, from that young lady? No, you didn’t steal it. Give it her back, take it from me.... Why make a fuss? Now everything of mine is yours. What does money matter? We shall waste it anyway.... Folks like us are bound to waste money. But we’d better go and work the land. I want to dig the earth with my own hands. We must work, do you hear? Alyosha said so. I won’t 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 down to her together, so that she may forgive us, and then we’ll go away. And if she won’t forgive us, we’ll go, anyway. Take her her money and love me.... Don’t love her.... Don’t love her any more. If you love her, I shall strangle her.... I’ll put out both her eyes with a needle....", "pos": 1095000}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I love you. I love only you. I’ll love you in Siberia....", "pos": 1095779}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Why Siberia? Never mind, Siberia, if you like. I don’t care ... we’ll work ... there’s snow in Siberia.... I love driving in the snow ... and must have bells.... Do you hear, there’s a bell ringing? Where is that bell ringing? There are people coming.... Now it’s stopped. What’s the matter? Was I asleep? Yes ... a bell ... I’ve been asleep and dreamt I was driving over the snow with bells, and I dozed. I was with some one I loved, with you. And far, far away. I was holding you and kissing you, nestling close to you. I was cold, and the snow glistened.... You know how the snow glistens at night when the moon shines. It was as though I was not on earth. I woke up, and my dear one is close to me. How sweet that is!...", "pos": 1095839}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Close to you,", "pos": 1096984}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Mitya, who is that looking at us?", "pos": 1097313}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Here, come to us, come here,", "pos": 1097552}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen! What’s this for, gentlemen? I un—der—stand!", "pos": 1098643}
{"speaker": "Young man in spectacles", "text": "We have to make ... in brief, I beg you to come this way, this way to the sofa.... It is absolutely imperative that you should give an explanation.", "pos": 1098943}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The old man! The old man and his blood!... I understand.", "pos": 1099093}
{"speaker": "Police captain", "text": "You understand? He understands it! Monster and parricide! Your father’s blood cries out against you!", "pos": 1099271}
{"speaker": "Young man in spectacles", "text": "This is impossible! Mihail Makarovitch, Mihail Makarovitch, this won’t do!... I beg you’ll allow me to speak. I should never have expected such behavior from you....", "pos": 1099506}
{"speaker": "Police captain", "text": "This is delirium, gentlemen, raving delirium, look at him: drunk, at this time of night, in the company of a disreputable woman, with the blood of his father on his hands.... It’s delirium!...", "pos": 1099703}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "I beg you most earnestly, dear Mihail Makarovitch, to restrain your feelings, or I shall be forced to resort to—", "pos": 1099929}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Ex‐Lieutenant Karamazov, it is my duty to inform you that you are charged with the murder of your father, Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, perpetrated this night....", "pos": 1100239}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "And the blood was simply flowing, dripping from him, dripping!", "pos": 1101829}
{"speaker": "Fenya", "text": "And when he came back. I told him the whole story, and then I began asking him, ‘Why have you got blood on your hands, Dmitri Fyodorovitch?’ and he answered that that was human blood, and that he had just killed some one. He confessed it all to me, and suddenly ran off like a madman. I sat down and began thinking, where’s he run off to now like a madman? He’ll go to Mokroe, I thought, and kill my mistress there. I ran out to beg him not to kill her. I was running to his lodgings, but I looked at Plotnikov’s shop, and saw him just setting off, and there was no blood on his hands then. Why have you got blood on your hands, Dmitri Fyodorovitch?", "pos": 1102606}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ask at the top of the stairs. If the lady wants to receive you, she’ll receive you. If she won’t, she won’t.", "pos": 1105840}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch Perhotin", "text": "Tell her in those words, in those words exactly,", "pos": 1106332}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch Perhotin", "text": "That he had come on business of the greatest importance, and that Madame Hohlakov might have cause to regret it later, if she refused to see him now. I plunged headlong,", "pos": 1107100}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "What do you want?", "pos": 1108030}
{"speaker": "Perhotin", "text": "I have ventured to disturb you, madam, on a matter concerning our common acquaintance, Dmitri Fyodorovitch Karamazov,", "pos": 1108050}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "How much longer am I to be worried by that awful man? How dare you, sir, how could you venture to disturb a lady who is a stranger to you, in her own house at such an hour!... And to force yourself upon her to talk of a man who came here, to this very drawing‐room, only three hours ago, to murder me, and went stamping out of the room, as no one would go out of a decent house. Let me tell you, sir, that I shall lodge a complaint against you, that I will not let it pass. Kindly leave me at once.... I am a mother.... I ... I—", "pos": 1108329}
{"speaker": "Perhotin", "text": "Murder! then he tried to murder you, too?", "pos": 1108886}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Why, has he killed somebody else?", "pos": 1108930}
{"speaker": "Perhotin", "text": "If you would kindly listen, madam, for half a moment, I’ll explain it all in a couple of words. At five o’clock this afternoon Dmitri Fyodorovitch borrowed ten roubles from me, and I know for a fact he had no money. Yet at nine o’clock, he came to see me with a bundle of hundred‐rouble notes in his hand, about two or three thousand roubles. His hands and face were all covered with blood, and he looked like a madman. When I asked him where he had got so much money, he answered that he had just received it from you, that you had given him a sum of three thousand to go to the gold‐mines....", "pos": 1109001}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Good God! He must have killed his old father! I have never given him money, never! Oh, run, run!... Don’t say another word! Save the old man ... run to his father ... run!", "pos": 1109707}
{"speaker": "Perhotin", "text": "Excuse me, madam, then you did not give him money? You remember for a fact that you did not give him any money?", "pos": 1109914}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "No, I didn’t, I didn’t! I refused to give it him, for he could not appreciate it. He ran out in a fury, stamping. He rushed at me, but I slipped away.... And let me tell you, as I wish to hide nothing from you now, that he positively spat at me. Can you fancy that! But why are we standing? Ah, sit down.", "pos": 1110028}
{"speaker": "Perhotin", "text": "Excuse me, I....", "pos": 1110335}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Or better run, run, you must run and save the poor old man from an awful death!", "pos": 1110354}
{"speaker": "Perhotin", "text": "But if he has killed him already?", "pos": 1110436}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Ah, good heavens, yes! Then what are we to do now? What do you think we must do now? Would you believe it, I foresaw all this! I have that special faculty, whatever I imagine comes to pass. And how often I’ve looked at that awful man and always thought, that man will end by murdering me. And now it’s happened ... that is, if he hasn’t murdered me, but only his own father, it’s only because the finger of God preserved me, and what’s more, he was ashamed to murder me because, in this very place, I put the holy ikon from the relics of the holy martyr, Saint Varvara, on his neck.... And to think how near I was to death at that minute, I went close up to him and he stretched out his neck to me!... Do you know, Pyotr Ilyitch (I think you said your name was Pyotr Ilyitch), I don’t believe in miracles, but that ikon and this unmistakable miracle with me now—that shakes me, and I’m ready to believe in anything you like. Have you heard about Father Zossima?... But I don’t know what I’m saying ... and only fancy, with the ikon on his neck he spat at me.... He only spat, it’s true, he didn’t murder me and ... he dashed away! But what shall we do, what must we do now? What do you think? Oh, he’s an excellent man, excellent! Mihail Makarovitch, I know him. Of course, he’s the person to go to. How practical you are, Pyotr Ilyitch! How well you’ve thought of everything! I should never have thought of it in your place!", "pos": 1110472}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Especially as I know the police captain very well, too,", "pos": 1112483}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "And be sure, be sure, to come back and tell me what you see there, and what you find out ... what comes to light ... how they’ll try him ... and what he’s condemned to.... Tell me, we have no capital punishment, have we? But be sure to come, even if it’s at three o’clock at night, at four, at half‐past four.... Tell them to wake me, to wake me, to shake me, if I don’t get up.... But, good heavens, I shan’t sleep! But wait, hadn’t I better come with you?", "pos": 1112726}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "N—no. But if you would write three lines with your own hand, stating that you did not give Dmitri Fyodorovitch money, it might, perhaps, be of use ... in case it’s needed....", "pos": 1113205}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "To be sure! And you know I’m simply struck, amazed at your resourcefulness, your good sense in such affairs. Are you in the service here? I’m delighted to think that you’re in the service here! Here’s the note! Go, save him. It’s a noble deed on your part! How grateful I am to you! You can’t think how grateful I am to you for having come to me, first. How is it I haven’t met you before? I shall feel flattered at seeing you at my house in the future. How delightful it is that you are living here!... Such precision! Such practical ability!... They must appreciate you, they must understand you. If there’s anything I can do, believe me ... oh, I love young people! I’m in love with young people! The younger generation are the one prop of our suffering country. Her one hope.... Oh, go, go!...", "pos": 1113382}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Ah, it is awful, awful!", "pos": 1115508}
{"speaker": "Mihail Makarovitch", "text": "I have the heart of a soldier rather than of a civilian,", "pos": 1118038}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Marfa! Marfa!", "pos": 1123816}
{"speaker": "Marfa Ignatyevna", "text": "Lord, preserve us from harm!", "pos": 1123868}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "He has murdered ... his father murdered.... Why scream, silly ... run ... fetch some one....", "pos": 1124362}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "Some one person screamed out and then was silent,", "pos": 1125720}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Is the master murdered?", "pos": 1126204}
{"speaker": "Foma and the women", "text": "for fear anything should happen afterwards.", "pos": 1126574}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’ll be too late.", "pos": 1129084}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "That’s clear, that’s clear! That’s just the way with mad fellows like that: ‘I shall kill myself to‐ morrow, so I’ll make merry till I die!’ Do you remember the fellow that murdered a merchant called Olsufyev, gentlemen? He stole fifteen hundred, went at once to have his hair curled, and then, without even hiding the money, carrying it almost in his hand in the same way, he went off to the girls.", "pos": 1129198}
{"speaker": "Doctor", "text": "Such violent and protracted epileptic fits, recurring continually for twenty‐four hours, are rarely to be met with, and are of interest to science,", "pos": 1131162}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’m not guilty! I’m not guilty of that blood! I’m not guilty of my father’s blood.... I meant to kill him. But I’m not guilty. Not I.", "pos": 1131886}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "It was my fault! Mine! My wickedness! He did it through me. I tortured him and drove him to it. I tortured that poor old man that’s dead, too, in my wickedness, and brought him to this! It’s my fault, mine first, mine most, my fault!", "pos": 1132147}
{"speaker": "Police captain", "text": "Yes, it’s your fault! You’re the chief criminal! You fury! You harlot! You’re the most to blame!", "pos": 1132485}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "This is absolutely irregular, Mihail Makarovitch! You are positively hindering the inquiry.... You’re ruining the case....", "pos": 1132735}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Follow the regular course! Follow the regular course! otherwise it’s absolutely impossible!...", "pos": 1132890}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Judge us together! Punish us together. I will go with him now, if it’s to death!", "pos": 1133040}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Grusha, my life, my blood, my holy one! Don’t believe her, she’s not guilty of anything, of any blood, of anything!", "pos": 1133170}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "That will refresh you, that will calm you. Be calm, don’t be frightened,", "pos": 1133783}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Drink some water,", "pos": 1134825}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I have drunk it, gentlemen, I have ... but ... come, gentlemen, crush me, punish me, decide my fate!", "pos": 1134903}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "So you positively declare that you are not guilty of the death of your father, Fyodor Pavlovitch?", "pos": 1135092}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I am not guilty. I am guilty of the blood of another old man but not of my father’s. And I weep for it! I killed, I killed the old man and knocked him down.... But it’s hard to have to answer for that murder with another, a terrible murder of which I am not guilty.... It’s a terrible accusation, gentlemen, a knock‐down blow. But who has killed my father, who has killed him? Who can have killed him if I didn’t? It’s marvelous, extraordinary, impossible.", "pos": 1135248}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Yes, who can have killed him?", "pos": 1135707}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "You need not worry yourself about the old servant, Grigory Vassilyevitch. He is alive, he has recovered, and in spite of the terrible blows inflicted, according to his own and your evidence, by you, there seems no doubt that he will live, so the doctor says, at least.", "pos": 1135855}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Alive? He’s alive? Lord, I thank Thee for the miracle Thou has wrought for me, a sinner and evildoer. That’s an answer to my prayer. I’ve been praying all night.", "pos": 1136126}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "So from this Grigory we have received such important evidence concerning you, that—", "pos": 1136407}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "One minute, gentlemen, for God’s sake, one minute; I will run to her—", "pos": 1136575}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Excuse me, at this moment it’s quite impossible,", "pos": 1136647}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen, what a pity! I wanted to see her for one minute only; I wanted to tell her that it has been washed away, it has gone, that blood that was weighing on my heart all night, and that I am not a murderer now! Gentlemen, she is my betrothed! Oh, thank you, gentlemen! Oh, in one minute you have given me new life, new heart!... That old man used to carry me in his arms, gentlemen. He used to wash me in the tub when I was a baby three years old, abandoned by every one, he was like a father to me!...", "pos": 1136853}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "And so you—", "pos": 1137428}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Allow me, gentlemen, allow me one minute more. Let me have a moment to think, let me breathe, gentlemen. All this is horribly upsetting, horribly. A man is not a drum, gentlemen!", "pos": 1137474}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Drink a little more water,", "pos": 1137745}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’re a most skillful lawyer, I see, Nikolay Parfenovitch, but I can help you now. Oh, gentlemen, I feel like a new man, and don’t be offended at my addressing you so simply and directly. I’m rather drunk, too, I’ll tell you that frankly. I believe I’ve had the honor and pleasure of meeting you, Nikolay Parfenovitch, at my kinsman Miüsov’s. Gentlemen, gentlemen, I don’t pretend to be on equal terms with you. I understand, of course, in what character I am sitting before you. Oh, of course, there’s a horrible suspicion ... hanging over me ... if Grigory has given evidence.... A horrible suspicion! It’s awful, awful, I understand that! But to business, gentlemen, I am ready, and we will make an end of it in one moment; for, listen, listen, gentlemen! Since I know I’m innocent, we can put an end to it in a minute. Can’t we? Can’t we?", "pos": 1138857}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "So, for the present, we will write that you absolutely deny the charge brought against you,", "pos": 1139857}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Write it down? You want to write that down? Well, write it; I consent, I give my full consent, gentlemen, only ... do you see?... Stay, stay, write this. Of disorderly conduct I am guilty, of violence on a poor old man I am guilty. And there is something else at the bottom of my heart, of which I am guilty, too—but that you need not write down that’s my personal life, gentlemen, that doesn’t concern you, the bottom of my heart, that’s to say.... But of the murder of my old father I’m not guilty. That’s a wild idea. It’s quite a wild idea!... I will prove you that and you’ll be convinced directly.... You will laugh, gentlemen. You’ll laugh yourselves at your suspicion!...", "pos": 1140076}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Be calm, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. Before we go on with our inquiry, I should like, if you will consent to answer, to hear you confirm the statement that you disliked your father, Fyodor Pavlovitch, that you were involved in continual disputes with him. Here at least, a quarter of an hour ago, you exclaimed that you wanted to kill him: ‘I didn’t kill him,’ you said, ‘but I wanted to kill him.’", "pos": 1140799}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Did I exclaim that? Ach, that may be so, gentlemen! Yes, unhappily, I did want to kill him ... many times I wanted to ... unhappily, unhappily!", "pos": 1141293}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You wanted to. Would you consent to explain what motives precisely led you to such a sentiment of hatred for your parent?", "pos": 1141439}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What is there to explain, gentlemen? I have never concealed my feelings. All the town knows about it—every one knows in the tavern. Only lately I declared them in Father Zossima’s cell.... And the very same day, in the evening I beat my father. I nearly killed him, and I swore I’d come again and kill him, before witnesses.... Oh, a thousand witnesses! I’ve been shouting it aloud for the last month, any one can tell you that!... The fact stares you in the face, it speaks for itself, it cries aloud, but feelings, gentlemen, feelings are another matter. You see, gentlemen— it seems to me that about feelings you’ve no right to question me. I know that you are bound by your office, I quite understand that, but that’s my affair, my private, intimate affair, yet ... since I haven’t concealed my feelings in the past ... in the tavern, for instance, I’ve talked to every one, so ... so I won’t make a secret of it now. You see, I understand, gentlemen, that there are terrible facts against me in this business. I told every one that I’d kill him, and now, all of a sudden, he’s been killed. So it must have been me! Ha ha! I can make allowances for you, gentlemen, I can quite make allowances. I’m struck all of a heap myself, for who can have murdered him, if not I? That’s what it comes to, isn’t it? If not I, who can it be, who? Gentlemen, I want to know, I insist on knowing! Where was he murdered? How was he murdered? How, and with what? Tell me,", "pos": 1141563}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "We found him in his study, lying on his back on the floor, with his head battered in,", "pos": 1143164}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s horrible!", "pos": 1143273}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "We will continue. So what was it that impelled you to this sentiment of hatred? You have asserted in public, I believe, that it was based upon jealousy?", "pos": 1143378}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, yes, jealousy. And not only jealousy.", "pos": 1143568}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Disputes about money?", "pos": 1143614}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, about money, too.", "pos": 1143638}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "There was a dispute about three thousand roubles, I think, which you claimed as part of your inheritance?", "pos": 1143663}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Three thousand! More, more, more than six thousand, more than ten, perhaps. I told every one so, shouted it at them. But I made up my mind to let it go at three thousand. I was desperately in need of that three thousand ... so the bundle of notes for three thousand that I knew he kept under his pillow, ready for Grushenka, I considered as simply stolen from me. Yes, gentlemen, I looked upon it as mine, as my own property....", "pos": 1143771}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "We will return to that subject later. You will allow us to note that point and write it down; that you looked upon that money as your own property?", "pos": 1144328}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Write it down, by all means. I know that’s another fact that tells against me, but I’m not afraid of facts and I tell them against myself. Do you hear? Do you know, gentlemen, you take me for a different sort of man from what I am. You have to deal with a man of honor, a man of the highest honor; above all—don’t lose sight of it—a man who’s done a lot of nasty things, but has always been, and still is, honorable at bottom, in his inner being. I don’t know how to express it. That’s just what’s made me wretched all my life, that I yearned to be honorable, that I was, so to say, a martyr to a sense of honor, seeking for it with a lantern, with the lantern of Diogenes, and yet all my life I’ve been doing filthy things like all of us, gentlemen ... that is like me alone. That was a mistake, like me alone, me alone!... Gentlemen, my head aches ... You see, gentlemen, I couldn’t bear the look of him, there was something in him ignoble, impudent, trampling on everything sacred, something sneering and irreverent, loathsome, loathsome. But now that he’s dead, I feel differently.", "pos": 1144506}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "How do you mean?", "pos": 1145670}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I don’t feel differently, but I wish I hadn’t hated him so.", "pos": 1145689}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You feel penitent?", "pos": 1145751}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, not penitent, don’t write that. I’m not much good myself, I’m not very beautiful, so I had no right to consider him repulsive. That’s what I mean. Write that down, if you like.", "pos": 1145772}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What do you want with her? Why do you torment her? She’s done nothing, nothing!...", "pos": 1147396}
{"speaker": "Mihail Makarovitch", "text": "She’s been removed, she’s downstairs. Will you allow me to say one word to this unhappy man, gentlemen? In your presence, gentlemen, in your presence.", "pos": 1147685}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "By all means, Mihail Makarovitch. In the present case we have nothing against it.", "pos": 1147838}
{"speaker": "Police captain", "text": "Listen, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, my dear fellow. I took your Agrafena Alexandrovna downstairs myself, and confided her to the care of the landlord’s daughters, and that old fellow Maximov is with her all the time. And I soothed her, do you hear? I soothed and calmed her. I impressed on her that you have to clear yourself, so she mustn’t hinder you, must not depress you, or you may lose your head and say the wrong thing in your evidence. In fact, I talked to her and she understood. She’s a sensible girl, my boy, a good‐hearted girl, she would have kissed my old hands, begging help for you. She sent me herself, to tell you not to worry about her. And I must go, my dear fellow, I must go and tell her that you are calm and comforted about her. And so you must be calm, do you understand? I was unfair to her; she is a Christian soul, gentlemen, yes, I tell you, she’s a gentle soul, and not to blame for anything. So what am I to tell her, Dmitri Fyodorovitch? Will you sit quiet or not?", "pos": 1147959}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Forgive me, gentlemen, oh, allow me, allow me! You’ve the heart of an angel, an angel, Mihail Makarovitch, I thank you for her. I will, I will be calm, cheerful, in fact. Tell her, in the kindness of your heart, that I am cheerful, quite cheerful, that I shall be laughing in a minute, knowing that she has a guardian angel like you. I shall have done with all this directly, and as soon as I’m free, I’ll be with her, she’ll see, let her wait. Gentlemen, now I’ll open my whole soul to you; I’ll pour out everything. We’ll finish this off directly, finish it off gayly. We shall laugh at it in the end, shan’t we? But, gentlemen, that woman is the queen of my heart. Oh, let me tell you that. That one thing I’ll tell you now.... I see I’m with honorable men. She is my light, she is my holy one, and if only you knew! Did you hear her cry, ‘I’ll go to death with you’? And what have I, a penniless beggar, done for her? Why such love for me? How can a clumsy, ugly brute like me, with my ugly face, deserve such love, that she is ready to go to exile with me? And how she fell down at your feet for my sake, just now!... and yet she’s proud and has done nothing! How can I help adoring her, how can I help crying out and rushing to her as I did just now? Gentlemen, forgive me! But now, now I am comforted. Now, gentlemen, I am at your disposal, entirely at your disposal. And if it were not for all these trivial details, we should understand one another in a minute. I’m at those details again. I’m at your disposal, gentlemen, but I declare that we must have mutual confidence, you in me and I in you, or there’ll be no end to it. I speak in your interests. To business, gentlemen, to business, and don’t rummage in my soul; don’t tease me with trifles, but only ask me about facts and what matters, and I will satisfy you at once. And damn the details!", "pos": 1149311}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You don’t know how you encourage us, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, by your readiness to answer. And you have made a very just remark about the mutual confidence, without which it is sometimes positively impossible to get on in cases of such importance, if the suspected party really hopes and desires to defend himself and is in a position to do so. We, on our side, will do everything in our power, and you can see for yourself how we are conducting the case. You approve, Ippolit Kirillovitch?", "pos": 1151635}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Oh, undoubtedly,", "pos": 1152350}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen, only let me tell my own story and don’t interrupt me with trivial questions and I’ll tell you everything in a moment,", "pos": 1153275}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Excellent! Thank you. But before we proceed to listen to your communication, will you allow me to inquire as to another little fact of great interest to us? I mean the ten roubles you borrowed yesterday at about five o’clock on the security of your pistols, from your friend, Pyotr Ilyitch Perhotin.", "pos": 1153428}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I pledged them, gentlemen. I pledged them for ten roubles. What more? That’s all about it. As soon as I got back to town I pledged them.", "pos": 1153730}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You got back to town? Then you had been out of town?", "pos": 1153869}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, I went a journey of forty versts into the country. Didn’t you know?", "pos": 1153924}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Well, how would it be if you began your story with a systematic description of all you did yesterday, from the morning onwards? Allow us, for instance, to inquire why you were absent from the town, and just when you left and when you came back—all those facts.", "pos": 1154058}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You should have asked me like that from the beginning, and, if you like, we won’t begin from yesterday, but from the morning of the day before; then you’ll understand how, why, and where I went. I went the day before yesterday, gentlemen, to a merchant of the town, called Samsonov, to borrow three thousand roubles from him on safe security. It was a pressing matter, gentlemen, it was a sudden necessity.", "pos": 1154321}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Allow me to interrupt you. Why were you in such pressing need for just that sum, three thousand?", "pos": 1154761}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, gentlemen, you needn’t go into details, how, when and why, and why just so much money, and not so much, and all that rigmarole. Why, it’ll run to three volumes, and then you’ll want an epilogue! Gentlemen! don’t be vexed with me for my restiveness, I beg you again. Believe me once more, I feel the greatest respect for you and understand the true position of affairs. Don’t think I’m drunk. I’m quite sober now. And, besides, being drunk would be no hindrance. It’s with me, you know, like the saying: ‘When he is sober, he is a fool; when he is drunk, he is a wise man.’ Ha ha! But I see, gentlemen, it’s not the proper thing to make jokes to you, till we’ve had our explanation, I mean. And I’ve my own dignity to keep up, too. I quite understand the difference for the moment. I am, after all, in the position of a criminal, and so, far from being on equal terms with you. And it’s your business to watch me. I can’t expect you to pat me on the head for what I did to Grigory, for one can’t break old men’s heads with impunity. I suppose you’ll put me away for him for six months, or a year perhaps, in a house of correction. I don’t know what the punishment is—but it will be without loss of the rights of my rank, without loss of my rank, won’t it? So you see, gentlemen, I understand the distinction between us.... But you must see that you could puzzle God Himself with such questions. ‘How did you step? Where did you step? When did you step? And on what did you step?’ I shall get mixed up, if you go on like this, and you will put it all down against me. And what will that lead to? To nothing! And even if it’s nonsense I’m talking now, let me finish, and you, gentlemen, being men of honor and refinement, will forgive me! I’ll finish by asking you, gentlemen, to drop that conventional method of questioning. I mean, beginning from some miserable trifle, how I got up, what I had for breakfast, how I spat, and where I spat, and so distracting the attention of the criminal, suddenly stun him with an overwhelming question, ‘Whom did you murder? Whom did you rob?’ Ha ha! That’s your regulation method, that’s where all your cunning comes in. You can put peasants off their guard like that, but not me. I know the tricks. I’ve been in the service, too. Ha ha ha! You’re not angry, gentlemen? You forgive my impertinence? It’s only Mitya Karamazov, you know, so you can overlook it. It would be inexcusable in a sensible man; but you can forgive it in Mitya. Ha ha!", "pos": 1154894}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "That’s how we have treated you from the beginning. We haven’t tried to put you out by asking how you got up in the morning and what you had for breakfast. We began, indeed, with questions of the greatest importance.", "pos": 1157888}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I understand. I saw it and appreciated it, and I appreciate still more your present kindness to me, an unprecedented kindness, worthy of your noble hearts. We three here are gentlemen, and let everything be on the footing of mutual confidence between educated, well‐bred people, who have the common bond of noble birth and honor. In any case, allow me to look upon you as my best friends at this moment of my life, at this moment when my honor is assailed. That’s no offense to you, gentlemen, is it?", "pos": 1158151}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "On the contrary. You’ve expressed all that so well, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 1158654}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And enough of those trivial questions, gentlemen, all those tricky questions! Or there’s simply no knowing where we shall get to! Is there?", "pos": 1158787}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "I will follow your sensible advice entirely. I don’t withdraw my question, however. It is now vitally important for us to know exactly why you needed that sum, I mean precisely three thousand.", "pos": 1158961}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why I needed it?... Oh, for one thing and another.... Well, it was to pay a debt.", "pos": 1159203}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "A debt to whom?", "pos": 1159287}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That I absolutely refuse to answer, gentlemen. Not because I couldn’t, or because I shouldn’t dare, or because it would be damaging, for it’s all a paltry matter and absolutely trifling, but—I won’t, because it’s a matter of principle: that’s my private life, and I won’t allow any intrusion into my private life. That’s my principle. Your question has no bearing on the case, and whatever has nothing to do with the case is my private affair. I wanted to pay a debt. I wanted to pay a debt of honor but to whom I won’t say.", "pos": 1159305}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Allow me to make a note of that,", "pos": 1159832}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "By all means. Write down that I won’t say, that I won’t. Write that I should think it dishonorable to say. Ech! you can write it; you’ve nothing else to do with your time.", "pos": 1159888}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Allow me to caution you, sir, and to remind you once more, if you are unaware of it, that you have a perfect right not to answer the questions put to you now, and we on our side have no right to extort an answer from you, if you decline to give it for one reason or another. That is entirely a matter for your personal decision. But it is our duty, on the other hand, in such cases as the present, to explain and set before you the degree of injury you will be doing yourself by refusing to give this or that piece of evidence. After which I will beg you to continue.", "pos": 1160062}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen, I’m not angry ... I ... Well, gentlemen, you see, that Samsonov to whom I went then ...", "pos": 1160698}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "If I didn’t kill Fenya then, gentlemen, it was only because I hadn’t time,", "pos": 1164078}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Do you recognize this object?", "pos": 1164478}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, yes. Of course I recognize it. Let me have a look at it.... Damn it, never mind!", "pos": 1164541}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You have forgotten to mention it,", "pos": 1164651}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Hang it all, I shouldn’t have concealed it from you. Do you suppose I could have managed without it? It simply escaped my memory.", "pos": 1164722}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Be so good as to tell us precisely how you came to arm yourself with it.", "pos": 1164854}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Certainly I will be so good, gentlemen.", "pos": 1164929}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "But what object had you in view in arming yourself with such a weapon?", "pos": 1165023}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What object? No object. I just picked it up and ran off.", "pos": 1165096}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "What for, if you had no object?", "pos": 1165155}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Bother the pestle! But still— Oh, to keep off dogs.... Oh, because it was dark.... In case anything turned up. But have you ever on previous occasions taken a weapon with you when you went out, since you’re afraid of the dark? Ugh! damn it all, gentlemen! There’s positively no talking to you! Write down at once ... at once ... ‘that I snatched up the pestle to go and kill my father ... Fyodor Pavlovitch ... by hitting him on the head with it!’ Well, now are you satisfied, gentlemen? Are your minds relieved?", "pos": 1165406}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "We quite understand that you made that statement just now through exasperation with us and the questions we put to you, which you consider trivial, though they are, in fact, essential,", "pos": 1166143}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, upon my word, gentlemen! Yes, I took the pestle.... What does one pick things up for at such moments? I don’t know what for. I snatched it up and ran—that’s all. For to me, gentlemen, passons, or I declare I won’t tell you any more. You see, gentlemen, you see. I listen to you and am haunted by a dream.... It’s a dream I have sometimes, you know.... I often dream it—it’s always the same ... that some one is hunting me, some one I’m awfully afraid of ... that he’s hunting me in the dark, in the night ... tracking me, and I hide somewhere from him, behind a door or cupboard, hide in a degrading way, and the worst of it is, he always knows where I am, but he pretends not to know where I am on purpose, to prolong my agony, to enjoy my terror.... That’s just what you’re doing now. It’s just like that!", "pos": 1166370}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Is that the sort of thing you dream about?", "pos": 1167517}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, it is. Don’t you want to write it down?", "pos": 1167587}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "No; no need to write it down. But still you do have curious dreams.", "pos": 1167670}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s not a question of dreams now, gentlemen—this is realism, this is real life! I’m a wolf and you’re the hunters. Well, hunt him down!", "pos": 1167740}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You are wrong to make such comparisons ...", "pos": 1167879}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, I’m not wrong, not at all! You may not trust a criminal or a man on trial tortured by your questions, but an honorable man, the honorable impulses of the heart (I say that boldly!)—no! That you must believe you have no right indeed ... but— Be silent, heart, Be patient, humble, hold thy peace. Well, shall I go on?", "pos": 1167981}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "If you’ll be so kind,", "pos": 1168456}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "They’re angry and offended. Well, bother them! signal", "pos": 1169183}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Well? You pulled out the weapon and ... and what happened then?", "pos": 1169833}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Then? Why, then I murdered him ... hit him on the head and cracked his skull.... I suppose that’s your story. That’s it!", "pos": 1169932}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Our story? Well—and yours?", "pos": 1170166}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "My story, gentlemen? Well, it was like this. Whether it was some one’s tears, or my mother prayed to God, or a good angel kissed me at that instant, I don’t know. But the devil was conquered. I rushed from the window and ran to the fence. My father was alarmed and, for the first time, he saw me then, cried out, and sprang back from the window. I remember that very well. I ran across the garden to the fence ... and there Grigory caught me, when I was sitting on the fence. Why, you’re laughing at me at this moment, gentlemen!", "pos": 1170279}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "What makes you think that?", "pos": 1171052}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You don’t believe one word—that’s why! I understand, of course, that I have come to the vital point. The old man’s lying there now with his skull broken, while I—after dramatically describing how I wanted to kill him, and how I snatched up the pestle—I suddenly run away from the window. A romance! Poetry! As though one could believe a fellow on his word. Ha ha! You are scoffers, gentlemen!", "pos": 1171112}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "And did you notice, did you notice when you ran away from the window, whether the door into the garden was open?", "pos": 1171559}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, it was not open.", "pos": 1171751}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "It was not?", "pos": 1171774}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It was shut. And who could open it? Bah! the door. Wait a bit! Why, did you find the door open?", "pos": 1171788}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Yes, it was open.", "pos": 1171952}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why, who could have opened it if you did not open it yourselves?", "pos": 1171972}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "The door stood open, and your father’s murderer undoubtedly went in at that door, and, having accomplished the crime, went out again by the same door. That is perfectly clear. The murder was committed in the room and not through the window; that is absolutely certain from the examination that has been made, from the position of the body and everything. There can be no doubt of that circumstance.", "pos": 1172072}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But that’s utterly impossible! I ... I didn’t go in.... I tell you positively, definitely, the door was shut the whole time I was in the garden, and when I ran out of the garden. I only stood at the window and saw him through the window. That’s all, that’s all.... I remember to the last minute. And if I didn’t remember, it would be just the same. I know it, for no one knew the signals except Smerdyakov, and me, and the dead man. And he wouldn’t have opened the door to any one in the world without the signals.", "pos": 1172595}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Signals? What signals?", "pos": 1173146}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "So you didn’t know! What if I won’t tell you? From whom could you find out? No one knew about the signals except my father, Smerdyakov, and me: that was all. Heaven knew, too, but it won’t tell you. But it’s an interesting fact. There’s no knowing what you might build on it. Ha ha! Take comfort, gentlemen, I’ll reveal it. You’ve some foolish idea in your hearts. You don’t know the man you have to deal with! You have to do with a prisoner who gives evidence against himself, to his own damage! Yes, for I’m a man of honor and you—are not.", "pos": 1173488}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "So now you can build up your tower,", "pos": 1174615}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "So no one knew of the signals but your dead father, you, and the valet Smerdyakov? And no one else?", "pos": 1174718}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes. The valet Smerdyakov, and Heaven. Write down about Heaven. That may be of use. Besides, you will need God yourselves.", "pos": 1174861}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "But if Smerdyakov also knew of these signals and you absolutely deny all responsibility for the death of your father, was it not he, perhaps, who knocked the signal agreed upon, induced your father to open to him, and then ... committed the crime?", "pos": 1175128}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’ve caught the fox again, you’ve got the beast by the tail. Ha ha! I see through you, Mr. Prosecutor. You thought, of course, that I should jump at that, catch at your prompting, and shout with all my might, ‘Aie! it’s Smerdyakov; he’s the murderer.’ Confess that’s what you thought. Confess, and I’ll go on. You’re mistaken. I’m not going to shout ‘It’s Smerdyakov,’", "pos": 1175512}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And you don’t even suspect him?", "pos": 1175994}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why, do you suspect him?", "pos": 1176028}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is suspected, too.", "pos": 1176055}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Joking apart. Listen. From the very beginning, almost from the moment when I ran out to you from behind the curtain, I’ve had the thought of Smerdyakov in my mind. I’ve been sitting here, shouting that I’m innocent and thinking all the time ‘Smerdyakov!’ I can’t get Smerdyakov out of my head. In fact, I, too, thought of Smerdyakov just now; but only for a second. Almost at once I thought, ‘No, it’s not Smerdyakov.’ It’s not his doing, gentlemen.", "pos": 1176114}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "In that case is there anybody else you suspect?", "pos": 1176593}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I don’t know any one it could be, whether it’s the hand of Heaven or Satan, but ... not Smerdyakov,", "pos": 1176685}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But what makes you affirm so confidently and emphatically that it’s not he?", "pos": 1176819}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "From my conviction—my impression. Because Smerdyakov is a man of the most abject character and a coward. He’s not a coward, he’s the epitome of all the cowardice in the world walking on two legs. He has the heart of a chicken. When he talked to me, he was always trembling for fear I should kill him, though I never raised my hand against him. He fell at my feet and blubbered; he has kissed these very boots, literally, beseeching me ‘not to frighten him.’ Do you hear? ‘Not to frighten him.’ What a thing to say! Why, I offered him money. He’s a puling chicken—sickly, epileptic, weak‐minded—a child of eight could thrash him. He has no character worth talking about. It’s not Smerdyakov, gentlemen. He doesn’t care for money; he wouldn’t take my presents. Besides, what motive had he for murdering the old man? Why, he’s very likely his son, you know—his natural son. Do you know that?", "pos": 1176897}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "We have heard that legend. But you are your father’s son, too, you know; yet you yourself told every one you meant to murder him.", "pos": 1177788}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s a thrust! Oh, gentlemen, isn’t it too base of you to say that to my face? It’s base, because I told you that myself. I not only wanted to murder him, but I might have done it. And, what’s more, I went out of my way to tell you of my own accord that I nearly murdered him. But, you see, I didn’t murder him; you see, my guardian angel saved me—that’s what you’ve not taken into account. And that’s why it’s so base of you. For I didn’t kill him, I didn’t kill him! Do you hear, I did not kill him. And what has he told you, gentlemen—Smerdyakov, I mean? May I ask that question?", "pos": 1177920}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "You may ask any question, any question relating to the facts of the case, and we are, I repeat, bound to answer every inquiry you make. We found the servant Smerdyakov, concerning whom you inquire, lying unconscious in his bed, in an epileptic fit of extreme severity, that had recurred, possibly, ten times. The doctor who was with us told us, after seeing him, that he may possibly not outlive the night.", "pos": 1178676}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, if that’s so, the devil must have killed him,", "pos": 1179132}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "We will come back to this later. Now, wouldn’t you like to continue your statement?", "pos": 1179297}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, I was sitting like this, astride, one leg on one side of the wall and one on the other.", "pos": 1180042}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And the pestle?", "pos": 1180136}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The pestle was in my hand. Not in your pocket? Do you remember that precisely? Was it a violent blow you gave him? It must have been a violent one. But why do you ask?", "pos": 1180154}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Would you mind sitting on the chair just as you sat on the wall then and showing us just how you moved your arm, and in what direction?", "pos": 1180328}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’re making fun of me, aren’t you? This was how I struck him! That’s how I knocked him down! What more do you want?", "pos": 1180466}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Thank you. May I trouble you now to explain why you jumped down, with what object, and what you had in view?", "pos": 1180734}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, hang it!... I jumped down to look at the man I’d hurt ... I don’t know what for!", "pos": 1180845}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Though you were so excited and were running away?", "pos": 1180932}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, though I was excited and running away.", "pos": 1180984}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "You wanted to help him?", "pos": 1181030}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Help!... Yes, perhaps I did want to help him.... I don’t remember.", "pos": 1181056}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "You don’t remember? Then you didn’t quite know what you were doing?", "pos": 1181125}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Not at all. I remember everything—every detail. I jumped down to look at him, and wiped his face with my handkerchief.", "pos": 1181195}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "We have seen your handkerchief. Did you hope to restore him to consciousness?", "pos": 1181316}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I don’t know whether I hoped it. I simply wanted to make sure whether he was alive or not.", "pos": 1181396}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Ah! You wanted to be sure? Well, what then?", "pos": 1181489}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’m not a doctor. I couldn’t decide. I ran away thinking I’d killed him. And now he’s recovered.", "pos": 1181535}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Excellent. Thank you. That’s all I wanted. Kindly proceed.", "pos": 1181634}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’ve come to grief, old man—there’s no help for it. Well, there you must lie.", "pos": 1181911}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "How came you to run to the servant, Fedosya Markovna, with your hands so covered with blood, and, as it appears, your face, too?", "pos": 1182548}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why, I didn’t notice the blood at all at the time,", "pos": 1182679}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "That’s quite likely. It does happen sometimes.", "pos": 1182748}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I simply didn’t notice. You’re quite right there, prosecutor. Well, I made up my mind to kill myself. What had I left to live for? That question stared me in the face. Her first rightful lover had come back, the man who wronged her but who’d hurried back to offer his love, after five years, and atone for the wrong with marriage.... So I knew it was all over for me.... And behind me disgrace, and that blood—Grigory’s.... What had I to live for? So I went to redeem the pistols I had pledged, to load them and put a bullet in my brain to‐morrow. And a grand feast the night before? Yes, a grand feast the night before. Damn it all, gentlemen! Do make haste and finish it. I meant to shoot myself not far from here, beyond the village, and I’d planned to do it at five o’clock in the morning. And I had a note in my pocket already. I wrote it at Perhotin’s when I loaded my pistols. Here’s the letter. Read it! It’s not for you I tell it. What suspicion? Suspicion or not, I should have galloped here just the same, and shot myself at five o’clock, and you wouldn’t have been in time to do anything. If it hadn’t been for what’s happened to my father, you would have known nothing about it, and wouldn’t have come here. Oh, it’s the devil’s doing. It was the devil murdered father, it was through the devil that you found it out so soon. How did you manage to get here so quick? It’s marvelous, a dream!", "pos": 1182857}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Mr. Perhotin informed us that when you came to him, you held in your hands ... your blood‐stained hands ... your money ... a lot of money ... a bundle of hundred‐rouble notes, and that his servant‐boy saw it too.", "pos": 1184998}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s true, gentlemen. I remember it was so.", "pos": 1185213}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Now, there’s one little point presents itself. Can you inform us,", "pos": 1185261}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Where were you able to procure such a sum all at once, when by your own confession, at five o’clock the same day you—", "pos": 1185845}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I was in want of ten roubles and pledged my pistols with Perhotin, and then went to Madame Hohlakov to borrow three thousand which she wouldn’t give me, and so on, and all the rest of it. Yes, gentlemen, I was in want of it, and suddenly thousands turned up, eh? Do you know, gentlemen, you’re both afraid now ‘what if he won’t tell us where he got it?’ That’s just how it is. I’m not going to tell you, gentlemen. You’ve guessed right. You’ll never know,", "pos": 1185965}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You must understand, Mr. Karamazov, that it is of vital importance for us to know,", "pos": 1186559}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I understand; but still I won’t tell you. And so on, gentlemen, and so on. Enough! I’ve heard that rigmarole before. I can see for myself how important it is, and that this is the vital point, and still I won’t say.", "pos": 1186691}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "What is it to us? It’s not our business, but yours. You are doing yourself harm,", "pos": 1187208}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You see, gentlemen, joking apart I had an inkling from the first that we should come to loggerheads at this point. But at first when I began to give my evidence, it was all still far away and misty; it was all floating, and I was so simple that I began with the supposition of mutual confidence existing between us. Now I can see for myself that such confidence is out of the question, for in any case we were bound to come to this cursed stumbling‐ block. And now we’ve come to it! It’s impossible and there’s an end of it! But I don’t blame you. You can’t believe it all simply on my word. I understand that, of course.", "pos": 1187332}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Couldn’t you, without abandoning your resolution to be silent about the chief point, could you not, at the same time, give us some slight hint as to the nature of the motives which are strong enough to induce you to refuse to answer, at a crisis so full of danger to you?", "pos": 1188044}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’m much more good‐natured than you think, gentlemen. I’ll tell you the reason why and give you that hint, though you don’t deserve it. I won’t speak of that, gentlemen, because it would be a stain on my honor. The answer to the question where I got the money would expose me to far greater disgrace than the murder and robbing of my father, if I had murdered and robbed him. That’s why I can’t tell you. I can’t for fear of disgrace. What, gentlemen, are you going to write that down?", "pos": 1188360}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Yes, we’ll write it down,", "pos": 1188848}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You ought not to write that down about ‘disgrace.’ I only told you that in the goodness of my heart. I needn’t have told you. I made you a present of it, so to speak, and you pounce upon it at once. Oh, well, write—write what you like. I’m not afraid of you and I can still hold up my head before you.", "pos": 1188905}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "And can’t you tell us the nature of that disgrace?", "pos": 1189248}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, no, c’est fini, don’t trouble yourselves. It’s not worth while soiling one’s hands. I have soiled myself enough through you as it is. You’re not worth it—no one is ... Enough, gentlemen. I’m not going on.", "pos": 1189363}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Can you not, at least, tell us what sum you had in your hands when you went into Mr. Perhotin’s—how many roubles exactly?", "pos": 1189726}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I can’t tell you that.", "pos": 1189850}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You spoke to Mr. Perhotin, I believe, of having received three thousand from Madame Hohlakov.", "pos": 1189875}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Perhaps I did. Enough, gentlemen. I won’t say how much I had.", "pos": 1189971}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Will you be so good then as to tell us how you came here and what you have done since you arrived?", "pos": 1190035}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh! you might ask the people here about that. But I’ll tell you if you like.", "pos": 1190136}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "We shall verify all that. We will come back to it during the examination of the witnesses, which will, of course, take place in your presence. And now allow me to request you to lay on the table everything in your possession, especially all the money you still have about you.", "pos": 1190629}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "My money, gentlemen? Certainly. I understand that that is necessary. I’m surprised, indeed, that you haven’t inquired about it before. It’s true I couldn’t get away anywhere. I’m sitting here where I can be seen. But here’s my money—count it—take it. That’s all, I think.", "pos": 1190951}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And is that all?", "pos": 1191451}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You stated just now in your evidence that you spent three hundred roubles at Plotnikovs’. You gave Perhotin ten, your driver twenty, here you lost two hundred, then....", "pos": 1191509}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I suppose so,", "pos": 1191940}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How is it they all assert there was much more?", "pos": 1191971}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Let them assert it.", "pos": 1192020}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But you asserted it yourself.", "pos": 1192042}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, I did, too.", "pos": 1192074}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We will compare all this with the evidence of other persons not yet examined. Don’t be anxious about your money. It will be properly taken care of and be at your disposal at the conclusion of ... what is beginning ... if it appears, or, so to speak, is proved that you have undisputed right to it. Well, and now....", "pos": 1192093}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "of your clothes and everything else....", "pos": 1192551}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "By all means, gentlemen. I’ll turn out all my pockets, if you like.", "pos": 1192593}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It will be necessary to take off your clothes, too.", "pos": 1192715}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What! Undress? Ugh! Damn it! Won’t you search me as I am! Can’t you?", "pos": 1192769}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s utterly impossible, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. You must take off your clothes.", "pos": 1192840}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "As you like, only, please, not here, but behind the curtains. Who will search them?", "pos": 1192920}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Behind the curtains, of course.", "pos": 1193034}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Well, must I take off my shirt, too?", "pos": 1193875}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I ask you for the second time—need I take off my shirt or not?", "pos": 1194250}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Don’t trouble yourself. We will tell you what to do,", "pos": 1194358}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "excuse me, what’s that, blood?", "pos": 1196004}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 1196037}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "That is, what blood? ... and why is the cuff turned in?", "pos": 1196062}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You must take off your shirt, too. That’s very important as material evidence. What, am I to stay naked?", "pos": 1196273}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Don’t disturb yourself. We will arrange something. And meanwhile take off your socks.", "pos": 1196434}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’re not joking? Is that really necessary?", "pos": 1196522}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "We are in no mood for joking,", "pos": 1196591}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, if I must—", "pos": 1196662}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Would you like to look anywhere else if you’re not ashamed to?", "pos": 1197725}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, there’s no need to, at present.", "pos": 1197790}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, am I to stay naked like this?", "pos": 1197828}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, that can’t be helped for the time.... Kindly sit down here for a while. You can wrap yourself in a quilt from the bed, and I ... I’ll see to all this.", "pos": 1197885}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Here are clothes for you. Mr. Kalganov has kindly provided these for this unusual emergency, as well as a clean shirt. Luckily he had them all in his trunk. You can keep your own socks and underclothes.", "pos": 1198928}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I won’t have other people’s clothes! give me my own!", "pos": 1199238}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s impossible!", "pos": 1199318}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Give me my own. Damn Kalganov and his clothes, too!", "pos": 1199337}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Confound his sorrow! Well, where now? Am I to go on sitting here? Well, what now? Are you going to flog me? That’s all that’s left for you. He looked too closely at my socks, and turned them inside out on purpose to show every one how dirty they were—the scoundrel!", "pos": 1200628}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Well, now we must proceed to the examination of witnesses,", "pos": 1201532}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 1201664}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "We’ve done what we could in your interest, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, but having received from you such an uncompromising refusal to explain to us the source from which you obtained the money found upon you, we are, at the present moment—", "pos": 1201740}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What is the stone in your ring?", "pos": 1202007}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Ring?", "pos": 1202192}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, that one ... on your middle finger, with the little veins in it, what stone is that?", "pos": 1202245}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "That’s a smoky topaz. Would you like to look at it? I’ll take it off ...", "pos": 1202376}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, don’t take it off. Don’t take it off ... there’s no need.... Damn it!... Gentlemen, you’ve sullied my heart! Can you suppose that I would conceal it from you, if I had really killed my father, that I would shuffle, lie, and hide myself? No, that’s not like Dmitri Karamazov, that he couldn’t do, and if I were guilty, I swear I shouldn’t have waited for your coming, or for the sunrise as I meant at first, but should have killed myself before this, without waiting for the dawn! I know that about myself now. I couldn’t have learnt so much in twenty years as I’ve found out in this accursed night!... And should I have been like this on this night, and at this moment, sitting with you, could I have talked like this, could I have moved like this, could I have looked at you and at the world like this, if I had really been the murderer of my father, when the very thought of having accidentally killed Grigory gave me no peace all night—not from fear—oh, not simply from fear of your punishment! The disgrace of it! And you expect me to be open with such scoffers as you, who see nothing and believe in nothing, blind moles and scoffers, and to tell you another nasty thing I’ve done, another disgrace, even if that would save me from your accusation! No, better Siberia! The man who opened the door to my father and went in at that door, he killed him, he robbed him. Who was he? I’m racking my brains and can’t think who. But I can tell you it was not Dmitri Karamazov, and that’s all I can tell you, and that’s enough, enough, leave me alone.... Exile me, punish me, but don’t bother me any more. I’ll say no more. Call your witnesses!", "pos": 1202489}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Oh, about the open door of which you spoke just now, we may as well inform you, by the way, now, of a very interesting piece of evidence of the greatest importance both to you and to us, that has been given us by Grigory, the old man you wounded. On his recovery, he clearly and emphatically stated, in reply to our questions, that when, on coming out to the steps, and hearing a noise in the garden, he made up his mind to go into it through the little gate which stood open, before he noticed you running, as you have told us already, in the dark from the open window where you saw your father, he, Grigory, glanced to the left, and, while noticing the open window, observed at the same time, much nearer to him, the door, standing wide open—that door which you have stated to have been shut the whole time you were in the garden. I will not conceal from you that Grigory himself confidently affirms and bears witness that you must have run from that door, though, of course, he did not see you do so with his own eyes, since he only noticed you first some distance away in the garden, running towards the fence.", "pos": 1204481}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Nonsense! it’s a barefaced lie. He couldn’t have seen the door open because it was shut. He’s lying!", "pos": 1205662}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "I consider it my duty to repeat that he is firm in his statement. He does not waver. He adheres to it. We’ve cross‐examined him several times.", "pos": 1205798}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Precisely. I have cross‐examined him several times,", "pos": 1205943}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s false, false! It’s either an attempt to slander me, or the hallucination of a madman. He’s simply raving, from loss of blood, from the wound. He must have fancied it when he came to.... He’s raving.", "pos": 1206036}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Yes, but he noticed the open door, not when he came to after his injuries, but before that, as soon as he went into the garden from the lodge.", "pos": 1206265}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But it’s false, it’s false! It can’t be so! He’s slandering me from spite.... He couldn’t have seen it ... I didn’t come from the door,", "pos": 1206410}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Confront him with it.", "pos": 1206638}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Do you recognize this object?", "pos": 1206662}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It ... it must be that envelope of my father’s, the envelope that contained the three thousand roubles ... and if there’s inscribed on it, allow me, ‘For my little chicken’ ... yes—three thousand! do you see, three thousand, do you see?", "pos": 1206901}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Of course, we see. But we didn’t find the money in it. It was empty, and lying on the floor by the bed, behind the screen.", "pos": 1207154}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen, it’s Smerdyakov! It’s he who’s murdered him! He’s robbed him! No one else knew where the old man hid the envelope. It’s Smerdyakov, that’s clear, now!", "pos": 1207333}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "But you, too, knew of the envelope and that it was under the pillow.", "pos": 1207545}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I never knew it. I’ve never seen it. This is the first time I’ve looked at it. I’d only heard of it from Smerdyakov.... He was the only one who knew where the old man kept it hidden, I didn’t know ...", "pos": 1207616}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "But you told us yourself that the envelope was under your deceased father’s pillow. You especially stated that it was under the pillow, so you must have known it.", "pos": 1207852}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "We’ve got it written down,", "pos": 1208017}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Nonsense! It’s absurd! I’d no idea it was under the pillow. And perhaps it wasn’t under the pillow at all.... It was just a chance guess that it was under the pillow. What does Smerdyakov say? Have you asked him where it was? What does Smerdyakov say? that’s the chief point.... And I went out of my way to tell lies against myself.... I told you without thinking that it was under the pillow, and now you— Oh, you know how one says the wrong thing, without meaning it. No one knew but Smerdyakov, only Smerdyakov, and no one else.... He didn’t even tell me where it was! But it’s his doing, his doing; there’s no doubt about it, he murdered him, that’s as clear as daylight now. You must understand that, and arrest him at once.... He must have killed him while I was running away and while Grigory was unconscious, that’s clear now.... He gave the signal and father opened to him ... for no one but he knew the signal, and without the signal father would never have opened the door....", "pos": 1208078}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "But you’re again forgetting the circumstance, that there was no need to give the signal if the door already stood open when you were there, while you were in the garden....", "pos": 1209196}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The door, the door. Yes, the door!... It’s a nightmare! God is against me!", "pos": 1209469}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Come, you see, and you can judge for yourself, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. On the one hand we have the evidence of the open door from which you ran out, a fact which overwhelms you and us. On the other side your incomprehensible, persistent, and, so to speak, obdurate silence with regard to the source from which you obtained the money which was so suddenly seen in your hands, when only three hours earlier, on your own showing, you pledged your pistols for the sake of ten roubles! In view of all these facts, judge for yourself. What are we to believe, and what can we depend upon? And don’t accuse us of being ‘frigid, cynical, scoffing people,’ who are incapable of believing in the generous impulses of your heart.... Try to enter into our position ...", "pos": 1209720}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Very well! I will tell you my secret. I’ll tell you where I got the money!... I’ll reveal my shame, that I may not have to blame myself or you hereafter.", "pos": 1210564}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "And believe me, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, that every sincere and complete confession on your part at this moment may, later on, have an immense influence in your favor, and may, indeed, moreover—", "pos": 1210745}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen. I want to make a full confession: that money was my own.", "pos": 1211194}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "How do you mean? when at five o’clock on the same day, from your own confession—", "pos": 1211376}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Damn five o’clock on the same day and my own confession! That’s nothing to do with it now! That money was my own, my own, that is, stolen by me ... not mine, I mean, but stolen by me, and it was fifteen hundred roubles, and I had it on me all the time, all the time ...", "pos": 1211492}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "But where did you get it?", "pos": 1211764}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I took it off my neck, gentlemen, off this very neck ... it was here, round my neck, sewn up in a rag, and I’d had it round my neck a long time, it’s a month since I put it round my neck ... to my shame and disgrace!", "pos": 1211792}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "And from whom did you ... appropriate it?", "pos": 1212011}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You mean, ‘steal it’? Speak out plainly now. Yes, I consider that I practically stole it, but, if you prefer, I ‘appropriated it.’ I consider I stole it. And last night I stole it finally.", "pos": 1212055}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Last night? But you said that it’s a month since you ... obtained it?...", "pos": 1212246}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes. But not from my father. Not from my father, don’t be uneasy. I didn’t steal it from my father, but from her. Let me tell you without interrupting. It’s hard to do, you know. You see, a month ago, I was sent for by Katerina Ivanovna, formerly my betrothed. Do you know her?", "pos": 1212321}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Yes, of course.", "pos": 1212601}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I know you know her. She’s a noble creature, noblest of the noble. But she has hated me ever so long, oh, ever so long ... and hated me with good reason, good reason!", "pos": 1212619}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Katerina Ivanovna!", "pos": 1212788}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, don’t take her name in vain! I’m a scoundrel to bring her into it. Yes, I’ve seen that she hated me ... a long while.... From the very first, even that evening at my lodging ... but enough, enough. You’re unworthy even to know of that. No need of that at all.... I need only tell you that she sent for me a month ago, gave me three thousand roubles to send off to her sister and another relation in Moscow (as though she couldn’t have sent it off herself!) and I ... it was just at that fatal moment in my life when I ... well, in fact, when I’d just come to love another, her, she’s sitting down below now, Grushenka. I carried her off here to Mokroe then, and wasted here in two days half that damned three thousand, but the other half I kept on me. Well, I’ve kept that other half, that fifteen hundred, like a locket round my neck, but yesterday I undid it, and spent it. What’s left of it, eight hundred roubles, is in your hands now, Nikolay Parfenovitch. That’s the change out of the fifteen hundred I had yesterday.", "pos": 1212882}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Excuse me. How’s that? Why, when you were here a month ago you spent three thousand, not fifteen hundred, everybody knows that.", "pos": 1213912}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Who knows it? Who counted the money? Did I let any one count it?", "pos": 1214042}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Why, you told every one yourself that you’d spent exactly three thousand.", "pos": 1214109}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s true, I did. I told the whole town so, and the whole town said so. And here, at Mokroe, too, every one reckoned it was three thousand. Yet I didn’t spend three thousand, but fifteen hundred. And the other fifteen hundred I sewed into a little bag. That’s how it was, gentlemen. That’s where I got that money yesterday....", "pos": 1214185}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "This is almost miraculous,", "pos": 1214514}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Allow me to inquire, have you informed any one whatever of this circumstance before, I mean that you had fifteen hundred left about you a month ago?", "pos": 1214574}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I told no one.", "pos": 1214760}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "That’s strange. Do you mean absolutely no one?", "pos": 1214777}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Absolutely no one. No one and nobody.", "pos": 1214826}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "What was your reason for this reticence? What was your motive for making such a secret of it? To be more precise: You have told us at last your secret, in your words, so ‘disgraceful,’ though in reality—that is, of course, comparatively speaking—this action, that is, the appropriation of three thousand roubles belonging to some one else, and, of course, only for a time is, in my view at least, only an act of the greatest recklessness and not so disgraceful, when one takes into consideration your character.... Even admitting that it was an action in the highest degree discreditable, still, discreditable is not ‘disgraceful.’... Many people have already guessed, during this last month, about the three thousand of Katerina Ivanovna’s, that you have spent, and I heard the legend myself, apart from your confession.... Mihail Makarovitch, for instance, had heard it, too, so that indeed, it was scarcely a legend, but the gossip of the whole town. There are indications, too, if I am not mistaken, that you confessed this yourself to some one, I mean that the money was Katerina Ivanovna’s, and so, it’s extremely surprising to me that hitherto, that is, up to the present moment, you have made such an extraordinary secret of the fifteen hundred you say you put by, apparently connecting a feeling of positive horror with that secret.... It’s not easy to believe that it could cost you such distress to confess such a secret.... You cried out, just now, that Siberia would be better than confessing it ...", "pos": 1214866}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s not the fifteen hundred that’s the disgrace, but that I put it apart from the rest of the three thousand,", "pos": 1216589}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Why? What is there disgraceful, to your thinking, in your having set aside half of the three thousand you had discreditably, if you prefer, ‘disgracefully,’ appropriated? Your taking the three thousand is more important than what you did with it. And by the way, why did you do that—why did you set apart that half, for what purpose, for what object did you do it? Can you explain that to us?", "pos": 1216721}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, gentlemen, the purpose is the whole point! I put it aside because I was vile, that is, because I was calculating, and to be calculating in such a case is vile ... and that vileness has been going on a whole month.", "pos": 1217151}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "It’s incomprehensible.", "pos": 1217386}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I wonder at you. But I’ll make it clearer. Perhaps it really is incomprehensible. You see, attend to what I say. I appropriate three thousand entrusted to my honor, I spend it on a spree, say I spend it all, and next morning I go to her and say, ‘Katya, I’ve done wrong, I’ve squandered your three thousand,’ well, is that right? No, it’s not right—it’s dishonest and cowardly, I’m a beast, with no more self‐control than a beast, that’s so, isn’t it? But still I’m not a thief? Not a downright thief, you’ll admit! I squandered it, but I didn’t steal it. Now a second, rather more favorable alternative: follow me carefully, or I may get confused again—my head’s going round—and so, for the second alternative: I spend here only fifteen hundred out of the three thousand, that is, only half. Next day I go and take that half to her: ‘Katya, take this fifteen hundred from me, I’m a low beast, and an untrustworthy scoundrel, for I’ve wasted half the money, and I shall waste this, too, so keep me from temptation!’ Well, what of that alternative? I should be a beast and a scoundrel, and whatever you like; but not a thief, not altogether a thief, or I should not have brought back what was left, but have kept that, too. She would see at once that since I brought back half, I should pay back what I’d spent, that I should never give up trying to, that I should work to get it and pay it back. So in that case I should be a scoundrel, but not a thief, you may say what you like, not a thief!", "pos": 1217411}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "I admit that there is a certain distinction. But it’s strange that you see such a vital difference.", "pos": 1218907}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, I see a vital difference! Every man may be a scoundrel, and perhaps every man is a scoundrel, but not every one can be a thief, it takes an arch‐scoundrel to be that. Oh, of course, I don’t know how to make these fine distinctions ... but a thief is lower than a scoundrel, that’s my conviction. Listen, I carry the money about me a whole month, I may make up my mind to give it back to‐morrow, and I’m a scoundrel no longer, but I cannot make up my mind, you see, though I’m making up my mind every day, and every day spurring myself on to do it, and yet for a whole month I can’t bring myself to it, you see. Is that right to your thinking, is that right?", "pos": 1219050}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Certainly, that’s not right, that I can quite understand, and that I don’t dispute,", "pos": 1219715}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And let us give up all discussion of these subtleties and distinctions, and, if you will be so kind, get back to the point. And the point is, that you have still not told us, altogether we’ve asked you, why, in the first place, you halved the money, squandering one half and hiding the other? For what purpose exactly did you hide it, what did you mean to do with that fifteen hundred? I insist upon that question, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 1219839}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, of course!", "pos": 1220277}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "forgive me, I’m worrying you, and am not explaining the chief point, or you’d understand in a minute, for it’s just the motive of it that’s the disgrace! You see, it was all to do with the old man, my dead father. He was always pestering Agrafena Alexandrovna, and I was jealous; I thought then that she was hesitating between me and him. So I kept thinking every day, suppose she were to make up her mind all of a sudden, suppose she were to leave off tormenting me, and were suddenly to say to me, ‘I love you, not him; take me to the other end of the world.’ And I’d only forty copecks; how could I take her away, what could I do? Why, I’d be lost. You see, I didn’t know her then, I didn’t understand her, I thought she wanted money, and that she wouldn’t forgive my poverty. And so I fiendishly counted out the half of that three thousand, sewed it up, calculating on it, sewed it up before I was drunk, and after I had sewn it up, I went off to get drunk on the rest. Yes, that was base. Do you understand now?", "pos": 1220342}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I should have called it sensible and moral on your part not to have squandered it all,", "pos": 1221393}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "for after all what does it amount to?", "pos": 1221513}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, that I stole it, that’s what it amounts to! Oh, God, you horrify me by not understanding! Every day that I had that fifteen hundred sewn up round my neck, every day and every hour I said to myself, ‘You’re a thief! you’re a thief!’ Yes, that’s why I’ve been so savage all this month, that’s why I fought in the tavern, that’s why I attacked my father, it was because I felt I was a thief. I couldn’t make up my mind, I didn’t dare even to tell Alyosha, my brother, about that fifteen hundred: I felt I was such a scoundrel and such a pickpocket. But, do you know, while I carried it I said to myself at the same time every hour: ‘No, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, you may yet not be a thief.’ Why? Because I might go next day and pay back that fifteen hundred to Katya. And only yesterday I made up my mind to tear my amulet off my neck, on my way from Fenya’s to Perhotin. I hadn’t been able till that moment to bring myself to it. And it was only when I tore it off that I became a downright thief, a thief and a dishonest man for the rest of my life. Why? Because, with that I destroyed, too, my dream of going to Katya and saying, ‘I’m a scoundrel, but not a thief!’ Do you understand now? Do you understand?", "pos": 1221553}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What was it made you decide to do it yesterday?", "pos": 1222764}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why? It’s absurd to ask. Because I had condemned myself to die at five o’clock this morning, here, at dawn. I thought it made no difference whether I died a thief or a man of honor. But I see it’s not so, it turns out that it does make a difference. Believe me, gentlemen, what has tortured me most during this night has not been the thought that I’d killed the old servant, and that I was in danger of Siberia just when my love was being rewarded, and Heaven was open to me again. Oh, that did torture me, but not in the same way: not so much as the damned consciousness that I had torn that damned money off my breast at last and spent it, and had become a downright thief! Oh, gentlemen, I tell you again, with a bleeding heart, I have learnt a great deal this night. I have learnt that it’s not only impossible to live a scoundrel, but impossible to die a scoundrel.... No, gentlemen, one must die honest....", "pos": 1222848}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am beginning to understand you, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 1223863}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But all this, if you’ll excuse my saying so, is a matter of nerves, in my opinion ... your overwrought nerves, that’s what it is. And why, for instance, should you not have saved yourself such misery for almost a month, by going and returning that fifteen hundred to the lady who had entrusted it to you? And why could you not have explained things to her, and in view of your position, which you describe as being so awful, why could you not have had recourse to the plan which would so naturally have occurred to one’s mind, that is, after honorably confessing your errors to her, why could you not have asked her to lend you the sum needed for your expenses, which, with her generous heart, she would certainly not have refused you in your distress, especially if it had been with some guarantee, or even on the security you offered to the merchant Samsonov, and to Madame Hohlakov? I suppose you still regard that security as of value?", "pos": 1223989}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Surely you don’t think me such an out and out scoundrel as that? You can’t be speaking in earnest?", "pos": 1224957}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I assure you I’m in earnest.... Why do you imagine I’m not serious?", "pos": 1225170}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, how base that would have been! Gentlemen, do you know, you are torturing me! Let me tell you everything, so be it. I’ll confess all my infernal wickedness, but to put you to shame, and you’ll be surprised yourselves at the depth of ignominy to which a medley of human passions can sink. You must know that I already had that plan myself, that plan you spoke of, just now, prosecutor! Yes, gentlemen, I, too, have had that thought in my mind all this current month, so that I was on the point of deciding to go to Katya—I was mean enough for that. But to go to her, to tell her of my treachery, and for that very treachery, to carry it out, for the expenses of that treachery, to beg for money from her, Katya (to beg, do you hear, to beg), and go straight from her to run away with the other, the rival, who hated and insulted her—to think of it! You must be mad, prosecutor!", "pos": 1225286}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Mad I am not, but I did speak in haste, without thinking ... of that feminine jealousy ... if there could be jealousy in this case, as you assert ... yes, perhaps there is something of the kind,", "pos": 1226168}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But that would have been so infamous!", "pos": 1226395}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That would have been filthy beyond everything! Yes, do you know that she might have given me that money, yes, and she would have given it, too; she’d have been certain to give it, to be revenged on me, she’d have given it to satisfy her vengeance, to show her contempt for me, for hers is an infernal nature, too, and she’s a woman of great wrath. I’d have taken the money, too, oh, I should have taken it; I should have taken it, and then, for the rest of my life ... oh, God! Forgive me, gentlemen, I’m making such an outcry because I’ve had that thought in my mind so lately, only the day before yesterday, that night when I was having all that bother with Lyagavy, and afterwards yesterday, all day yesterday, I remember, till that happened ...", "pos": 1226486}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Till what happened?", "pos": 1227237}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I have made you an awful confession,", "pos": 1227329}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You must appreciate it, and what’s more, you must respect it, for if not, if that leaves your souls untouched, then you’ve simply no respect for me, gentlemen, I tell you that, and I shall die of shame at having confessed it to men like you! Oh, I shall shoot myself! Yes, I see, I see already that you don’t believe me. What, you want to write that down, too?", "pos": 1227403}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, what you said just now,", "pos": 1227786}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that is, that up to the last hour you were still contemplating going to Katerina Ivanovna to beg that sum from her.... I assure you, that’s a very important piece of evidence for us, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, I mean for the whole case ... and particularly for you, particularly important for you.", "pos": 1227872}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Have mercy, gentlemen!", "pos": 1228166}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don’t write that, anyway; have some shame. Here I’ve torn my heart asunder before you, and you seize the opportunity and are fingering the wounds in both halves.... Oh, my God!", "pos": 1228217}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don’t worry yourself so, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 1228437}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "everything that is written down will be read over to you afterwards, and what you don’t agree to we’ll alter as you like. But now I’ll ask you one little question for the second time. Has no one, absolutely no one, heard from you of that money you sewed up? That, I must tell you, is almost impossible to believe.", "pos": 1228510}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No one, no one, I told you so before, or you’ve not understood anything! Let me alone!", "pos": 1228826}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Very well, this matter is bound to be explained, and there’s plenty of time for it, but meantime, consider; we have perhaps a dozen witnesses that you yourself spread it abroad, and even shouted almost everywhere about the three thousand you’d spent here; three thousand, not fifteen hundred. And now, too, when you got hold of the money you had yesterday, you gave many people to understand that you had brought three thousand with you.", "pos": 1228915}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You’ve got not dozens, but hundreds of witnesses, two hundred witnesses, two hundred have heard it, thousands have heard it!", "pos": 1229355}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, you see, all bear witness to it. And the word all means something.", "pos": 1229495}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It means nothing. I talked rot, and every one began repeating it.", "pos": 1229570}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But what need had you to ‘talk rot,’ as you call it?", "pos": 1229638}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The devil knows. From bravado perhaps ... at having wasted so much money.... To try and forget that money I had sewn up, perhaps ... yes, that was why ... damn it ... how often will you ask me that question? Well, I told a fib, and that was the end of it, once I’d said it, I didn’t care to correct it. What does a man tell lies for sometimes?", "pos": 1229693}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That’s very difficult to decide, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, what makes a man tell lies,", "pos": 1230039}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Tell me, though, was that ‘amulet,’ as you call it, on your neck, a big thing?", "pos": 1230161}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, not big.", "pos": 1230242}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How big, for instance?", "pos": 1230257}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "If you fold a hundred‐rouble note in half, that would be the size.", "pos": 1230282}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You’d better show us the remains of it. You must have them somewhere.", "pos": 1230351}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Damnation, what nonsense! I don’t know where they are.", "pos": 1230423}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But excuse me: where and when did you take it off your neck? According to your own evidence you didn’t go home.", "pos": 1230480}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "When I was going from Fenya’s to Perhotin’s, on the way I tore it off my neck and took out the money.", "pos": 1230594}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In the dark?", "pos": 1230698}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What should I want a light for? I did it with my fingers in one minute.", "pos": 1230713}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Without scissors, in the street?", "pos": 1230787}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In the market‐place I think it was. Why scissors? It was an old rag. It was torn in a minute.", "pos": 1230822}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Where did you put it afterwards?", "pos": 1230918}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I dropped it there.", "pos": 1230953}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Where was it, exactly?", "pos": 1230975}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In the market‐place, in the market‐place! The devil knows whereabouts. What do you want to know for?", "pos": 1231000}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That’s extremely important, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. It would be material evidence in your favor. How is it you don’t understand that? Who helped you to sew it up a month ago?", "pos": 1231103}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No one helped me. I did it myself.", "pos": 1231277}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Can you sew?", "pos": 1231314}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "A soldier has to know how to sew. No knowledge was needed to do that.", "pos": 1231329}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Where did you get the material, that is, the rag in which you sewed the money?", "pos": 1231401}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Are you laughing at me?", "pos": 1231482}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not at all. And we are in no mood for laughing, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 1231508}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I don’t know where I got the rag from—somewhere, I suppose.", "pos": 1231579}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I should have thought you couldn’t have forgotten it?", "pos": 1231641}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Upon my word, I don’t remember. I might have torn a bit off my linen.", "pos": 1231697}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That’s very interesting. We might find in your lodgings to‐morrow the shirt or whatever it is from which you tore the rag. What sort of rag was it, cloth or linen?", "pos": 1231769}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Goodness only knows what it was. Wait a bit.... I believe I didn’t tear it off anything. It was a bit of calico.... I believe I sewed it up in a cap of my landlady’s.", "pos": 1231935}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In your landlady’s cap?", "pos": 1232104}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes. I took it from her.", "pos": 1232130}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How did you get it?", "pos": 1232157}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You see, I remember once taking a cap for a rag, perhaps to wipe my pen on. I took it without asking, because it was a worthless rag. I tore it up, and I took the notes and sewed them up in it. I believe it was in that very rag I sewed them. An old piece of calico, washed a thousand times.", "pos": 1232179}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And you remember that for certain now?", "pos": 1232472}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I don’t know whether for certain. I think it was in the cap. But, hang it, what does it matter?", "pos": 1232513}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In that case your landlady will remember that the thing was lost?", "pos": 1232611}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, she won’t, she didn’t miss it. It was an old rag, I tell you, an old rag not worth a farthing.", "pos": 1232679}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And where did you get the needle and thread?", "pos": 1232780}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I’ll stop now. I won’t say any more. Enough of it!", "pos": 1232827}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s strange that you should have so completely forgotten where you threw the pieces in the market‐place.", "pos": 1232919}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Give orders for the market‐place to be swept to‐morrow, and perhaps you’ll find it,", "pos": 1233027}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Enough, gentlemen, enough!", "pos": 1233135}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I see you don’t believe me! Not for a moment! It’s my fault, not yours. I ought not to have been so ready. Why, why did I degrade myself by confessing my secret to you? It’s a joke to you. I see that from your eyes. You led me on to it, prosecutor? Sing a hymn of triumph if you can.... Damn you, you torturers!", "pos": 1233199}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "May I look out of the window?", "pos": 1234319}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, as much as you like,", "pos": 1234392}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gentlemen,", "pos": 1234957}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I see that I am lost! But she? Tell me about her, I beseech you. Surely she need not be ruined with me? She’s innocent, you know, she was out of her mind when she cried last night ‘It’s all my fault!’ She’s done nothing, nothing! I’ve been grieving over her all night as I sat with you.... Can’t you, won’t you tell me what you are going to do with her now?", "pos": 1234980}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You can set your mind quite at rest on that score, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 1235340}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We have, so far, no grounds for interfering with the lady in whom you are so interested. I trust that it may be the same in the later development of the case.... On the contrary, we’ll do everything that lies in our power in that matter. Set your mind completely at rest.", "pos": 1235470}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gentlemen, I thank you. I knew that you were honest, straight‐forward people in spite of everything. You’ve taken a load off my heart.... Well, what are we to do now? I’m ready.", "pos": 1235744}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, we ought to make haste. We must pass to examining the witnesses without delay. That must be done in your presence and therefore—", "pos": 1235924}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Shouldn’t we have some tea first?", "pos": 1236061}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "A little more and I shall begin raving,", "pos": 1236925}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "What a lot of money he flung away on the gypsy girls alone! He wasted a thousand, I daresay, on them alone.", "pos": 1238595}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I don’t know I don’t believe I gave them five hundred. It’s a pity I didn’t count the money at the time, but I was drunk.... Oh, say what you like. It makes no difference now.", "pos": 1238705}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "More than a thousand went on them, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. You flung it about at random and they picked it up. They were a rascally, thievish lot, horse‐stealers, they’ve been driven away from here, or maybe they’d bear witness themselves how much they got from you. I saw the sum in your hands, myself—count it I didn’t, you didn’t let me, that’s true enough—but by the look of it I should say it was far more than fifteen hundred ... fifteen hundred, indeed! We’ve seen money too. We can judge of amounts....", "pos": 1239051}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Come now, is that so, Trifon Borissovitch? Surely I didn’t declare so positively that I’d brought three thousand?", "pos": 1239750}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "You did say so, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. You said it before Andrey. Andrey himself is still here. Send for him. And in the hall, when you were treating the chorus, you shouted straight out that you would leave your sixth thousand here—that is with what you spent before, we must understand. Stepan and Semyon heard it, and Pyotr Fomitch Kalganov, too, was standing beside you at the time. Maybe he’d remember it....", "pos": 1239883}
{"speaker": "Andrey", "text": "Where,’ says he, ‘am I, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, going, to heaven or to hell, and shall I be forgiven in the next world or not?", "pos": 1240846}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "he knew nothing about it and didn’t want to. didn’t know He affirmed that the Poles had cheated at cards. He spoke of Agrafena Alexandrovna with reserve and respect, as though she had been a lady of the best society, and did not once allow himself to call her Grushenka.", "pos": 1241427}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "He’s a scoundrel! A scoundrel! You can put that down. And put down, too, that, in spite of the protocol I still declare that he’s a scoundrel!", "pos": 1243838}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I had not said that I would be sure to pay him the remainder next day in the town.", "pos": 1244727}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "And you imagine he would have accepted such a deed as a substitute for two thousand three hundred roubles in cash?", "pos": 1246181}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "He certainly would have accepted it. Why, look here, he might have grabbed not two thousand, but four or six, for it. He would have put his lawyers, Poles and Jews, on to the job, and might have got, not three thousand, but the whole property out of the old man.", "pos": 1246298}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "ten roubles in my poverty, there was twenty thousand.", "pos": 1247564}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Have you ever seen so much as twenty thousand before, then?", "pos": 1247940}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "To be sure I have, not twenty, but seven, when my wife mortgaged my little property. She’d only let me look at it from a distance, boasting of it to me. It was a very thick bundle, all rainbow‐colored notes. And Dmitri Fyodorovitch’s were all rainbow‐colored....", "pos": 1248047}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "He was an acquaintance. He came to see me as an acquaintance during the last month. at times in my nasty spite. I had no thoughts for either of them all this last month. I was expecting another man who had wronged me. But I think, that there’s no need for you to inquire about that, nor for me to answer you, for that’s my own affair.", "pos": 1250060}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Did he tell you that alone, or before some one else, or did you only hear him speak of it to others in your presence? Did he say it to you alone once, or several times? And did you never, once, hear that the money spent a month ago was not three thousand, but less, and that Dmitri Fyodorovitch had saved half that sum for his own use?", "pos": 1251304}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "No, I never heard that. He was always expecting to get some from his father,", "pos": 1252115}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Did he never say before you ... casually, or in a moment of irritation, that he intended to make an attempt on his father’s life?", "pos": 1252346}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Ach, he did say so,", "pos": 1252518}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Once or several times?", "pos": 1252558}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "He mentioned it several times, always in anger.", "pos": 1252583}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "And did you believe he would do it?", "pos": 1252633}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "No, I never believed it. I had faith in his noble heart.", "pos": 1252671}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen, allow me, allow me to say one word to Agrafena Alexandrovna, in your presence.", "pos": 1252753}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "You can speak,", "pos": 1252869}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Agrafena Alexandrovna! have faith in God and in me. I am not guilty of my father’s murder!", "pos": 1252917}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Thanks be to Thee, O Lord. As he has spoken now, believe it! I know him. He’ll say anything as a joke or from obstinacy, but he’ll never deceive you against his conscience. He’s telling the whole truth, you may believe it.", "pos": 1253168}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Thanks, Agrafena Alexandrovna, you’ve given me fresh courage,", "pos": 1253505}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I do not know what sum it was, but had heard him tell several people that he had three thousand with him. stolen he meant the money spent a month ago, and that that was how she understood him. I thank you sincerely. I’m going with this old gentleman, I am driving him back to town with me, and meanwhile, if you’ll allow me, I’ll wait below to hear what you decide about Dmitri Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 1253667}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Why are they crying? Why are they crying?", "pos": 1256353}
{"speaker": "the driver", "text": "It’s the babe, the babe weeping.", "pos": 1256435}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But why is it weeping? why are its little arms bare? Why don’t they wrap it up?", "pos": 1256639}
{"speaker": "the driver", "text": "The babe’s cold, its little clothes are frozen and don’t warm it.", "pos": 1256749}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But why is it? Why?", "pos": 1256817}
{"speaker": "the driver", "text": "Why, they’re poor people, burnt out. They’ve no bread. They’re begging because they’ve been burnt out.", "pos": 1256870}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, no. Tell me why it is those poor mothers stand there? Why are people poor? Why is the babe poor? Why is the steppe barren? Why don’t they hug each other and kiss? Why don’t they sing songs of joy? Why are they so dark from black misery? Why don’t they feed the babe?", "pos": 1256975}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "And I’m coming with you. I won’t leave you now for the rest of my life, I’m coming with you,", "pos": 1257867}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What! Where? Who put that pillow under my head? Who was so kind? I’ve had a good dream, gentlemen,", "pos": 1258224}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, gentlemen, I don’t blame you. I’m ready.... I understand that there’s nothing else for you to do. Stay. Gentlemen, we’re all cruel, we’re all monsters, we all make men weep, and mothers, and babes at the breast, but of all, let it be settled here, now, of all I am the lowest reptile! I’ve sworn to amend, and every day I’ve done the same filthy things. I understand now that such men as I need a blow, a blow of destiny to catch them as with a noose, and bind them by a force from without. Never, never should I have risen of myself! But the thunderbolt has fallen. I accept the torture of accusation, and my public shame, I want to suffer and by suffering I shall be purified. Perhaps I shall be purified, gentlemen? But listen, for the last time, I am not guilty of my father’s blood. I accept my punishment, not because I killed him, but because I meant to kill him, and perhaps I really might have killed him. Still I mean to fight it out with you. I warn you of that. I’ll fight it out with you to the end, and then God will decide. Good‐by, gentlemen, don’t be vexed with me for having shouted at you during the examination. Oh, I was still such a fool then.... In another minute I shall be a prisoner, but now, for the last time, as a free man, Dmitri Karamazov offers you his hand. Saying good‐by to you, I say it to all men.", "pos": 1260520}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "The preliminary inquiry is not yet over. We will continue it in the town, and I, for my part, of course, am ready to wish you all success ... in your defense.... As a matter of fact, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, I’ve always been disposed to regard you as, so to speak, more unfortunate than guilty. All of us here, if I may make bold to speak for all, we are all ready to recognize that you are, at bottom, a young man of honor, but, alas, one who has been carried away by certain passions to a somewhat excessive degree....", "pos": 1262411}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Gentlemen, you are good, you are humane, may I see her to say ‘good‐by’ for the last time?", "pos": 1263353}
{"speaker": "Nikolay Parfenovitch", "text": "Certainly, but considering ... in fact, now it’s impossible except in the presence of—", "pos": 1263459}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, well, if it must be so, it must!", "pos": 1263548}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I have told you I am yours, and I will be yours. I will follow you for ever, wherever they may send you. Farewell; you are guiltless, though you’ve been your own undoing.", "pos": 1263744}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Forgive me, Grusha, for my love, for ruining you, too, with my love.", "pos": 1263964}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Forgive me at parting, good people!", "pos": 1264777}
{"speaker": "two or three voices", "text": "Forgive us too!", "pos": 1264853}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Good‐by to you, too, Trifon Borissovitch!", "pos": 1264901}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "You see what our peasants are, Mavriky Mavrikyevitch. They’ve no shame! Akim gave you twenty‐five copecks the day before yesterday. You’ve drunk it all and now you cry out. I’m simply surprised at your good‐nature, with our low peasants, Mavriky Mavrikyevitch, that’s all I can say.", "pos": 1265455}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But what do we want a second cart for? Let’s start with the one, Mavriky Mavrikyevitch. I won’t be unruly, I won’t run away from you, old fellow. What do we want an escort for?", "pos": 1265773}
{"speaker": "Mavriky Mavrikyevitch", "text": "I’ll trouble you, sir, to learn how to speak to me if you’ve never been taught. I’m not ‘old fellow’ to you, and you can keep your advice for another time!", "pos": 1265968}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Good‐by, Trifon Borissovitch!", "pos": 1266716}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "Good‐by, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, good‐by!", "pos": 1267027}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Good‐by, dear fellow! I shan’t forget your generosity,", "pos": 1267257}
{"speaker": "Kalganov", "text": "What are these people? What can men be after this? Is it worth it? Is it worth it?", "pos": 1267690}
{"speaker": "the boys", "text": "Run, run away from the rails,", "pos": 1274531}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Who founded Troy?", "pos": 1276896}
{"speaker": "Nastya", "text": "I shall never, never believe, that the old women find babies among the cabbages in the kitchen‐garden. It’s winter now and there are no cabbages, and so the old woman couldn’t have taken Katerina a daughter. Or perhaps they do bring babies from somewhere, but only to those who are married.", "pos": 1286268}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "Nastya, how silly you are! How can Katerina have a baby when she isn’t married?", "pos": 1286669}
{"speaker": "Nastya", "text": "You know nothing about it. Perhaps she has a husband, only he is in prison, so now she’s got a baby.", "pos": 1286813}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "But is her husband in prison?", "pos": 1286941}
{"speaker": "Nastya", "text": "Or, I tell you what. She hasn’t a husband, you are right there, but she wants to be married, and so she’s been thinking of getting married, and thinking and thinking of it till now she’s got it, that is, not a husband but a baby.", "pos": 1287017}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "Well, perhaps so. But you didn’t say so before. So how could I tell?", "pos": 1287341}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Come, kiddies. You’re terrible people, I see.", "pos": 1287450}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "And Perezvon with you!", "pos": 1287536}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I am in a difficulty, kids, and you must help me. Agafya must have broken her leg, since she has not turned up till now, that’s certain. I must go out. Will you let me go? You won’t be naughty while I am gone? You won’t climb on the cupboard and break your legs? You won’t be frightened alone and cry? And I could show you something as a reward, a little copper cannon which can be fired with real gunpowder.", "pos": 1287630}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "Show us the cannon,", "pos": 1288334}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Ah, you are bound to ask that! Look, it’s on wheels. And it can be fired off, too. It can be loaded with shot and fired off.", "pos": 1288489}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And it could kill any one?", "pos": 1288656}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "It can kill any one; you’ve only got to aim at anybody,", "pos": 1288685}
{"speaker": "Nastya", "text": "And have you got any powder?", "pos": 1289039}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1289087}
{"speaker": "Nastya", "text": "Show us the powder, too,", "pos": 1289094}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "One has to be careful there’s no fire about, or it would blow up and kill us all,", "pos": 1289388}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "And does the shot burn?", "pos": 1289643}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, it doesn’t.", "pos": 1289682}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "Give me a little shot,", "pos": 1289700}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I’ll give you a little shot; here, take it, but don’t show it to your mother till I come back, or she’ll be sure to think it’s gunpowder, and will die of fright and give you a thrashing.", "pos": 1289757}
{"speaker": "Nastya", "text": "Mother never does whip us,", "pos": 1289946}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I know, I only said it to finish the sentence. And don’t you ever deceive your mother except just this once, until I come back. And so, kiddies, can I go out? You won’t be frightened and cry when I’m gone?", "pos": 1289999}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "We sha—all cry,", "pos": 1290207}
{"speaker": "Nastya", "text": "We shall cry, we shall be sure to cry,", "pos": 1290272}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, children, children, how fraught with peril are your years! There’s no help for it, chickens, I shall have to stay with you I don’t know how long. And time is passing, time is passing, oogh!", "pos": 1290348}
{"speaker": "Kostya", "text": "Tell Perezvon to pretend to be dead!", "pos": 1290544}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "There’s no help for it, we must have recourse to Perezvon. Ici, Perezvon.", "pos": 1290598}
{"speaker": "Agafya", "text": "Only think, a dog!", "pos": 1291597}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Why are you late, female?", "pos": 1291649}
{"speaker": "Agafya", "text": "Female, indeed! Go on with you, you brat.", "pos": 1291703}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Brat?", "pos": 1291747}
{"speaker": "Agafya", "text": "Yes, a brat. What is it to you if I’m late; if I’m late, you may be sure I have good reason,", "pos": 1291755}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Listen, you frivolous young woman, can you swear by all you hold sacred in the world and something else besides, that you will watch vigilantly over the kids in my absence? I am going out.", "pos": 1292038}
{"speaker": "Agafya", "text": "And what am I going to swear for? I shall look after them without that.", "pos": 1292275}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, you must swear on your eternal salvation. Else I shan’t go.", "pos": 1292367}
{"speaker": "Agafya", "text": "Well, don’t then. What does it matter to me? It’s cold out; stay at home.", "pos": 1292433}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Kids, this woman will stay with you till I come back or till your mother comes, for she ought to have been back long ago. She will give you some lunch, too. You’ll give them something, Agafya, won’t you?", "pos": 1292509}
{"speaker": "Agafya", "text": "That I can do.", "pos": 1292747}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Good‐by, chickens, I go with my heart at rest. And you, granny. I hope you’ll spare their tender years and not tell them any of your old woman’s nonsense about Katerina. Ici, Perezvon!", "pos": 1292764}
{"speaker": "Agafya", "text": "Get along with you! Ridiculous boy! You want a whipping for saying such things, that’s what you want!", "pos": 1293009}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "I’ve been waiting for you for the last hour, Krassotkin,", "pos": 1294217}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I am late. I was detained by circumstances. You won’t be thrashed for coming with me?", "pos": 1294344}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Come, I say, I’m never thrashed! And you’ve got Perezvon with you?", "pos": 1294455}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1294524}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "You’re taking him, too?", "pos": 1294531}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1294557}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Ah! if it were only Zhutchka!", "pos": 1294564}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "That’s impossible. Zhutchka’s non‐existent. Zhutchka is lost in the mists of obscurity.", "pos": 1294596}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Ah! couldn’t we do this? You see Ilusha says that Zhutchka was a shaggy, grayish, smoky‐looking dog like Perezvon. Couldn’t you tell him this is Zhutchka, and he might believe you?", "pos": 1294686}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Boy, shun a lie, that’s one thing; even with a good object—that’s another. Above all, I hope you’ve not told them anything about my coming.", "pos": 1294900}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Heaven forbid! I know what I am about. But you won’t comfort him with Perezvon. You know his father, the captain, ‘the wisp of tow,’ told us that he was going to bring him a real mastiff pup, with a black nose, to‐day. He thinks that would comfort Ilusha; but I doubt it.", "pos": 1295042}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "And how is Ilusha?", "pos": 1295344}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Ah, he is bad, very bad! I believe he’s in consumption: he is quite conscious, but his breathing! His breathing’s gone wrong. The other day he asked to have his boots on to be led round the room. He tried to walk, but he couldn’t stand. ‘Ah, I told you before, father,’ he said, ‘that those boots were no good. I could never walk properly in them.’ He fancied it was his boots that made him stagger, but it was simply weakness, really. He won’t live another week. Herzenstube is looking after him. Now they are rich again—they’ve got heaps of money.", "pos": 1295365}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "They are rogues.", "pos": 1295917}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Who are rogues?", "pos": 1295936}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Doctors and the whole crew of quacks collectively, and also, of course, individually. I don’t believe in medicine. It’s a useless institution. I mean to go into all that. But what’s that sentimentality you’ve got up there? The whole class seems to be there every day.", "pos": 1295954}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Not the whole class: it’s only ten of our fellows who go to see him every day. There’s nothing in that.", "pos": 1296224}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "What I don’t understand in all this is the part that Alexey Karamazov is taking in it. His brother’s going to be tried to‐morrow or next day for such a crime, and yet he has so much time to spend on sentimentality with boys.", "pos": 1296330}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "There’s no sentimentality about it. You are going yourself now to make it up with Ilusha.", "pos": 1296557}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Make it up with him? What an absurd expression! But I allow no one to analyze my actions.", "pos": 1296649}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "And how pleased Ilusha will be to see you! He has no idea that you are coming. Why was it, why was it you wouldn’t come all this time?", "pos": 1296741}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "My dear boy, that’s my business, not yours. I am going of myself because I choose to, but you’ve all been hauled there by Alexey Karamazov—there’s a difference, you know. And how do you know? I may not be going to make it up at all. It’s a stupid expression.", "pos": 1296911}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "It’s not Karamazov at all; it’s not his doing. Our fellows began going there of themselves. Of course, they went with Karamazov at first. And there’s been nothing of that sort—no silliness. First one went, and then another. His father was awfully pleased to see us. You know he will simply go out of his mind if Ilusha dies. He sees that Ilusha’s dying. And he seems so glad we’ve made it up with Ilusha. Ilusha asked after you, that was all. He just asks and says no more. His father will go out of his mind or hang himself. He behaved like a madman before. You know he is a very decent man. We made a mistake then. It’s all the fault of that murderer who beat him then.", "pos": 1297172}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Karamazov’s a riddle to me all the same. I might have made his acquaintance long ago, but I like to have a proper pride in some cases. Besides, I have a theory about him which I must work out and verify.", "pos": 1297846}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I like to watch such realistic scenes, Smurov. Have you noticed how dogs sniff at one another when they meet? It seems to be a law of their nature.", "pos": 1298929}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Yes; it’s a funny habit.", "pos": 1299102}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, it’s not funny; you are wrong there. There’s nothing funny in nature, however funny it may seem to man with his prejudices. If dogs could reason and criticize us they’d be sure to find just as much that would be funny to them, if not far more, in the social relations of men, their masters—far more, indeed. I repeat that, because I am convinced that there is far more foolishness among us. That’s Rakitin’s idea—a remarkable idea. I am a Socialist, Smurov.", "pos": 1299129}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "And what is a Socialist?", "pos": 1299593}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "That’s when all are equal and all have property in common, there are no marriages, and every one has any religion and laws he likes best, and all the rest of it. You are not old enough to understand that yet. It’s cold, though.", "pos": 1299634}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Yes, twelve degrees of frost. Father looked at the thermometer just now.", "pos": 1299864}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Have you noticed, Smurov, that in the middle of winter we don’t feel so cold even when there are fifteen or eighteen degrees of frost as we do now, in the beginning of winter, when there is a sudden frost of twelve degrees, especially when there is not much snow. It’s because people are not used to it. Everything is habit with men, everything even in their social and political relations. Habit is the great motive‐power. What a funny‐looking peasant! That peasant’s beard’s frozen,", "pos": 1299939}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Lots of people’s beards are frozen,", "pos": 1300732}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Don’t provoke him,", "pos": 1300817}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "It’s all right; he won’t be cross; he’s a nice fellow. Good‐by, Matvey.", "pos": 1300855}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Good‐by.", "pos": 1300929}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Is your name Matvey?", "pos": 1300940}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Yes. Didn’t you know?", "pos": 1300963}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, I didn’t. It was a guess.", "pos": 1300987}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "You don’t say so! You are a schoolboy, I suppose?", "pos": 1301019}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1301071}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "You get whipped, I expect?", "pos": 1301078}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Nothing to speak of—sometimes.", "pos": 1301107}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Does it hurt?", "pos": 1301140}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Well, yes, it does.", "pos": 1301156}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Ech, what a life!", "pos": 1301178}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Good‐by, Matvey.", "pos": 1301254}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Good‐by. You are a nice chap, that you are.", "pos": 1301273}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "That was a nice peasant. I like talking to the peasants, and am always glad to do them justice.", "pos": 1301337}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Why did you tell a lie, pretending we are thrashed?", "pos": 1301463}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I had to say that to please him.", "pos": 1301531}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "How do you mean?", "pos": 1301566}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "You know, Smurov, I don’t like being asked the same thing twice. I like people to understand at the first word. Some things can’t be explained. According to a peasant’s notions, schoolboys are whipped, and must be whipped. What would a schoolboy be if he were not whipped? And if I were to tell him we are not, he’d be disappointed. But you don’t understand that. One has to know how to talk to the peasants.", "pos": 1301585}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Only don’t tease them, please, or you’ll get into another scrape as you did about that goose.", "pos": 1301996}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "So you’re afraid?", "pos": 1302092}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Don’t laugh, Kolya. Of course I’m afraid. My father would be awfully cross. I am strictly forbidden to go out with you.", "pos": 1302112}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Don’t be uneasy, nothing will happen this time. Hallo, Natasha!", "pos": 1302234}
{"speaker": "Marya", "text": "Call me Natasha! What next! My name is Marya,", "pos": 1302351}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I am so glad it’s Marya. Good‐by!", "pos": 1302444}
{"speaker": "Marya", "text": "Ah, you young rascal! A brat like you to carry on so!", "pos": 1302480}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I’m in a hurry. I can’t stay now. You shall tell me next Sunday.", "pos": 1302536}
{"speaker": "Marya", "text": "I’ve nothing to tell you next Sunday. You set upon me, you impudent young monkey. I didn’t say anything. You want a whipping, that’s what you want, you saucy jackanapes!", "pos": 1302679}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I know you!", "pos": 1303280}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I know you!", "pos": 1303312}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Do you?", "pos": 1303496}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I know you! I know you!", "pos": 1303530}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "So much the better for you. Well, it’s time I was going. Good‐by!", "pos": 1303586}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You are at your saucy pranks again?", "pos": 1303654}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You are at your saucy pranks again? I know, you are at it again!", "pos": 1303707}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "It’s not your business, brother, if I am at my saucy pranks again,", "pos": 1303774}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not my business?", "pos": 1303888}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No; it’s not your business.", "pos": 1303907}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Whose then? Whose then? Whose then?", "pos": 1303937}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "It’s Trifon Nikititch’s business, not yours.", "pos": 1303975}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What Trifon Nikititch?", "pos": 1304022}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Have you been to the Church of the Ascension?", "pos": 1304160}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What Church of Ascension? What for? No, I haven’t,", "pos": 1304252}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Do you know Sabaneyev?", "pos": 1304347}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What Sabaneyev? No, I don’t know him.", "pos": 1304433}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Well then you can go to the devil,", "pos": 1304473}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Stop, heigh! What Sabaneyev?", "pos": 1304705}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What did he say?", "pos": 1304822}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You can never tell what he’s after,", "pos": 1304910}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What Sabaneyev is it he’s talking about?", "pos": 1304966}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It must be a Sabaneyev who worked for the Kuzmitchovs, that’s who it must be,", "pos": 1305078}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "For the Kuzmitchovs?", "pos": 1305222}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But his name wasn’t Trifon. His name’s Kuzma, not Trifon; but the boy said Trifon Nikititch, so it can’t be the same.", "pos": 1305248}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "His name is not Trifon and not Sabaneyev, it’s Tchizhov. Alexey Ivanitch is his name. Tchizhov, Alexey Ivanitch.", "pos": 1305389}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Alexey Ivanitch is his name. Tchizhov, Alexey Ivanitch.", "pos": 1305528}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not a doubt about it, it’s Tchizhov,", "pos": 1305586}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But what did he ask for, what did he ask for, good people?", "pos": 1305726}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "‘Do you know Sabaneyev?’ says he. And who the devil’s to know who is Sabaneyev?", "pos": 1305821}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You’re a senseless fellow. I tell you it’s not Sabaneyev, but Tchizhov, Alexey Ivanitch Tchizhov, that’s who it is!", "pos": 1305902}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What Tchizhov? Who is he? Tell me, if you know.", "pos": 1306066}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That tall, sniveling fellow who used to sit in the market in the summer.", "pos": 1306116}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And what’s your Tchizhov to do with me, good people, eh?", "pos": 1306191}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "How can I tell what he’s to do with you?", "pos": 1306250}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You ought to know yourself what you want with him, if you make such a clamor about him. He spoke to you, he did not speak to us, you stupid. Don’t you really know him?", "pos": 1306309}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Know whom?", "pos": 1306479}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Tchizhov.", "pos": 1306492}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The devil take Tchizhov and you with him. I’ll give him a hiding, that I will. He was laughing at me!", "pos": 1306504}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Will give Tchizhov a hiding! More likely he will give you one. You are a fool, that’s what you are!", "pos": 1306608}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not Tchizhov, not Tchizhov, you spiteful, mischievous woman. I’ll give the boy a hiding. Catch him, catch him, he was laughing at me!", "pos": 1306710}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "What Sabaneyev did you mean?", "pos": 1307118}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "How do I know? Now there’ll be a hubbub among them all day. I like to stir up fools in every class of society. There’s another blockhead, that peasant there. You know, they say ‘there’s no one stupider than a stupid Frenchman,’ but a stupid Russian shows it in his face just as much. Can’t you see it all over his face that he is a fool, that peasant, eh?", "pos": 1307202}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Let him alone, Kolya. Let’s go on.", "pos": 1307560}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Nothing could stop me, now I am once off. Hey, good morning, peasant!", "pos": 1307596}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Good morning, if you are not laughing at me,", "pos": 1307826}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "And if I am?", "pos": 1307904}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Well, a joke’s a joke. Laugh away. I don’t mind. There’s no harm in a joke.", "pos": 1307934}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I beg your pardon, brother, it was a joke.", "pos": 1308012}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Well, God forgive you!", "pos": 1308057}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Do you forgive me, too?", "pos": 1308082}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "I quite forgive you. Go along.", "pos": 1308108}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I say, you seem a clever peasant.", "pos": 1308141}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Cleverer than you,", "pos": 1308177}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I doubt it,", "pos": 1308256}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "It’s true, though.", "pos": 1308304}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Perhaps it is.", "pos": 1308325}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "It is, brother.", "pos": 1308342}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Good-by, peasant!", "pos": 1308360}
{"speaker": "Peasant", "text": "Good-by!", "pos": 1308380}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "One must sniff round a bit first,", "pos": 1308885}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "Why ask him to come out?", "pos": 1308944}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I know why I want to see him out here in the frost,", "pos": 1309098}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Here you are at last! How anxious we’ve been to see you!", "pos": 1312469}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "There were reasons which you shall know directly. Anyway, I am glad to make your acquaintance. I’ve long been hoping for an opportunity, and have heard a great deal about you,", "pos": 1312528}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "We should have met anyway. I’ve heard a great deal about you, too; but you’ve been a long time coming here.", "pos": 1312743}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Tell me, how are things going?", "pos": 1312853}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ilusha is very ill. He is certainly dying.", "pos": 1312886}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "How awful! You must admit that medicine is a fraud, Karamazov,", "pos": 1312931}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ilusha has mentioned you often, very often, even in his sleep, in delirium, you know. One can see that you used to be very, very dear to him ... before the incident ... with the knife.... Then there’s another reason.... Tell me, is that your dog?", "pos": 1313016}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Yes, Perezvon.", "pos": 1313265}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Not Zhutchka?", "pos": 1313282}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I know you would all like it to be Zhutchka. I’ve heard all about it. Listen, Karamazov, I’ll tell you all about it. That’s what I came for; that’s what I asked you to come out here for, to explain the whole episode to you before we go in. You see, Karamazov, Ilusha came into the preparatory class last spring. Well, you know what our preparatory class is—a lot of small boys. They began teasing Ilusha at once. I am two classes higher up, and, of course, I only look on at them from a distance. I saw the boy was weak and small, but he wouldn’t give in to them; he fought with them. I saw he was proud, and his eyes were full of fire. I like children like that. And they teased him all the more. The worst of it was he was horribly dressed at the time, his breeches were too small for him, and there were holes in his boots. They worried him about it; they jeered at him. That I can’t stand. I stood up for him at once, and gave it to them hot. I beat them, but they adore me, do you know, Karamazov? but I am always fond of children. I’ve two chickens in my hands at home now—that’s what detained me to‐day. So they left off beating Ilusha and I took him under my protection. I saw the boy was proud. I tell you that, the boy was proud; but in the end he became slavishly devoted to me: he did my slightest bidding, obeyed me as though I were God, tried to copy me. In the intervals between the classes he used to run to me at once, and I’d go about with him. On Sundays, too. They always laugh when an older boy makes friends with a younger one like that; but that’s a prejudice. If it’s my fancy, that’s enough. I am teaching him, developing him. Why shouldn’t I develop him if I like him? Here you, Karamazov, have taken up with all these nestlings. I see you want to influence the younger generation—to develop them, to be of use to them, and I assure you this trait in your character, which I knew by hearsay, attracted me more than anything. Let us get to the point, though. I noticed that there was a sort of softness and sentimentality coming over the boy, and you know I have a positive hatred of this sheepish sentimentality, and I have had it from a baby. There were contradictions in him, too: he was proud, but he was slavishly devoted to me, and yet all at once his eyes would flash and he’d refuse to agree with me; he’d argue, fly into a rage. I used sometimes to propound certain ideas; I could see that it was not so much that he disagreed with the ideas, but that he was simply rebelling against me, because I was cool in responding to his endearments. And so, in order to train him properly, the tenderer he was, the colder I became. I did it on purpose: that was my idea. My object was to form his character, to lick him into shape, to make a man of him ... and besides ... no doubt, you understand me at a word. Suddenly I noticed for three days in succession he was downcast and dejected, not because of my coldness, but for something else, something more important. I wondered what the tragedy was. I have pumped him and found out that he had somehow got to know Smerdyakov, who was footman to your late father—it was before his death, of course—and he taught the little fool a silly trick—that is, a brutal, nasty trick. He told him to take a piece of bread, to stick a pin in it, and throw it to one of those hungry dogs who snap up anything without biting it, and then to watch and see what would happen. So they prepared a piece of bread like that and threw it to Zhutchka, that shaggy dog there’s been such a fuss about. The people of the house it belonged to never fed it at all, though it barked all day. (Do you like that stupid barking, Karamazov? I can’t stand it.) So it rushed at the bread, swallowed it, and began to squeal; it turned round and round and ran away, squealing as it ran out of sight. That was Ilusha’s own account of it. He confessed it to me, and cried bitterly. He hugged me, shaking all over. He kept on repeating ‘He ran away squealing’: the sight of that haunted him. He was tormented by remorse, I could see that. I took it seriously. I determined to give him a lesson for other things as well. So I must confess I wasn’t quite straightforward, and pretended to be more indignant perhaps than I was. ‘You’ve done a nasty thing,’ I said, ‘you are a scoundrel. I won’t tell of it, of course, but I shall have nothing more to do with you for a time. I’ll think it over and let you know through Smurov’—that’s the boy who’s just come with me; he’s always ready to do anything for me—‘whether I will have anything to do with you in the future or whether I give you up for good as a scoundrel.’ He was tremendously upset. I must own I felt I’d gone too far as I spoke, but there was no help for it. I did what I thought best at the time. A day or two after, I sent Smurov to tell him that I would not speak to him again. That’s what we call it when two schoolfellows refuse to have anything more to do with one another. Secretly I only meant to send him to Coventry for a few days and then, if I saw signs of repentance, to hold out my hand to him again. That was my intention. But what do you think happened? He heard Smurov’s message, his eyes flashed. ‘Tell Krassotkin from me,’ he cried, ‘that I will throw bread with pins to all the dogs—all—all of them!’ ‘So he’s going in for a little temper. We must smoke it out of him.’ And I began to treat him with contempt; whenever I met him I turned away or smiled sarcastically. And just then that affair with his father happened. You remember? You must realize that he was fearfully worked up by what had happened already. The boys, seeing I’d given him up, set on him and taunted him, shouting, ‘Wisp of tow, wisp of tow!’ And he had soon regular skirmishes with them, which I am very sorry for. They seem to have given him one very bad beating. One day he flew at them all as they were coming out of school. I stood a few yards off, looking on. And, I swear, I don’t remember that I laughed; it was quite the other way, I felt awfully sorry for him, in another minute I would have run up to take his part. But he suddenly met my eyes. I don’t know what he fancied; but he pulled out a penknife, rushed at me, and struck at my thigh, here in my right leg. I didn’t move. I don’t mind owning I am plucky sometimes, Karamazov. I simply looked at him contemptuously, as though to say, ‘This is how you repay all my kindness! Do it again, if you like, I’m at your service.’ But he didn’t stab me again; he broke down, he was frightened at what he had done, he threw away the knife, burst out crying, and ran away. I did not sneak on him, of course, and I made them all keep quiet, so it shouldn’t come to the ears of the masters. I didn’t even tell my mother till it had healed up. And the wound was a mere scratch. And then I heard that the same day he’d been throwing stones and had bitten your finger—but you understand now what a state he was in! Well, it can’t be helped: it was stupid of me not to come and forgive him—that is, to make it up with him—when he was taken ill. I am sorry for it now. But I had a special reason. So now I’ve told you all about it ... but I’m afraid it was stupid of me.", "pos": 1313370}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, what a pity, that I didn’t know before what terms you were on with him, or I’d have come to you long ago to beg you to go to him with me. Would you believe it, when he was feverish he talked about you in delirium. I didn’t know how much you were to him! And you’ve really not succeeded in finding that dog? His father and the boys have been hunting all over the town for it. Would you believe it, since he’s been ill, I’ve three times heard him repeat with tears, ‘It’s because I killed Zhutchka, father, that I am ill now. God is punishing me for it.’ He can’t get that idea out of his head. And if the dog were found and proved to be alive, one might almost fancy the joy would cure him. We have all rested our hopes on you.", "pos": 1320664}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Tell me, what made you hope that I should be the one to find him?", "pos": 1321432}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "There was a report that you were looking for the dog, and that you would bring it when you’d found it. Smurov said something of the sort. We’ve all been trying to persuade Ilusha that the dog is alive, that it’s been seen. The boys brought him a live hare; he just looked at it, with a faint smile, and asked them to set it free in the fields. And so we did. His father has just this moment come back, bringing him a mastiff pup, hoping to comfort him with that; but I think it only makes it worse.", "pos": 1321588}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Tell me, Karamazov, what sort of man is the father? I know him, but what do you make of him—a mountebank, a buffoon?", "pos": 1322089}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, no; there are people of deep feeling who have been somehow crushed. Buffoonery in them is a form of resentful irony against those to whom they daren’t speak the truth, from having been for years humiliated and intimidated by them. Believe me, Krassotkin, that sort of buffoonery is sometimes tragic in the extreme. His whole life now is centered in Ilusha, and if Ilusha dies, he will either go mad with grief or kill himself. I feel almost certain of that when I look at him now.", "pos": 1322208}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I understand you, Karamazov. I see you understand human nature,", "pos": 1322695}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And as soon as I saw you with a dog, I thought it was Zhutchka you were bringing.", "pos": 1322788}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Wait a bit, Karamazov, perhaps we shall find it yet; but this is Perezvon. I’ll let him go in now and perhaps it will amuse Ilusha more than the mastiff pup. Wait a bit, Karamazov, you will know something in a minute. But, I say, I am keeping you here! You’ve no overcoat on in this bitter cold. You see what an egoist I am. Oh, we are all egoists, Karamazov!", "pos": 1322872}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Don’t trouble; it is cold, but I don’t often catch cold. Let us go in, though, and, by the way, what is your name? I know you are called Kolya, but what else?", "pos": 1323258}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Nikolay—Nikolay Ivanovitch Krassotkin, or, as they say in official documents, ‘Krassotkin son.’", "pos": 1323419}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why so?", "pos": 1323605}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "It’s so trivial, so ordinary.", "pos": 1323615}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You are thirteen?", "pos": 1323647}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, fourteen—that is, I shall be fourteen very soon, in a fortnight. I’ll confess one weakness of mine, Karamazov, just to you, since it’s our first meeting, so that you may understand my character at once. I hate being asked my age, more than that ... and in fact ... there’s a libelous story going about me, that last week I played robbers with the preparatory boys. It’s a fact that I did play with them, but it’s a perfect libel to say I did it for my own amusement. I have reasons for believing that you’ve heard the story; but I wasn’t playing for my own amusement, it was for the sake of the children, because they couldn’t think of anything to do by themselves. But they’ve always got some silly tale. This is an awful town for gossip, I can tell you.", "pos": 1323682}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But what if you had been playing for your own amusement, what’s the harm?", "pos": 1324443}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Come, I say, for my own amusement! You don’t play horses, do you?", "pos": 1324519}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But you must look at it like this. Grown‐up people go to the theater and there the adventures of all sorts of heroes are represented—sometimes there are robbers and battles, too—and isn’t that just the same thing, in a different form, of course? And young people’s games of soldiers or robbers in their playtime are also art in its first stage. You know, they spring from the growing artistic instincts of the young. And sometimes these games are much better than performances in the theater, the only difference is that people go there to look at the actors, while in these games the young people are the actors themselves. But that’s only natural.", "pos": 1324587}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "You think so? Is that your idea? Oh, you know, that’s rather an interesting view. When I go home, I’ll think it over. I’ll admit I thought I might learn something from you. I’ve come to learn of you, Karamazov,", "pos": 1325264}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And I of you,", "pos": 1325566}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I’ll show you something directly, Karamazov; it’s a theatrical performance, too. That’s why I’ve come.", "pos": 1325794}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let us go first to the people of the house, on the left. All the boys leave their coats in there, because the room is small and hot.", "pos": 1325930}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, I’m only coming in for a minute. I’ll keep on my overcoat. Perezvon will stay here in the passage and be dead. Ici, Perezvon, lie down and be dead! You see how he’s dead. I’ll go in first and explore, then I’ll whistle to him when I think fit, and you’ll see, he’ll dash in like mad. Only Smurov must not forget to open the door at the moment. I’ll arrange it all and you’ll see something.", "pos": 1326065}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I’m not such an ass as to go hunting about the town for other people’s dogs when I’ve got a dog of my own! And how can you imagine a dog could be alive after swallowing a pin? Sheepish sentimentality, that’s what it is!", "pos": 1328789}
{"speaker": "one of the boys", "text": "Krassotkin!", "pos": 1334446}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "Please come in ... you are welcome! Ilusha, Mr. Krassotkin has come to see you!", "pos": 1334715}
{"speaker": "the deranged lady", "text": "There, you can see at once he is a young man that has been well brought up, but as for our other visitors they come in one on the top of another.", "pos": 1335378}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "How do you mean, mamma, one on the top of another, how is that?", "pos": 1335572}
{"speaker": "Mamma", "text": "That’s how they ride in. They get on each other’s shoulders in the passage and prance in like that on a respectable family. Strange sort of visitors!", "pos": 1335715}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "But who’s come in like that, mamma?", "pos": 1335867}
{"speaker": "Mamma", "text": "Why, that boy came in riding on that one’s back and this one on that one’s.", "pos": 1335905}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Well, old man ... how are you? Never mind! Hallo, so you’ve got a new puppy?", "pos": 1336501}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Ye—es,", "pos": 1337024}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "A black nose, that means he’ll be fierce, a good house‐dog. When it grows up, you’ll have to keep it on the chain, I’m sure.", "pos": 1337088}
{"speaker": "one of the boys", "text": "He’ll be a huge dog!", "pos": 1337477}
{"speaker": "several voices", "text": "Of course he will, a mastiff, large, like this, as big as a calf,", "pos": 1337523}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "As big as a calf, as a real calf. I got one like that on purpose, one of the fiercest breed, and his parents are huge and very fierce, they stand as high as this from the floor.... Sit down here, on Ilusha’s bed, or here on the bench. You are welcome, we’ve been hoping to see you a long time.... You were so kind as to come with Alexey Fyodorovitch?", "pos": 1337623}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No ... I came with Perezvon. I’ve got a dog now, called Perezvon. A Slavonic name. He’s out there ... if I whistle, he’ll run in. I’ve brought a dog, too. Do you remember Zhutchka, old man?", "pos": 1338187}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Where ... is Zhutchka?", "pos": 1338660}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, well, my boy, your Zhutchka’s lost and done for! It must have run away and died somewhere. It must have died after a meal like that. But I’ve got a dog, Perezvon ... A Slavonic name.... I’ve brought him to show you.", "pos": 1338717}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "I don’t want him!", "pos": 1339203}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, no, you really must see him ... it will amuse you. I brought him on purpose.... He’s the same sort of shaggy dog.... You allow me to call in my dog, madam?", "pos": 1339245}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "I don’t want him, I don’t want him!", "pos": 1339491}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "You’d better, you’d better ... another time,", "pos": 1339622}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Open the door. Jump, Perezvon, beg! Beg!", "pos": 1339832}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "It’s ... Zhutchka!", "pos": 1340199}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "And who did you think it was? Look, old man, you see, blind of one eye and the left ear is torn, just the marks you described to me. It was by that I found him. I found him directly. He did not belong to any one! He used to live in the Fedotovs’ back‐yard. Though he made his home there, they did not feed him. He was a stray dog that had run away from the village ... I found him.... You see, old man, he couldn’t have swallowed what you gave him. If he had, he must have died, he must have! So he must have spat it out, since he is alive. You did not see him do it. But the pin pricked his tongue, that is why he squealed. He ran away squealing and you thought he’d swallowed it. He might well squeal, because the skin of dogs’ mouths is so tender ... tenderer than in men, much tenderer!", "pos": 1340283}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Zhutchka! It’s Zhutchka!", "pos": 1341825}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ilusha, this is Zhutchka, your Zhutchka! Mamma, this is Zhutchka!", "pos": 1341882}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "And I never guessed! Bravo, Krassotkin! I said he’d find the dog and here he’s found him.", "pos": 1341972}
{"speaker": "another boy", "text": "Here he’s found him!", "pos": 1342092}
{"speaker": "a third voice", "text": "Krassotkin’s a brick!", "pos": 1342147}
{"speaker": "the other boys", "text": "He’s a brick, he’s a brick!", "pos": 1342192}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Wait, wait. I’ll tell you how it happened, that’s the whole point. I found him, I took him home and hid him at once. I kept him locked up at home and did not show him to any one till to‐day. Only Smurov has known for the last fortnight, but I assured him this dog was called Perezvon and he did not guess. And meanwhile I taught the dog all sorts of tricks. You should only see all the things he can do! I trained him so as to bring you a well‐trained dog, in good condition, old man, so as to be able to say to you, ‘See, old man, what a fine dog your Zhutchka is now!’ Haven’t you a bit of meat? He’ll show you a trick that will make you die with laughing. A piece of meat, haven’t you got any? Dead!", "pos": 1342269}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Is it hot? Dogs don’t like hot things. No, it’s all right. Look, everybody, look, Ilusha, look, old man; why aren’t you looking? He does not look at him, now I’ve brought him. Paid for!", "pos": 1343814}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Can you really have put off coming all this time simply to train the dog?", "pos": 1344552}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Simply for that! I wanted to show him in all his glory.", "pos": 1344698}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Perezvon! Perezvon", "pos": 1344799}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "What is it? Let him jump up on the bed! Ici, Perezvon! Ilusha, I can show you another trick. I’ve brought you a little cannon. You remember, I told you about it before and you said how much you’d like to see it. Well, here, I’ve brought it to you. I’ve been coveting this thing for a long while; it’s for you, old man, it’s for you. It belonged to Morozov, it was no use to him, he had it from his brother. I swopped a book from father’s book‐case for it, A Kinsman of Mahomet or Salutary Folly, a scandalous book published in Moscow a hundred years ago, before they had any censorship. And Morozov has a taste for such things. He was grateful to me, too....", "pos": 1344897}
{"speaker": "Mamma", "text": "Oh, give it to me! No, give me the cannon! Mamma, mamma, the cannon’s yours, of course, but let Ilusha have it, because it’s a present to him, but it’s just as good as yours. Ilusha will always let you play with it; it shall belong to both of you, both of you. No, I don’t want it to belong to both of us, I want it to be mine altogether, not Ilusha’s,", "pos": 1347618}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Take it, mother, here, keep it! Krassotkin, may I give it to my mother?", "pos": 1348188}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Of course you may. And I’ll bring you as much powder as you like, Ilusha. We make the powder ourselves now. Borovikov found out how it’s made—twenty‐four parts of saltpeter, ten of sulphur and six of birchwood charcoal. It’s all pounded together, mixed into a paste with water and rubbed through a tammy sieve—that’s how it’s done.", "pos": 1348416}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Smurov told me about your powder, only father says it’s not real gunpowder,", "pos": 1349229}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Not real?", "pos": 1349325}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "No, I didn’t mean that. I only said that real powder is not made like that, but that’s nothing, it can be made so.", "pos": 1349389}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I don’t know, you know best. We lighted some in a pomatum pot, it burned splendidly, it all burnt away leaving only a tiny ash. But that was only the paste, and if you rub it through ... but of course you know best, I don’t know.... And Bulkin’s father thrashed him on account of our powder, did you hear?", "pos": 1349547}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 1349876}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Ah, we’ve heard of that exploit of yours, too,", "pos": 1350439}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "How could you lie still on the line? Is it possible you weren’t the least afraid, lying there under the train? Weren’t you frightened?", "pos": 1350507}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "N—not particularly. What’s blasted my reputation more than anything here was that cursed goose,", "pos": 1350693}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Ah, I heard about the goose! They told me, but I didn’t understand. Did they really take you to the court?", "pos": 1351002}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "The most stupid, trivial affair, they made a mountain of a molehill as they always do. I was walking through the market‐place here one day, just when they’d driven in the geese. I stopped and looked at them. All at once a fellow, who is an errand‐boy at Plotnikov’s now, looked at me and said, ‘What are you looking at the geese for?’ I looked at him; he was a stupid, moon‐faced fellow of twenty. I am always on the side of the peasantry, you know. I like talking to the peasants.... We’ve dropped behind the peasants—that’s an axiom. I believe you are laughing, Karamazov?", "pos": 1351147}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, Heaven forbid, I am listening,", "pos": 1351750}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "My theory, Karamazov, is clear and simple. I believe in the people and am always glad to give them their due, but I am not for spoiling them, that is a sine qua non ... But I was telling you about the goose. So I turned to the fool and answered, ‘I am wondering what the goose thinks about.’ He looked at me quite stupidly, ‘And what does the goose think about?’ he asked. ‘Do you see that cart full of oats?’ I said. ‘The oats are dropping out of the sack, and the goose has put its neck right under the wheel to gobble them up—do you see?’ ‘I see that quite well,’ he said. ‘Well,’ said I, ‘if that cart were to move on a little, would it break the goose’s neck or not?’ ‘It’d be sure to break it,’ and he grinned all over his face, highly delighted. ‘Come on, then,’ said I, ‘let’s try.’ ‘Let’s,’ he said. And it did not take us long to arrange: he stood at the bridle without being noticed, and I stood on one side to direct the goose. And the owner wasn’t looking, he was talking to some one, so I had nothing to do, the goose thrust its head in after the oats of itself, under the cart, just under the wheel. I winked at the lad, he tugged at the bridle, and crack. The goose’s neck was broken in half. And, as luck would have it, all the peasants saw us at that moment and they kicked up a shindy at once. ‘You did that on purpose!’ ‘No, not on purpose.’ ‘Yes, you did, on purpose!’ Well, they shouted, ‘Take him to the justice of the peace!’ They took me, too. ‘You were there, too,’ they said, ‘you helped, you’re known all over the market!’ And, for some reason, I really am known all over the market,", "pos": 1351881}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "But you took him down about the founders of Troy!", "pos": 1355311}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Did you really take him down? On the question who founded Troy? We heard of it, Ilusha told me about it at the time.", "pos": 1355495}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "He knows everything, father, he knows more than any of us!", "pos": 1355659}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, that’s all nonsense about Troy, a trivial matter. I consider this an unimportant question,", "pos": 1355861}
{"speaker": "Kartashov", "text": "And I know who founded Troy,", "pos": 1356544}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Well, who did found it?", "pos": 1357488}
{"speaker": "Kartashov", "text": "Troy was founded by Teucer, Dardanus, Ilius and Tros,", "pos": 1357729}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "In what sense did they found it? And what is meant by founding a city or a state? What do they do? Did they go and each lay a brick, do you suppose? Before you talk of a historical event like the foundation of a nationality, you must first understand what you mean by it. But I attach no consequence to these old wives’ tales and I don’t think much of universal history in general,", "pos": 1358102}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Universal history?", "pos": 1358762}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Yes, universal history! It’s the study of the successive follies of mankind and nothing more. The only subjects I respect are mathematics and natural science. The classical languages, too ... they are simply madness, nothing more. You seem to disagree with me again, Karamazov?", "pos": 1358828}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t agree,", "pos": 1359435}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "The study of the classics, if you ask my opinion, is simply a police measure, that’s simply why it has been introduced into our schools. Latin and Greek were introduced because they are a bore and because they stupefy the intellect. It was dull before, so what could they do to make things duller? It was senseless enough before, so what could they do to make it more senseless? So they thought of Greek and Latin. That’s my opinion, I hope I shall never change it,", "pos": 1359486}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "That’s true,", "pos": 1360054}
{"speaker": "one of the group of boys", "text": "And yet he is first in Latin himself,", "pos": 1360157}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Yes, father, he says that and yet he is first in Latin,", "pos": 1360238}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "What of it? What of it? I am fagging away at Latin because I have to, because I promised my mother to pass my examination, and I think that whatever you do, it’s worth doing it well. But in my soul I have a profound contempt for the classics and all that fraud.... You don’t agree, Karamazov?", "pos": 1360311}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why ‘fraud’?", "pos": 1360674}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Well, all the classical authors have been translated into all languages, so it was not for the sake of studying the classics they introduced Latin, but solely as a police measure, to stupefy the intelligence. So what can one call it but a fraud?", "pos": 1360711}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why, who taught you all this?", "pos": 1360959}
{"speaker": "Nina", "text": "The doctor has come!", "pos": 1361236}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I won’t go away, I won’t go away. I’ll wait in the passage and come back when the doctor’s gone, I’ll come back with Perezvon.", "pos": 1361799}
{"speaker": "Doctor", "text": "How is this? Where am I? Sne‐gi‐ryov? Mr. Snegiryov—is that you? Where is the patient?", "pos": 1362204}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "What do you think the doctor will say to him? What a repulsive mug, though, hasn’t he? I can’t endure medicine!", "pos": 1362949}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ilusha is dying. I think that’s certain,", "pos": 1363086}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "They are rogues! Medicine’s a fraud! I am glad to have made your acquaintance, though, Karamazov. I wanted to know you for a long time. I am only sorry we meet in such sad circumstances. I’ve long learned to respect you as a rare person. I have heard you are a mystic and have been in the monastery. I know you are a mystic, but ... that hasn’t put me off. Contact with real life will cure you.... It’s always so with characters like yours.", "pos": 1363159}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you mean by mystic? Cure me of what?", "pos": 1363813}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, God and all the rest of it.", "pos": 1363891}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What, don’t you believe in God?", "pos": 1363925}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, I’ve nothing against God. Of course, God is only a hypothesis, but ... I admit that He is needed ... for the order of the universe and all that ... and that if there were no God He would have to be invented. I haven’t the slightest desire to show off my knowledge to him. I must confess I can’t endure entering on such discussions. It’s possible for one who doesn’t believe in God to love mankind, don’t you think so? Voltaire didn’t believe in God and loved mankind?", "pos": 1363959}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Voltaire believed in God, though not very much, I think, and I don’t think he loved mankind very much either. Have you read Voltaire?", "pos": 1364738}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, not to say read.... But I’ve read Candide in the Russian translation ... in an absurd, grotesque, old translation ... (At it again! again!)", "pos": 1365179}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And did you understand it?", "pos": 1365325}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, yes, everything.... That is ... Why do you suppose I shouldn’t understand it? There’s a lot of nastiness in it, of course.... Of course I can understand that it’s a philosophical novel and written to advocate an idea.... I am a Socialist, Karamazov, I am an incurable Socialist,", "pos": 1365354}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "A Socialist? But when have you had time to become one? Why, I thought you were only thirteen?", "pos": 1365716}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "In the first place I am not thirteen, but fourteen, fourteen in a fortnight, and in the second place I am at a complete loss to understand what my age has to do with it? The question is what are my convictions, not what is my age, isn’t it?", "pos": 1365845}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "When you are older, you’ll understand for yourself the influence of age on convictions. I fancied, too, that you were not expressing your own ideas,", "pos": 1366110}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Come, you want obedience and mysticism. You must admit that the Christian religion, for instance, has only been of use to the rich and the powerful to keep the lower classes in slavery. That’s so, isn’t it?", "pos": 1366334}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, I know where you read that, and I am sure some one told you so!", "pos": 1366543}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I say, what makes you think I read it? And certainly no one told me so. I can think for myself.... I am not opposed to Christ, if you like. He was a most humane person, and if He were alive to‐day, He would be found in the ranks of the revolutionists, and would perhaps play a conspicuous part.... There’s no doubt about that.", "pos": 1366628}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, where, where did you get that from? What fool have you made friends with?", "pos": 1366957}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Come, the truth will out! It has so chanced that I have often talked to Mr. Rakitin, of course, but ... old Byelinsky said that, too, so they say.", "pos": 1367056}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Byelinsky? I don’t remember. He hasn’t written that anywhere.", "pos": 1367205}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "If he didn’t write it, they say he said it. I heard that from a ... but never mind.", "pos": 1367269}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And have you read Byelinsky?", "pos": 1367355}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Well, no ... I haven’t read all of him, but ... I read the passage about Tatyana, why she didn’t go off with Onyegin.", "pos": 1367386}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Didn’t go off with Onyegin? Surely you don’t ... understand that already?", "pos": 1367506}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Why, you seem to take me for little Smurov. But please don’t suppose I am such a revolutionist. I often disagree with Mr. Rakitin. Though I mention Tatyana, I am not at all for the emancipation of women. I acknowledge that women are a subject race and must obey. Les femmes tricottent, as Napoleon said. And on that question at least I am quite of one mind with that pseudo‐great man. I think, too, that to leave one’s own country and fly to America is mean, worse than mean—silly. Why go to America when one may be of great service to humanity here? Now especially. There’s a perfect mass of fruitful activity open to us. That’s what I answered.", "pos": 1367582}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you mean? Answered whom? Has some one suggested your going to America already?", "pos": 1368306}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I must own, they’ve been at me to go, but I declined. That’s between ourselves, of course, Karamazov; do you hear, not a word to any one. I say this only to you. I am not at all anxious to fall into the clutches of the secret police and take lessons at the Chain bridge.", "pos": 1368395}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, no, I am not laughing and don’t suppose for a moment that you are lying. No, indeed, I can’t suppose so, for all this, alas! is perfectly true. But tell me, have you read Pushkin—Onyegin, for instance?... You spoke just now of Tatyana.", "pos": 1368975}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, I haven’t read it yet, but I want to read it. I have no prejudices, Karamazov; I want to hear both sides. What makes you ask?", "pos": 1369217}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, nothing.", "pos": 1369349}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Tell me, Karamazov, have you an awful contempt for me?", "pos": 1369364}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I have a contempt for you? What for? I am only sad that a charming nature such as yours should be perverted by all this crude nonsense before you have begun life.", "pos": 1369571}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Don’t be anxious about my nature. But it’s true that I am stupidly sensitive, crudely sensitive. You smiled just now, and I fancied you seemed to—", "pos": 1369771}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, my smile meant something quite different. I’ll tell you why I smiled. Not long ago I read the criticism made by a German who had lived in Russia, on our students and schoolboys of to‐day. ‘Show a Russian schoolboy,’ he writes, ‘a map of the stars, which he knows nothing about, and he will give you back the map next day with corrections on it.’ No knowledge and unbounded conceit—that’s what the German meant to say about the Russian schoolboy.", "pos": 1369966}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Yes, that’s perfectly right, exactly so! Bravo the German! But he did not see the good side, what do you think? Conceit may be, that comes from youth, that will be corrected if need be, but, on the other hand, there is an independent spirit almost from childhood, boldness of thought and conviction, and not the spirit of these sausage makers, groveling before authority.... But the German was right all the same. Bravo the German! But Germans want strangling all the same. Though they are so good at science and learning they must be strangled.", "pos": 1370418}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Strangled, what for?", "pos": 1370992}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Well, perhaps I am talking nonsense, I agree. I am awfully childish sometimes, and when I am pleased about anything I can’t restrain myself and am ready to talk any stuff. But, I say, we are chattering away here about nothing, and that doctor has been a long time in there. But perhaps he’s examining the mamma and that poor crippled Nina. I liked that Nina, you know. She whispered to me suddenly as I was coming away, ‘Why didn’t you come before?’ And in such a voice, so reproachfully! I think she is awfully nice and pathetic.", "pos": 1371031}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, yes! Well, you’ll be coming often, you will see what she is like. It would do you a great deal of good to know people like that, to learn to value a great deal which you will find out from knowing these people,", "pos": 1371564}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, how I regret and blame myself for not having come sooner!", "pos": 1371859}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, it’s a great pity. You saw for yourself how delighted the poor child was to see you. And how he fretted for you to come!", "pos": 1371961}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Don’t tell me! You make it worse! But it serves me right. What kept me from coming was my conceit, my egoistic vanity, and the beastly wilfullness, which I never can get rid of, though I’ve been struggling with it all my life. I see that now. I am a beast in lots of ways, Karamazov!", "pos": 1372089}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, you have a charming nature, though it’s been distorted, and I quite understand why you have had such an influence on this generous, morbidly sensitive boy,", "pos": 1372375}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "And you say that to me! and would you believe it, I thought—I’ve thought several times since I’ve been here—that you despised me! If only you knew how I prize your opinion!", "pos": 1372562}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But are you really so sensitive? At your age! Would you believe it, just now, when you were telling your story, I thought, as I watched you, that you must be very sensitive!", "pos": 1372752}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "You thought so? What an eye you’ve got, I say! I bet that was when I was talking about the goose. That was just when I was fancying you had a great contempt for me for being in such a hurry to show off, and for a moment I quite hated you for it, and began talking like a fool. Then I fancied—just now, here—when I said that if there were no God He would have to be invented, that I was in too great a hurry to display my knowledge, especially as I got that phrase out of a book. But I swear I wasn’t showing off out of vanity, though I really don’t know why. Because I was so pleased? Yes, I believe it was because I was so pleased ... though it’s perfectly disgraceful for any one to be gushing directly they are pleased, I know that. But I am convinced now that you don’t despise me; it was all my imagination. Oh, Karamazov, I am profoundly unhappy. I sometimes fancy all sorts of things, that every one is laughing at me, the whole world, and then I feel ready to overturn the whole order of things.", "pos": 1372928}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And you worry every one about you,", "pos": 1373934}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Yes, I worry every one about me, especially my mother. Karamazov, tell me, am I very ridiculous now?", "pos": 1373987}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Don’t think about that, don’t think of it at all! And what does ridiculous mean? Isn’t every one constantly being or seeming ridiculous? Besides, nearly all clever people now are fearfully afraid of being ridiculous, and that makes them unhappy. All I am surprised at is that you should be feeling that so early, though I’ve observed it for some time past, and not only in you. Nowadays the very children have begun to suffer from it. It’s almost a sort of insanity. The devil has taken the form of that vanity and entered into the whole generation; it’s simply the devil. You are like every one else, that is, like very many others. Only you must not be like everybody else, that’s all.", "pos": 1374090}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Even if every one is like that?", "pos": 1374919}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, even if every one is like that. You be the only one not like it. You really are not like every one else, here you are not ashamed to confess to something bad and even ridiculous. And who will admit so much in these days? No one. And people have even ceased to feel the impulse to self‐ criticism. Don’t be like every one else, even if you are the only one.", "pos": 1374953}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Splendid! I was not mistaken in you. You know how to console one. Oh, how I have longed to know you, Karamazov! I’ve long been eager for this meeting. Can you really have thought about me, too? You said just now that you thought of me, too?", "pos": 1375317}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, I’d heard of you and had thought of you, too ... and if it’s partly vanity that makes you ask, it doesn’t matter.", "pos": 1375560}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Do you know, Karamazov, our talk has been like a declaration of love. That’s not ridiculous, is it?", "pos": 1375681}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Not at all ridiculous, and if it were, it wouldn’t matter, because it’s been a good thing.", "pos": 1375829}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "But do you know, Karamazov, you must admit that you are a little ashamed yourself, now.... I see it by your eyes.", "pos": 1375947}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why ashamed?", "pos": 1376106}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Well, why are you blushing?", "pos": 1376121}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It was you made me blush. Oh, well, I am a little, goodness knows why, I don’t know...", "pos": 1376151}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, how I love you and admire you at this moment just because you are rather ashamed! Because you are just like me,", "pos": 1376317}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You know, Kolya, you will be very unhappy in your life,", "pos": 1376505}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I know, I know. How you know it all beforehand!", "pos": 1376600}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But you will bless life on the whole, all the same.", "pos": 1376672}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Just so, hurrah! You are a prophet. Oh, we shall get on together, Karamazov! Do you know, what delights me most, is that you treat me quite like an equal. But we are not equals, no, we are not, you are better! But we shall get on. Do you know, all this last month, I’ve been saying to myself, ‘Either we shall be friends at once, for ever, or we shall part enemies to the grave!’", "pos": 1376726}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And saying that, of course, you loved me. I did. I loved you awfully. I’ve been loving and dreaming of you. And how do you know it all beforehand? Ah, here’s the doctor. Goodness! What will he tell us? Look at his face!", "pos": 1377108}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "Your Excellency, your Excellency ... is it possible?", "pos": 1377930}
{"speaker": "The doctor", "text": "I can’t help it, I am not God!", "pos": 1378161}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "Doctor ... your Excellency ... and will it be soon, soon?", "pos": 1378265}
{"speaker": "The doctor", "text": "You must be prepared for anything,", "pos": 1378325}
{"speaker": "the captain", "text": "Your Excellency, for Christ’s sake! Your Excellency! but can nothing, absolutely nothing save him now?", "pos": 1378472}
{"speaker": "The doctor", "text": "It’s not in my hands now, but h’m!... If you could, for instance ... send ... your patient ... at once, without delay", "pos": 1378626}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "To Syracuse!", "pos": 1379012}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Syracuse is in Sicily,", "pos": 1379077}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Sicily! your Excellency,", "pos": 1379170}
{"speaker": "Doctor", "text": "Well, that’s not my business,", "pos": 1379815}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Don’t be afraid, apothecary, my dog won’t bite you,", "pos": 1379994}
{"speaker": "Doctor", "text": "What’s that?", "pos": 1380322}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "It’s Perezvon’s master, don’t worry about me. Perezvon? He hears the bell, but where it is he cannot tell. Good‐by, we shall meet in Syracuse.", "pos": 1380468}
{"speaker": "Doctor", "text": "Who’s this? Who’s this? Who’s this?", "pos": 1380678}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It’s a schoolboy, doctor, he is a mischievous boy; take no notice of him. Kolya, hold your tongue! Take no notice of him, doctor,", "pos": 1380743}
{"speaker": "Doctor", "text": "He wants a thrashing, a good thrashing!", "pos": 1380981}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "And you know, apothecary, my Perezvon might bite!", "pos": 1381061}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Kolya, if you say another word, I’ll have nothing more to do with you,", "pos": 1381196}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "There is only one man in the world who can command Nikolay Krassotkin—this is the man I obey him, good‐ by!", "pos": 1381297}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Father, father, come ... we ... Father, father! How sorry I am for you!", "pos": 1381973}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Ilusha ... darling ... the doctor said ... you would be all right ... we shall be happy ... the doctor ...", "pos": 1382355}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "Ah, father! I know what the new doctor said to you about me.... I saw! Father, don’t cry, and when I die get a good boy, another one ... choose one of them all, a good one, call him Ilusha and love him instead of me....", "pos": 1382483}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Hush, old man, you’ll get well,", "pos": 1382816}
{"speaker": "Ilusha", "text": "But don’t ever forget me, father, come to my grave ... and, father, bury me by our big stone, where we used to go for our walk, and come to me there with Krassotkin in the evening ... and Perezvon ... I shall expect you.... Father, father!", "pos": 1382908}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Good‐by, old man, mother expects me back to dinner. What a pity I did not tell her! She will be dreadfully anxious.... But after dinner I’ll come back to you for the whole day, for the whole evening, and I’ll tell you all sorts of things, all sorts of things. And I’ll bring Perezvon, but now I will take him with me, because he will begin to howl when I am away and bother you. Good‐by!", "pos": 1383429}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Kolya, you must be sure to keep your word and come, or he will be terribly disappointed,", "pos": 1383960}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I will! Oh, how I curse myself for not having come before!", "pos": 1384078}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "I don’t want a good boy! I don’t want another boy! If I forget thee, Jerusalem, may my tongue—", "pos": 1384379}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Good‐by, Karamazov? Will you come yourself?", "pos": 1384781}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I will certainly come in the evening.", "pos": 1384868}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "What was that he said about Jerusalem?... What did he mean by that?", "pos": 1384908}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It’s from the Bible. ‘If I forget thee, Jerusalem,’ that is, if I forget all that is most precious to me, if I let anything take its place, then may—", "pos": 1384978}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I understand, that’s enough! Mind you come! Ici, Perezvon!", "pos": 1385130}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "You’ve come at last! and Maximushka’s been scaring me that perhaps you wouldn’t come. Ah, how I need you! Sit down to the table. What will you have—coffee?", "pos": 1390615}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, please,", "pos": 1390841}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "It’s been made a long time ready for you. And bring some little pies, and mind they are hot. Do you know, we’ve had a storm over those pies to‐day. I took them to the prison for him, and would you believe it, he threw them back to me: he would not eat them. He flung one of them on the floor and stamped on it. So I said to him: ‘I shall leave them with the warder; if you don’t eat them before evening, it will be that your venomous spite is enough for you!’ With that I went away. We quarreled again, would you believe it? Whenever I go we quarrel.", "pos": 1390972}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What did you quarrel about this time?", "pos": 1391647}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I didn’t expect it in the least. Only fancy, he is jealous of the Pole. ‘Why are you keeping him?’ he said. ‘So you’ve begun keeping him.’ He is jealous, jealous of me all the time, jealous eating and sleeping! He even took it into his head to be jealous of Kuzma last week.", "pos": 1391702}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But he knew about the Pole before?", "pos": 1391979}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Yes, but there it is. He has known about him from the very beginning, but to‐day he suddenly got up and began scolding about him. I am ashamed to repeat what he said. Silly fellow! Rakitin went in as I came out. Perhaps Rakitin is egging him on. What do you think?", "pos": 1392016}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He loves you, that’s what it is: he loves you so much. And now he is particularly worried.", "pos": 1392305}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I should think he might be, with the trial to‐morrow. And I went to him to say something about to‐morrow, for I dread to think what’s going to happen then. You say that he is worried, but how worried I am! And he talks about the Pole! He’s too silly! He is not jealous of Maximushka yet, anyway.", "pos": 1392398}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "My wife was dreadfully jealous over me, too,", "pos": 1392696}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Jealous of you? Of whom could she have been jealous?", "pos": 1392768}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "Of the servant girls.", "pos": 1392864}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Hold your tongue, Maximushka, I am in no laughing mood now; I feel angry. Don’t ogle the pies. I shan’t give you any; they are not good for you, and I won’t give you any vodka either. I have to look after him, too, just as though I kept an almshouse,", "pos": 1392888}
{"speaker": "Maximov", "text": "I don’t deserve your kindness. I am a worthless creature. You would do better to spend your kindness on people of more use than me.", "pos": 1393154}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Ech, every one is of use, Maximushka, and how can we tell who’s of most use? If only that Pole didn’t exist, Alyosha. He’s taken it into his head to fall ill, too, to‐day. I’ve been to see him also. And I shall send him some pies, too, on purpose. I hadn’t sent him any, but Mitya accused me of it, so now I shall send some! Ah, here’s Fenya with a letter! Yes, it’s from the Poles—begging again!", "pos": 1393329}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Like a fool, I went round to him just for a minute, on the way to see Mitya, for he is ill, too, my Pole. I was laughing, telling Mitya about it. ‘Fancy,’ I said, ‘my Pole had the happy thought to sing his old songs to me to the guitar. He thought I would be touched and marry him!’ Mitya leapt up swearing.... So, there, I’ll send them the pies! Fenya, is it that little girl they’ve sent? Here, give her three roubles and pack a dozen pies up in a paper and tell her to take them. And you, Alyosha, be sure to tell Mitya that I did send them the pies.", "pos": 1395849}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I wouldn’t tell him for anything,", "pos": 1396449}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Ech! You think he is unhappy about it. Why, he’s jealous on purpose. He doesn’t care,", "pos": 1396508}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "On purpose?", "pos": 1396621}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I tell you you are silly, Alyosha. You know nothing about it, with all your cleverness. I am not offended that he is jealous of a girl like me. I would be offended if he were not jealous. I am like that. I am not offended at jealousy. I have a fierce heart, too. I can be jealous myself. Only what offends me is that he doesn’t love me at all. I tell you he is jealous now on purpose. Am I blind? Don’t I see? He began talking to me just now of that woman, of Katerina, saying she was this and that, how she had ordered a doctor from Moscow for him, to try and save him; how she had ordered the best counsel, the most learned one, too. So he loves her, if he’ll praise her to my face, more shame to him! He’s treated me badly himself, so he attacked me, to make out I am in fault first and to throw it all on me. ‘You were with your Pole before me, so I can’t be blamed for Katerina,’ that’s what it amounts to. He wants to throw the whole blame on me. He attacked me on purpose, on purpose, I tell you, but I’ll—", "pos": 1396652}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He doesn’t love Katerina Ivanovna,", "pos": 1397780}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well, whether he loves her or not, I’ll soon find out for myself. Enough of this foolishness, it’s not for that I sent for you. Alyosha, darling, to‐morrow—what will happen to‐morrow? That’s what worries me! And it’s only me it worries! I look at every one and no one is thinking of it. No one cares about it. Are you thinking about it even? To‐morrow he’ll be tried, you know. Tell me, how will he be tried? You know it’s the valet, the valet killed him! Good heavens! Can they condemn him in place of the valet and will no one stand up for him? They haven’t troubled the valet at all, have they?", "pos": 1397838}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He’s been severely cross‐examined, but every one came to the conclusion it was not he. Now he is lying very ill. He has been ill ever since that attack. Really ill,", "pos": 1398667}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Oh, dear! couldn’t you go to that counsel yourself and tell him the whole thing by yourself? He’s been brought from Petersburg for three thousand roubles, they say.", "pos": 1398882}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "We gave these three thousand together—Ivan, Katerina Ivanovna and I—but she paid two thousand for the doctor from Moscow herself. The counsel Fetyukovitch would have charged more, but the case has become known all over Russia; it’s talked of in all the papers and journals. Fetyukovitch agreed to come more for the glory of the thing, because the case has become so notorious. I saw him yesterday.", "pos": 1399049}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Well? Did you talk to him?", "pos": 1399449}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He listened and said nothing. He told me that he had already formed his opinion. But he promised to give my words consideration.", "pos": 1399504}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Consideration! Ah, they are swindlers! They’ll ruin him. And why did she send for the doctor?", "pos": 1399635}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "As an expert. They want to prove that Mitya’s mad and committed the murder when he didn’t know what he was doing but Mitya won’t agree to that.", "pos": 1399731}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Yes; but that would be the truth if he had killed him! He was mad then, perfectly mad, and that was my fault, wretch that I am! But, of course, he didn’t do it, he didn’t do it! And they are all against him, the whole town. Even Fenya’s evidence went to prove he had done it. And the people at the shop, and that official, and at the tavern, too, before, people had heard him say so! They are all, all against him, all crying out against him.", "pos": 1399903}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, there’s a fearful accumulation of evidence,", "pos": 1400367}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "And Grigory—Grigory Vassilyevitch—sticks to his story that the door was open, persists that he saw it—there’s no shaking him. I went and talked to him myself. He’s rude about it, too.", "pos": 1400443}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, that’s perhaps the strongest evidence against him,", "pos": 1400629}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "And as for Mitya’s being mad, he certainly seems like it now. Do you know, Alyosha, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about it for a long time. I go to him every day and simply wonder at him. Tell me, now, what do you suppose he’s always talking about? He talks and talks and I can make nothing of it. I fancied he was talking of something intellectual that I couldn’t understand in my foolishness. Only he suddenly began talking to me about a babe—that is, about some child. ‘Why is the babe poor?’ he said. ‘It’s for that babe I am going to Siberia now. I am not a murderer, but I must go to Siberia!’ What that meant, what babe, I couldn’t tell for the life of me. Only I cried when he said it, because he said it so nicely. He cried himself, and I cried, too. He suddenly kissed me and made the sign of the cross over me. What did it mean, Alyosha, tell me? What is this babe?", "pos": 1400701}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It must be Rakitin, who’s been going to see him lately, though ... that’s not Rakitin’s doing. I didn’t see Mitya yesterday. I’ll see him to‐day.", "pos": 1401647}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "No, it’s not Rakitin; it’s his brother Ivan Fyodorovitch upsetting him. It’s his going to see him, that’s what it is,", "pos": 1401813}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ivan’s going? Has he been to see him? Mitya told me himself that Ivan hasn’t been once.", "pos": 1402009}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "There ... there! What a girl I am! Blurting things out! Stay, Alyosha, hush! Since I’ve said so much I’ll tell the whole truth—he’s been to see him twice, the first directly he arrived. He galloped here from Moscow at once, of course, before I was taken ill; and the second time was a week ago. He told Mitya not to tell you about it, under any circumstances; and not to tell any one, in fact. He came secretly.", "pos": 1402099}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ivan doesn’t talk to me of Mitya’s case. He’s said very little to me these last two months. And whenever I go to see him, he seems vexed at my coming, so I’ve not been to him for the last three weeks. H’m!... if he was there a week ago ... there certainly has been a change in Mitya this week.", "pos": 1402657}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "There has been a change. They have a secret, they have a secret! Mitya told me himself there was a secret, and such a secret that Mitya can’t rest. Before then, he was cheerful—and, indeed, he is cheerful now—but when he shakes his head like that, you know, and strides about the room and keeps pulling at the hair on his right temple with his right hand, I know there is something on his mind worrying him.... I know! He was cheerful before, though, indeed, he is cheerful to‐day.", "pos": 1402971}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But you said he was worried.", "pos": 1403485}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Yes, he is worried and yet cheerful. He keeps on being irritable for a minute and then cheerful and then irritable again. And you know, Alyosha, I am constantly wondering at him—with this awful thing hanging over him, he sometimes laughs at such trifles as though he were a baby himself.", "pos": 1403516}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And did he really tell you not to tell me about Ivan? Did he say, ‘Don’t tell him’?", "pos": 1403806}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Yes, he told me, ‘Don’t tell him.’ It’s you that Mitya’s most afraid of. Because it’s a secret: he said himself it was a secret. Alyosha, darling, go to him and find out what their secret is and come and tell me. Set my mind at rest that I may know the worst that’s in store for me. That’s why I sent for you.", "pos": 1403892}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You think it’s something to do with you? If it were, he wouldn’t have told you there was a secret.", "pos": 1404252}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I don’t know. Perhaps he wants to tell me, but doesn’t dare to. He warns me. There is a secret, he tells me, but he won’t tell me what it is.", "pos": 1404353}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you think yourself?", "pos": 1404497}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "What do I think? It’s the end for me, that’s what I think. They all three have been plotting my end, for Katerina’s in it. It’s all Katerina, it all comes from her. She is this and that, and that means that I am not. He tells me that beforehand—warns me. He is planning to throw me over, that’s the whole secret. They’ve planned it together, the three of them—Mitya, Katerina, and Ivan Fyodorovitch. Alyosha, I’ve been wanting to ask you a long time. A week ago he suddenly told me that Ivan was in love with Katerina, because he often goes to see her. Did he tell me the truth or not? Tell me, on your conscience, tell me the worst.", "pos": 1404527}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I won’t tell you a lie. Ivan is not in love with Katerina Ivanovna, I think.", "pos": 1405163}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Oh, that’s what I thought! He is lying to me, shameless deceiver, that’s what it is! And he was jealous of me just now, so as to put the blame on me afterwards. He is stupid, he can’t disguise what he is doing; he is so open, you know.... But I’ll give it to him, I’ll give it to him! ‘You believe I did it,’ he said. He said that to me, to me. He reproached me with that! God forgive him! You wait, I’ll make it hot for Katerina at the trial! I’ll just say a word then ... I’ll tell everything then!", "pos": 1405242}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "This I can tell you for certain, Grushenka. First, that he loves you, loves you more than any one in the world, and you only, believe me. I know. I do know. The second thing is that I don’t want to worm his secret out of him, but if he’ll tell me of himself to‐ day, I shall tell him straight out that I have promised to tell you. Then I’ll come to you to‐day, and tell you. Only ... I fancy ... Katerina Ivanovna has nothing to do with it, and that the secret is about something else. That’s certain. It isn’t likely it’s about Katerina Ivanovna, it seems to me. Good‐by for now.", "pos": 1405775}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "It’s ages, ages, perfect ages since I’ve seen you! It’s a whole week—only think of it! Ah, but you were here only four days ago, on Wednesday. You have come to see Lise. I’m sure you meant to slip into her room on tiptoe, without my hearing you. My dear, dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, if you only knew how worried I am about her! But of that later, though that’s the most important thing, of that later. Dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, I trust you implicitly with my Lise. Since the death of Father Zossima—God rest his soul! she crossed herself I look upon you as a monk, though you look charming in your new suit. Where did you find such a tailor in these parts? No, no, that’s not the chief thing—of that later. Forgive me for sometimes calling you Alyosha; an old woman like me may take liberties, but that will do later, too. The important thing is that I shouldn’t forget what is important. Please remind me of it yourself. As soon as my tongue runs away with me, you just say ‘the important thing?’ Ach! how do I know now what is of most importance? Ever since Lise took back her promise—her childish promise, Alexey Fyodorovitch—to marry you, you’ve realized, of course, that it was only the playful fancy of a sick child who had been so long confined to her chair—thank God, she can walk now!... that new doctor Katya sent for from Moscow for your unhappy brother, who will to‐morrow—But why speak of to‐ morrow? I am ready to die at the very thought of to‐morrow. Ready to die of curiosity.... That doctor was with us yesterday and saw Lise.... I paid him fifty roubles for the visit. But that’s not the point, that’s not the point again. You see, I’m mixing everything up. I am in such a hurry. Why am I in a hurry? I don’t understand. It’s awful how I seem growing unable to understand anything. Everything seems mixed up in a sort of tangle. I am afraid you are so bored you will jump up and run away, and that will be all I shall see of you. Goodness! Why are we sitting here and no coffee? Yulia, Glafira, coffee!", "pos": 1408296}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Where? At Agrafena Alexandrovna’s.", "pos": 1410424}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "At ... at that woman’s? Ah, it’s she has brought ruin on every one. I know nothing about it though. They say she has become a saint, though it’s rather late in the day. She had better have done it before. What use is it now? Hush, hush, Alexey Fyodorovitch, for I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing. This awful trial ... I shall certainly go, I am making arrangements. I shall be carried there in my chair; besides I can sit up. I shall have people with me. And, you know, I am a witness. How shall I speak, how shall I speak? I don’t know what I shall say. One has to take an oath, hasn’t one?", "pos": 1410463}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes; but I don’t think you will be able to go.", "pos": 1411094}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I can sit up. Ah, you put me out! Ah! this trial, this savage act, and then they are all going to Siberia, some are getting married, and all this so quickly, so quickly, everything’s changing, and at last—nothing. All grow old and have death to look forward to. Well, so be it! I am weary. This Katya, cette charmante personne, has disappointed all my hopes. Now she is going to follow one of your brothers to Siberia, and your other brother is going to follow her, and will live in the nearest town, and they will all torment one another. It drives me out of my mind. Worst of all—the publicity. The story has been told a million times over in all the papers in Moscow and Petersburg. Ah! yes, would you believe it, there’s a paragraph that I was ‘a dear friend’ of your brother’s ——, I can’t repeat the horrid word. Just fancy, just fancy!", "pos": 1411143}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Impossible! Where was the paragraph? What did it say?", "pos": 1411987}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I’ll show you directly. I got the paper and read it yesterday. Here, in the Petersburg paper Gossip. The paper began coming out this year. I am awfully fond of gossip, and I take it in, and now it pays me out—this is what gossip comes to! Here it is, here, this passage. Read it.", "pos": 1412043}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Well, that must be me. Of course I am meant. Scarcely more than an hour before, I suggested gold mines to him, and here they talk of ‘middle‐aged charms’ as though that were my motive! He writes that out of spite! God Almighty forgive him for the middle‐aged charms, as I forgive him! You know it’s— Do you know who it is? It’s your friend Rakitin.", "pos": 1414584}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Perhaps, though I’ve heard nothing about it.", "pos": 1414959}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "It’s he, it’s he! No ‘perhaps’ about it. You know I turned him out of the house.... You know all that story, don’t you?", "pos": 1415022}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I know that you asked him not to visit you for the future, but why it was, I haven’t heard ... from you, at least.", "pos": 1415144}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Ah, then you’ve heard it from him! He abuses me, I suppose, abuses me dreadfully?", "pos": 1415261}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, he does; but then he abuses every one. But why you’ve given him up I haven’t heard from him either. I meet him very seldom now, indeed. We are not friends.", "pos": 1415345}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Well, then, I’ll tell you all about it. There’s no help for it, I’ll confess, for there is one point in which I was perhaps to blame. Only a little, little point, so little that perhaps it doesn’t count. You see, my dear boy you see, I suspect ... You must forgive me, Alyosha. I am like a mother to you.... No, no; quite the contrary. I speak to you now as though you were my father—mother’s quite out of place. Well, it’s as though I were confessing to Father Zossima, that’s just it. I called you a monk just now. Well, that poor young man, your friend, Rakitin (Mercy on us! I can’t be angry with him. I feel cross, but not very), that frivolous young man, would you believe it, seems to have taken it into his head to fall in love with me. I only noticed it later. At first—a month ago—he only began to come oftener to see me, almost every day; though, of course, we were acquainted before. I knew nothing about it ... and suddenly it dawned upon me, and I began to notice things with surprise. You know, two months ago, that modest, charming, excellent young man, Pyotr Ilyitch Perhotin, who’s in the service here, began to be a regular visitor at the house. You met him here ever so many times yourself. And he is an excellent, earnest young man, isn’t he? He comes once every three days, not every day (though I should be glad to see him every day), and always so well dressed. Altogether, I love young people, Alyosha, talented, modest, like you, and he has almost the mind of a statesman, he talks so charmingly, and I shall certainly, certainly try and get promotion for him. He is a future diplomat. On that awful day he almost saved me from death by coming in the night. And your friend Rakitin comes in such boots, and always stretches them out on the carpet.... He began hinting at his feelings, in fact, and one day, as he was going, he squeezed my hand terribly hard. My foot began to swell directly after he pressed my hand like that. He had met Pyotr Ilyitch here before, and would you believe it, he is always gibing at him, growling at him, for some reason. I simply looked at the way they went on together and laughed inwardly. So I was sitting here alone—no, I was laid up then. Well, I was lying here alone and suddenly Rakitin comes in, and only fancy! brought me some verses of his own composition—a short poem, on my bad foot: that is, he described my foot in a poem. Wait a minute—how did it go? A captivating little foot. It began somehow like that. I can never remember poetry. I’ve got it here. I’ll show it to you later. But it’s a charming thing—charming; and, you know, it’s not only about the foot, it had a good moral, too, a charming idea, only I’ve forgotten it; in fact, it was just the thing for an album. So, of course, I thanked him, and he was evidently flattered. I’d hardly had time to thank him when in comes Pyotr Ilyitch, and Rakitin suddenly looked as black as night. I could see that Pyotr Ilyitch was in the way, for Rakitin certainly wanted to say something after giving me the verses. I had a presentiment of it; but Pyotr Ilyitch came in. I showed Pyotr Ilyitch the verses and didn’t say who was the author. But I am convinced that he guessed, though he won’t own it to this day, and declares he had no idea. But he says that on purpose. Pyotr Ilyitch began to laugh at once, and fell to criticizing it.", "pos": 1415508}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "Wretched doggerel, some divinity student must have written them,", "pos": 1418968}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Then, instead of laughing, your friend flew into a rage. Good gracious! I thought, ‘they’ll fly at each other.’", "pos": 1419096}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "It was I who wrote them. I wrote them as a joke, for I think it degrading to write verses.... But they are good poetry. They want to put a monument to your Pushkin for writing about women’s feet, while I wrote with a moral purpose, and you, are an advocate of serfdom. You’ve no humane ideas. You have no modern enlightened feelings, you are uninfluenced by progress, you are a mere official, and you take bribes.", "pos": 1419211}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Then I began screaming and imploring them. And, you know, Pyotr Ilyitch is anything but a coward. He at once took up the most gentlemanly tone, looked at him sarcastically, listened, and apologized.", "pos": 1419681}
{"speaker": "Pyotr Ilyitch", "text": "I’d no idea. I shouldn’t have said it, if I had known. I should have praised it. Poets are all so irritable,", "pos": 1419881}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "In short, he laughed at him under cover of the most gentlemanly tone. He explained to me afterwards that it was all sarcastic. I thought he was in earnest. Only as I lay there, just as before you now, I thought, ‘Would it, or would it not, be the proper thing for me to turn Rakitin out for shouting so rudely at a visitor in my house?’ And, would you believe it, I lay here, shut my eyes, and wondered, would it be the proper thing or not. I kept worrying and worrying, and my heart began to beat, and I couldn’t make up my mind whether to make an outcry or not. Speak. No, don’t speak. And no sooner had the second voice said that than I cried out, and fainted. Of course, there was a fuss. I got up suddenly and said to Rakitin, ‘It’s painful for me to say it, but I don’t wish to see you in my house again.’ So I turned him out. Ah! Alexey Fyodorovitch, I know myself I did wrong. I was putting it on. I wasn’t angry with him at all, really; but I suddenly fancied—that was what did it—that it would be such a fine scene.... And yet, believe me, it was quite natural, for I really shed tears and cried for several days afterwards, and then suddenly, one afternoon, I forgot all about it. So it’s a fortnight since he’s been here, and I kept wondering whether he would come again. I wondered even yesterday, then suddenly last night came this Gossip. I read it and gasped. Who could have written it? He must have written it. He went home, sat down, wrote it on the spot, sent it, and they put it in. It was a fortnight ago, you see. But, Alyosha, it’s awful how I keep talking and don’t say what I want to say. Ah! the words come of themselves!", "pos": 1420011}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It’s very important for me to be in time to see my brother to‐day,", "pos": 1421714}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "To be sure, to be sure! You bring it all back to me. Listen, what is an aberration?", "pos": 1421801}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What aberration?", "pos": 1421887}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "In the legal sense. An aberration in which everything is pardonable. Whatever you do, you will be acquitted at once.", "pos": 1421932}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you mean?", "pos": 1422051}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I’ll tell you. This Katya ... Ah! she is a charming, charming creature, only I never can make out who it is she is in love with. She was with me some time ago and I couldn’t get anything out of her. Especially as she won’t talk to me except on the surface now. She is always talking about my health and nothing else, and she takes up such a tone with me, too. Well, so be it. I don’t care’... Oh, yes. I was talking of aberration. This doctor has come. You know a doctor has come? Of course, you know it—the one who discovers madmen. You wrote for him. No, it wasn’t you, but Katya. It’s all Katya’s doing. Well, you see, a man may be sitting perfectly sane and suddenly have an aberration. He may be conscious and know what he is doing and yet be in a state of aberration. And there’s no doubt that Dmitri Fyodorovitch was suffering from aberration. They found out about aberration as soon as the law courts were reformed. It’s all the good effect of the reformed law courts. The doctor has been here and questioned me about that evening, about the gold mines. How did he seem then? He must have been in a state of aberration. He came in shouting, ‘Money, money, three thousand! Give me three thousand!’ and then went away and immediately did the murder. I don’t want to murder him, and he suddenly went and murdered him. That’s why they’ll acquit him, because he struggled against it and yet he murdered him.", "pos": 1422071}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But he didn’t murder him,", "pos": 1423536}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Yes, I know it was that old man Grigory murdered him.", "pos": 1423656}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Grigory?", "pos": 1423712}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Yes, yes; it was Grigory. He lay as Dmitri Fyodorovitch struck him down, and then got up, saw the door open, went in and killed Fyodor Pavlovitch.", "pos": 1423738}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But why, why?", "pos": 1423887}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Suffering from aberration. When he recovered from the blow Dmitri Fyodorovitch gave him on the head, he was suffering from aberration; he went and committed the murder. As for his saying he didn’t, he very likely doesn’t remember. Only, you know, it’ll be better, ever so much better, if Dmitri Fyodorovitch murdered him. And that’s how it must have been, though I say it was Grigory. It certainly was Dmitri Fyodorovitch, and that’s better, ever so much better! Oh! not better that a son should have killed his father, I don’t defend that. Children ought to honor their parents, and yet it would be better if it were he, as you’d have nothing to cry over then, for he did it when he was unconscious or rather when he was conscious, but did not know what he was doing. Let them acquit him—that’s so humane, and would show what a blessing reformed law courts are. I knew nothing about it, but they say they have been so a long time. And when I heard it yesterday, I was so struck by it that I wanted to send for you at once. And if he is acquitted, make him come straight from the law courts to dinner with me, and I’ll have a party of friends, and we’ll drink to the reformed law courts. I don’t believe he’d be dangerous; besides, I’ll invite a great many friends, so that he could always be led out if he did anything. And then he might be made a justice of the peace or something in another town, for those who have been in trouble themselves make the best judges. And, besides, who isn’t suffering from aberration nowadays?—you, I, all of us are in a state of aberration, and there are ever so many examples of it: a man sits singing a song, suddenly something annoys him, he takes a pistol and shoots the first person he comes across, and no one blames him for it. I read that lately, and all the doctors confirm it. The doctors are always confirming; they confirm anything. Why, my Lise is in a state of aberration. She made me cry again yesterday, and the day before, too, and to‐day I suddenly realized that it’s all due to aberration. Oh, Lise grieves me so! I believe she’s quite mad. Why did she send for you? Did she send for you or did you come of yourself?", "pos": 1423903}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, she sent for me, and I am just going to her.", "pos": 1426076}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Oh, my dear, dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, perhaps that’s what’s most important. God knows I trust Lise to you with all my heart, and it’s no matter her sending for you on the sly, without telling her mother. But forgive me, I can’t trust my daughter so easily to your brother Ivan Fyodorovitch, though I still consider him the most chivalrous young man. But only fancy, he’s been to see Lise and I knew nothing about it!", "pos": 1426155}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "How? What? When?", "pos": 1426630}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "I will tell you; that’s perhaps why I asked you to come, for I don’t know now why I did ask you to come. Well, Ivan Fyodorovitch has been to see me twice, since he came back from Moscow. First time he came as a friend to call on me, and the second time Katya was here and he came because he heard she was here. I didn’t, of course, expect him to come often, knowing what a lot he has to do as it is, vous comprenez, cette affaire et la mort terrible de votre papa. But I suddenly heard he’d been here again, not to see me but to see Lise. That’s six days ago now. He came, stayed five minutes, and went away. And I didn’t hear of it till three days afterwards, from Glafira, so it was a great shock to me. I sent for Lise directly. She laughed.", "pos": 1426733}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "He thought you were asleep, and came in to me to ask after your health.", "pos": 1427479}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Of course, that’s how it happened. But Lise, Lise, mercy on us, how she distresses me! Would you believe it, one night, four days ago, just after you saw her last time, and had gone away, she suddenly had a fit, screaming, shrieking, hysterics! Why is it I never have hysterics? Then, next day another fit, and the same thing on the third, and yesterday too, and then yesterday that aberration. She suddenly screamed out, ‘I hate Ivan Fyodorovitch. I insist on your never letting him come to the house again.’ I was struck dumb at these amazing words, and answered, ‘On what grounds could I refuse to see such an excellent young man, a young man of such learning too, and so unfortunate?’—for all this business is a misfortune, isn’t it? She suddenly burst out laughing at my words, and so rudely, you know. Well, I was pleased; I thought I had amused her and the fits would pass off, especially as I wanted to refuse to see Ivan Fyodorovitch anyway on account of his strange visits without my knowledge, and meant to ask him for an explanation. But early this morning Lise waked up and flew into a passion with Yulia and, would you believe it, slapped her in the face. That’s monstrous; I am always polite to my servants. And an hour later she was hugging Yulia’s feet and kissing them. She sent a message to me that she wasn’t coming to me at all, and would never come and see me again, and when I dragged myself down to her, she rushed to kiss me, crying, and as she kissed me, she pushed me out of the room without saying a word, so I couldn’t find out what was the matter. Now, dear Alexey Fyodorovitch, I rest all my hopes on you, and, of course, my whole life is in your hands. I simply beg you to go to Lise and find out everything from her, as you alone can, and come back and tell me—me, her mother, for you understand it will be the death of me, simply the death of me, if this goes on, or else I shall run away. I can stand no more. I have patience; but I may lose patience, and then ... then something awful will happen. Ah, dear me! At last, Pyotr Ilyitch! You are late, you are late! Well, sit down, speak, put us out of suspense. What does the counsel say. Where are you off to, Alexey Fyodorovitch?", "pos": 1427564}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "To Lise.", "pos": 1429859}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "Oh, yes. You won’t forget, you won’t forget what I asked you? It’s a question of life and death!", "pos": 1429870}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Of course, I won’t forget, if I can ... but I am so late,", "pos": 1429969}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "No, be sure, be sure to come in; don’t say ‘If you can.’ I shall die if you don’t,", "pos": 1430072}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I know you are in a hurry to get to the prison, and mamma’s kept you there for hours; she’s just been telling you about me and Yulia.", "pos": 1430798}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "How do you know?", "pos": 1430954}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I’ve been listening. Why do you stare at me? I want to listen and I do listen, there’s no harm in that. I don’t apologize.", "pos": 1430988}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You are upset about something?", "pos": 1431113}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "On the contrary, I am very happy. I’ve only just been reflecting for the thirtieth time what a good thing it is I refused you and shall not be your wife. You are not fit to be a husband. If I were to marry you and give you a note to take to the man I loved after you, you’d take it and be sure to give it to him and bring an answer back, too. If you were forty, you would still go on taking my love‐letters for me.", "pos": 1431146}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "There is something spiteful and yet open‐hearted about you,", "pos": 1431585}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "The open‐heartedness consists in my not being ashamed of myself with you. What’s more, I don’t want to feel ashamed with you, just with you. Alyosha, why is it I don’t respect you? I am very fond of you, but I don’t respect you. If I respected you, I shouldn’t talk to you without shame, should I?", "pos": 1431670}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No.", "pos": 1431970}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "But do you believe that I am not ashamed with you?", "pos": 1431976}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I don’t believe it.", "pos": 1432029}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I sent your brother, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, some sweets in prison. Alyosha, you know, you are quite pretty! I shall love you awfully for having so quickly allowed me not to love you.", "pos": 1432104}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why did you send for me to‐day, Lise?", "pos": 1432287}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I wanted to tell you of a longing I have. I should like some one to torture me, marry me and then torture me, deceive me and go away. I don’t want to be happy.", "pos": 1432327}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You are in love with disorder?", "pos": 1432489}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes, I want disorder. I keep wanting to set fire to the house. I keep imagining how I’ll creep up and set fire to the house on the sly; it must be on the sly. They’ll try to put it out, but it’ll go on burning. And I shall know and say nothing. Ah, what silliness! And how bored I am!", "pos": 1432522}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It’s your luxurious life,", "pos": 1432854}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Is it better, then, to be poor?", "pos": 1432904}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, it is better.", "pos": 1432938}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "That’s what your monk taught you. That’s not true. Let me be rich and all the rest poor, I’ll eat sweets and drink cream and not give any to any one else. Ach, don’t speak, don’t say anything. You’ve told me all that before, I know it all by heart. It bores me. If I am ever poor, I shall murder somebody, and even if I am rich, I may murder some one, perhaps—why do nothing! But do you know, I should like to reap, cut the rye? I’ll marry you, and you shall become a peasant, a real peasant; we’ll keep a colt, shall we? Do you know Kalganov?", "pos": 1432959}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1433575}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "He is always wandering about, dreaming. He says, ‘Why live in real life? It’s better to dream. One can dream the most delightful things, but real life is a bore.’ But he’ll be married soon for all that; he’s been making love to me already. Can you spin tops? Why live in real life? It’s better to dream. One can dream the most delightful things, but real life is a bore.", "pos": 1433582}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1433843}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Well, he’s just like a top: he wants to be wound up and set spinning and then to be lashed, lashed, lashed with a whip. If I marry him, I’ll keep him spinning all his life. You are not ashamed to be with me?", "pos": 1433850}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No.", "pos": 1434060}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "You are awfully cross, because I don’t talk about holy things. I don’t want to be holy. What will they do to one in the next world for the greatest sin? You must know all about that.", "pos": 1434066}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "God will censure you.", "pos": 1434251}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "That’s just what I should like. I would go up and they would censure me, and I would burst out laughing in their faces. I should dreadfully like to set fire to the house, Alyosha, to our house; you still don’t believe me?", "pos": 1434310}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why? There are children of twelve years old, who have a longing to set fire to something and they do set things on fire, too. It’s a sort of disease.", "pos": 1434534}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "That’s not true, that’s not true; there may be children, but that’s not what I mean.", "pos": 1434686}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You take evil for good; it’s a passing crisis, it’s the result of your illness, perhaps.", "pos": 1434773}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "You do despise me, though! It’s simply that I don’t want to do good, I want to do evil, and it has nothing to do with illness.", "pos": 1434864}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why do evil?", "pos": 1434993}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "So that everything might be destroyed. Ah, how nice it would be if everything were destroyed! You know, Alyosha, I sometimes think of doing a fearful lot of harm and everything bad, and I should do it for a long while on the sly and suddenly every one would find it out. Every one will stand round and point their fingers at me and I would look at them all. That would be awfully nice. Why would it be so nice, Alyosha?", "pos": 1435008}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t know. It’s a craving to destroy something good or, as you say, to set fire to something. It happens sometimes.", "pos": 1435430}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I not only say it, I shall do it.", "pos": 1435551}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I believe you.", "pos": 1435587}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Ah, how I love you for saying you believe me. And you are not lying one little bit. But perhaps you think that I am saying all this on purpose to annoy you?", "pos": 1435604}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I don’t think that ... though perhaps there is a little desire to do that in it, too.", "pos": 1435763}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "There is a little. I never can tell lies to you,", "pos": 1435855}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "There are moments when people love crime,", "pos": 1436161}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes, yes! You have uttered my thought; they love crime, every one loves crime, they love it always, not at some ‘moments.’ You know, it’s as though people have made an agreement to lie about it and have lied about it ever since. They all declare that they hate evil, but secretly they all love it.", "pos": 1436232}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And are you still reading nasty books?", "pos": 1436532}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes, I am. Mamma reads them and hides them under her pillow and I steal them.", "pos": 1436573}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Aren’t you ashamed to destroy yourself?", "pos": 1436653}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I want to destroy myself. There’s a boy here, who lay down between the railway lines when the train was passing. Lucky fellow! Listen, your brother is being tried now for murdering his father and every one loves his having killed his father.", "pos": 1436695}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Loves his having killed his father?", "pos": 1436939}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes, loves it; every one loves it! Everybody says it’s so awful, but secretly they simply love it. I for one love it.", "pos": 1436977}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "There is some truth in what you say about every one,", "pos": 1437097}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Oh, what ideas you have! And you a monk, too! You wouldn’t believe how I respect you, Alyosha, for never telling lies. Oh, I must tell you a funny dream of mine. I sometimes dream of devils. It’s night; I am in my room with a candle and suddenly there are devils all over the place, in all the corners, under the table, and they open the doors; there’s a crowd of them behind the doors and they want to come and seize me. And they are just coming, just seizing me. But I suddenly cross myself and they all draw back, though they don’t go away altogether, they stand at the doors and in the corners, waiting. And suddenly I have a frightful longing to revile God aloud, and so I begin, and then they come crowding back to me, delighted, and seize me again and I cross myself again and they all draw back. It’s awful fun. it takes one’s breath away.", "pos": 1437173}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ve had the same dream, too,", "pos": 1438051}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Really? I say, Alyosha, don’t laugh, that’s awfully important. Could two different people have the same dream?", "pos": 1438106}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It seems they can.", "pos": 1438244}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Alyosha, I tell you, it’s awfully important. It’s not the dream that’s important, but your having the same dream as me. You never lie to me, don’t lie now: is it true? You are not laughing?", "pos": 1438265}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It’s true.", "pos": 1438506}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Alyosha, come and see me, come and see me more often,", "pos": 1438595}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ll always come to see you, all my life,", "pos": 1438695}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "You are the only person I can talk to, you know. I talk to no one but myself and you. Only you in the whole world. And to you more readily than to myself. And I am not a bit ashamed with you, not a bit. Alyosha, why am I not ashamed with you, not a bit? Alyosha, is it true that at Easter the Jews steal a child and kill it?", "pos": 1438764}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I don’t know.", "pos": 1439111}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "There’s a book here in which I read about the trial of a Jew, who took a child of four years old and cut off the fingers from both hands, and then crucified him on the wall, hammered nails into him and crucified him, and afterwards, when he was tried, he said that the child died soon, within four hours. That was ‘soon’! He said the child moaned, kept on moaning and he stood admiring it. That’s nice!", "pos": 1439127}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Nice?", "pos": 1439532}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Nice; I sometimes imagine that it was I who crucified him. He would hang there moaning and I would sit opposite him eating pineapple compote. I am awfully fond of pineapple compote. Do you like it? You know, when I read about that Jew I shook with sobs all night. I kept fancying how the little thing cried and moaned (a child of four years old understands, you know), and all the while the thought of pineapple compote haunted me. In the morning I wrote a letter to a certain person, begging him particularly to come and see me. He came and I suddenly told him all about the child and the pineapple compote. All about it, all, and said that it was nice. He laughed and said it really was nice. Then he got up and went away. He was only here five minutes. Did he despise me? Did he despise me? Tell me, tell me, Alyosha, did he despise me or not?", "pos": 1439540}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Tell me,", "pos": 1440533}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes, I did.", "pos": 1440601}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Did you send him a letter?", "pos": 1440615}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1440644}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Simply to ask about that, about that child?", "pos": 1440651}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "No, not about that at all. But when he came, I asked him about that at once. He answered, laughed, got up and went away.", "pos": 1440697}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "That person behaved honorably,", "pos": 1440820}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "And did he despise me? Did he laugh at me?", "pos": 1440871}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, for perhaps he believes in the pineapple compote himself. He is very ill now, too, Lise.", "pos": 1440916}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Yes, he does believe in it,", "pos": 1441011}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He doesn’t despise any one,", "pos": 1441072}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Then he despises me, me?", "pos": 1441221}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You, too.", "pos": 1441248}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Good. When he went out laughing, I felt that it was nice to be despised. The child with fingers cut off is nice, and to be despised is nice.... Do you know, Alyosha, do you know, I should like—Alyosha, save me! Save me! Is there any one in the world I could tell what I’ve told you? I’ve told you the truth, the truth. I shall kill myself, because I loathe everything! I don’t want to live, because I loathe everything! I loathe everything, everything. Alyosha, why don’t you love me in the least?", "pos": 1441260}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But I do love you!", "pos": 1441991}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "And will you weep over me, will you?", "pos": 1442037}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1442076}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Not because I won’t be your wife, but simply weep for me?", "pos": 1442083}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes. How can I leave you like this?", "pos": 1442143}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "Go to your brother, the prison will be shut; go, here’s your hat. Give my love to Mitya, go, go! Give it to him, you must give it to him! To‐day, at once, or I’ll poison myself! That’s why I sent for you.", "pos": 1442528}
{"speaker": "Lise", "text": "I am a wretch, wretch, wretch, wretch!", "pos": 1443736}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I must mind not to forget my belongings. Mind you don’t forget other people’s belongings,", "pos": 1447068}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "You’d better give that advice to your own family, who’ve always been a slave‐driving lot, and not to Rakitin,", "pos": 1447287}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What’s the matter? I was joking. Damn it all! They are all like that. He was sitting here, laughing and cheerful, and all at once he boils up like that. He didn’t even nod to you. Have you broken with him completely? Why are you so late? I’ve not been simply waiting, but thirsting for you the whole morning. But never mind. We’ll make up for it now.", "pos": 1447440}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why does he come here so often? Surely you are not such great friends?", "pos": 1447887}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Great friends with Rakitin? No, not as much as that. Is it likely—a pig like that? He considers I am ... a blackguard. They can’t understand a joke either, that’s the worst of such people. They never understand a joke, and their souls are dry, dry and flat; they remind me of prison walls when I was first brought here. But he is a clever fellow, very clever. Well, Alexey, it’s all over with me now.", "pos": 1448042}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, the trial’s to‐morrow. Are you so hopeless, brother?", "pos": 1448508}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What are you talking about? Oh, you mean the trial! Damn it all! Till now we’ve been talking of things that don’t matter, about this trial, but I haven’t said a word to you about the chief thing. Yes, the trial is to‐morrow; but it wasn’t the trial I meant, when I said it was all over with me. Why do you look at me so critically?", "pos": 1448612}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you mean, Mitya?", "pos": 1448995}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Ideas, ideas, that’s all! Ethics! What is ethics?", "pos": 1449022}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ethics?", "pos": 1449074}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes; is it a science?", "pos": 1449110}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, there is such a science ... but ... I confess I can’t explain to you what sort of science it is.", "pos": 1449134}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Rakitin knows. Rakitin knows a lot, damn him! He’s not going to be a monk. He means to go to Petersburg. There he’ll go in for criticism of an elevating tendency. Who knows, he may be of use and make his own career, too. Ough! they are first‐rate, these people, at making a career! Damn ethics, I am done for, Alexey, I am, you man of God! I love you more than any one. It makes my heart yearn to look at you. Who was Karl Bernard?", "pos": 1449238}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Karl Bernard?", "pos": 1449672}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, not Karl. Stay, I made a mistake. Claude Bernard. What was he? Chemist or what?", "pos": 1449717}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He must be a savant, but I confess I can’t tell you much about him, either. I’ve heard of him as a savant, but what sort I don’t know.", "pos": 1449803}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Well, damn him, then! I don’t know either. A scoundrel of some sort, most likely. They are all scoundrels. And Rakitin will make his way. Rakitin will get on anywhere; he is another Bernard. Ugh, these Bernards! They are all over the place.", "pos": 1449960}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But what is the matter?", "pos": 1450218}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "He wants to write an article about me, about my case, and so begin his literary career. That’s what he comes for; he said so himself. He wants to prove some theory. He wants to say ‘he couldn’t help murdering his father, he was corrupted by his environment,’ and so on. He explained it all to me. He is going to put in a tinge of Socialism, he says. But there, damn the fellow, he can put in a tinge if he likes, I don’t care. He can’t bear Ivan, he hates him. He’s not fond of you, either. But I don’t turn him out, for he is a clever fellow. Awfully conceited, though. I said to him just now, ‘The Karamazovs are not blackguards, but philosophers; for all true Russians are philosophers, and though you’ve studied, you are not a philosopher—you are a low fellow.’ He laughed, so maliciously. And I said to him, ‘De ideabus non est disputandum.’ Isn’t that rather good? I can set up for being a classic, you see! Why is it all over with you? You said so just now,", "pos": 1450271}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Why is it all over with me?", "pos": 1451284}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "H’m!... The fact of it is ... if you take it as a whole, I am sorry to lose God—that’s why it is.", "pos": 1451312}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you mean by ‘sorry to lose God’?", "pos": 1451412}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Imagine: inside, in the nerves, in the head—that is, these nerves are there in the brain ... (damn them!) there are sort of little tails, the little tails of those nerves, and as soon as they begin quivering ... that is, you see, I look at something with my eyes and then they begin quivering, those little tails ... and when they quiver, then an image appears ... it doesn’t appear at once, but an instant, a second, passes ... and then something like a moment appears; that is, not a moment—devil take the moment!—but an image; that is, an object, or an action, damn it! That’s why I see and then think, because of those tails, not at all because I’ve got a soul, and that I am some sort of image and likeness. All that is nonsense! Rakitin explained it all to me yesterday, brother, and it simply bowled me over. It’s magnificent, Alyosha, this science! A new man’s arising—that I understand.... And yet I am sorry to lose God!", "pos": 1451455}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Well, that’s a good thing, anyway,", "pos": 1452388}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That I am sorry to lose God? It’s chemistry, brother, chemistry! There’s no help for it, your reverence, you must make way for chemistry. And Rakitin does dislike God. Ough! doesn’t he dislike Him! That’s the sore point with all of them. But they conceal it. They tell lies. They pretend. ‘Will you preach this in your reviews?’ I asked him. ‘Oh, well, if I did it openly, they won’t let it through,’ he said. He laughed. ‘But what will become of men then?’ I asked him, ‘without God and immortal life? All things are lawful then, they can do what they like?’ ‘Didn’t you know?’ he said laughing, ‘a clever man can do what he likes,’ he said. ‘A clever man knows his way about, but you’ve put your foot in it, committing a murder, and now you are rotting in prison.’ He says that to my face! A regular pig! I used to kick such people out, but now I listen to them. He talks a lot of sense, too. Writes well. He began reading me an article last week. I copied out three lines of it. Wait a minute. Here it is. ‘In order to determine this question, it is above all essential to put one’s personality in contradiction to one’s reality.’ Do you understand that?", "pos": 1452439}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I don’t,", "pos": 1453672}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I don’t understand either. It’s dark and obscure, but intellectual. ‘Every one writes like that now,’ he says, ‘it’s the effect of their environment.’ They are afraid of the environment. He writes poetry, too, the rascal. He’s written in honor of Madame Hohlakov’s foot. Ha ha ha!", "pos": 1453756}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ve heard about it,", "pos": 1454039}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Have you? And have you heard the poem?", "pos": 1454076}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No.", "pos": 1454117}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I’ve got it. Here it is. I’ll read it to you. You don’t know—I haven’t told you—there’s quite a story about it. He’s a rascal! Three weeks ago he began to tease me. ‘You’ve got yourself into a mess, like a fool, for the sake of three thousand, but I’m going to collar a hundred and fifty thousand. I am going to marry a widow and buy a house in Petersburg.’ And he told me he was courting Madame Hohlakov. She hadn’t much brains in her youth, and now at forty she has lost what she had. ‘But she’s awfully sentimental,’ he says; ‘that’s how I shall get hold of her. When I marry her, I shall take her to Petersburg and there I shall start a newspaper.’ And his mouth was simply watering, the beast, not for the widow, but for the hundred and fifty thousand. And he made me believe it. He came to see me every day. ‘She is coming round,’ he declared. He was beaming with delight. And then, all of a sudden, he was turned out of the house. Perhotin’s carrying everything before him, bravo! I could kiss the silly old noodle for turning him out of the house. And he had written this doggerel. ‘It’s the first time I’ve soiled my hands with writing poetry,’ he said. ‘It’s to win her heart, so it’s in a good cause. When I get hold of the silly woman’s fortune, I can be of great social utility.’ They have this social justification for every nasty thing they do! ‘Anyway it’s better than your Pushkin’s poetry,’ he said, ‘for I’ve managed to advocate enlightenment even in that.’ I understand what he means about Pushkin, I quite see that, if he really was a man of talent and only wrote about women’s feet. But wasn’t Rakitin stuck up about his doggerel! The vanity of these fellows! ‘On the convalescence of the swollen foot of the object of my affections’—he thought of that for a title. He’s a waggish fellow. A captivating little foot, Though swollen and red and tender! The doctors come and plasters put, But still they cannot mend her. Yet, ’tis not for her foot I dread— A theme for Pushkin’s muse more fit— It’s not her foot, it is her head: I tremble for her loss of wit! For as her foot swells, strange to say, Her intellect is on the wane— Oh, for some remedy I pray That may restore both foot and brain! He is a pig, a regular pig, but he’s very arch, the rascal! And he really has put in a progressive idea. And wasn’t he angry when she kicked him out! He was gnashing his teeth!", "pos": 1454123}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He’s taken his revenge already. He’s written a paragraph about Madame Hohlakov. And Alyosha told him briefly about the paragraph in Gossip.", "pos": 1456516}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s his doing, that’s his doing! That’s him! These paragraphs ... I know ... the insulting things that have been written about Grushenka, for instance.... And about Katya, too.... H’m!", "pos": 1456674}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, I cannot stay long. To‐morrow will be a great and awful day for you, the judgment of God will be accomplished ... I am amazed at you, you walk about here, talking of I don’t know what ...", "pos": 1456939}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "No, don’t be amazed at me. Am I to talk of that stinking dog? Of the murderer? We’ve talked enough of him. I don’t want to say more of the stinking son of Stinking Lizaveta! God will kill him, you will see. Hush! Rakitin wouldn’t understand it, but you, you’ll understand it all. That’s why I was thirsting for you. You see, there’s so much I’ve been wanting to tell you for ever so long, here, within these peeling walls, but I haven’t said a word about what matters most; the moment never seems to have come. Now I can wait no longer. I must pour out my heart to you. Brother, these last two months I’ve found in myself a new man. A new man has risen up in me. He was hidden in me, but would never have come to the surface, if it hadn’t been for this blow from heaven. I am afraid! And what do I care if I spend twenty years in the mines, breaking ore with a hammer? I am not a bit afraid of that—it’s something else I am afraid of now: that that new man may leave me. Even there, in the mines, under‐ground, I may find a human heart in another convict and murderer by my side, and I may make friends with him, for even there one may live and love and suffer. One may thaw and revive a frozen heart in that convict, one may wait upon him for years, and at last bring up from the dark depths a lofty soul, a feeling, suffering creature; one may bring forth an angel, create a hero! There are so many of them, hundreds of them, and we are all to blame for them. Why was it I dreamed of that ‘babe’ at such a moment? ‘Why is the babe so poor?’ That was a sign to me at that moment. It’s for the babe I’m going. Because we are all responsible for all. For all the ‘babes,’ for there are big children as well as little children. All are ‘babes.’ I go for all, because some one must go for all. I didn’t kill father, but I’ve got to go. I accept it. It’s all come to me here, here, within these peeling walls. There are numbers of them there, hundreds of them underground, with hammers in their hands. Oh, yes, we shall be in chains and there will be no freedom, but then, in our great sorrow, we shall rise again to joy, without which man cannot live nor God exist, for God gives joy: it’s His privilege—a grand one. Ah, man should be dissolved in prayer! What should I be underground there without God? Rakitin’s laughing! If they drive God from the earth, we shall shelter Him underground. One cannot exist in prison without God; it’s even more impossible than out of prison. And then we men underground will sing from the bowels of the earth a glorious hymn to God, with Whom is joy. Hail to God and His joy! I love Him! Yes, life is full, there is life even underground. You wouldn’t believe, Alexey, how I want to live now, what a thirst for existence and consciousness has sprung up in me within these peeling walls. Rakitin doesn’t understand that; all he cares about is building a house and letting flats. But I’ve been longing for you. And what is suffering? I am not afraid of it, even if it were beyond reckoning. I am not afraid of it now. I was afraid of it before. Do you know, perhaps I won’t answer at the trial at all.... And I seem to have such strength in me now, that I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘I exist.’ In thousands of agonies—I exist. I’m tormented on the rack—but I exist! Though I sit alone on a pillar—I exist! I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there. Alyosha, my angel, all these philosophies are the death of me. Damn them! Brother Ivan—", "pos": 1457169}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What of brother Ivan?", "pos": 1461089}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You see, I never had any of these doubts before, but it was all hidden away in me. It was perhaps just because ideas I did not understand were surging up in me, that I used to drink and fight and rage. It was to stifle them in myself, to still them, to smother them. Ivan is not Rakitin, there is an idea in him. Ivan is a sphinx and is silent; he is always silent. It’s God that’s worrying me. That’s the only thing that’s worrying me. What if He doesn’t exist? What if Rakitin’s right—that it’s an idea made up by men? Then if He doesn’t exist, man is the chief of the earth, of the universe. Magnificent! Only how is he going to be good without God? That’s the question. I always come back to that. For whom is man going to love then? To whom will he be thankful? To whom will he sing the hymn? Rakitin laughs. Rakitin says that one can love humanity without God. Well, only a sniveling idiot can maintain that. I can’t understand it. Life’s easy for Rakitin. ‘You’d better think about the extension of civic rights, or even of keeping down the price of meat. You will show your love for humanity more simply and directly by that, than by philosophy.’ I answered him, ‘Well, but you, without a God, are more likely to raise the price of meat, if it suits you, and make a rouble on every copeck.’ He lost his temper. But after all, what is goodness? Answer me that, Alexey. Goodness is one thing with me and another with a Chinaman, so it’s a relative thing. Or isn’t it? Is it not relative? A treacherous question! You won’t laugh if I tell you it’s kept me awake two nights. I only wonder now how people can live and think nothing about it. Vanity! Ivan has no God. He has an idea. It’s beyond me. But he is silent. I believe he is a free‐mason. I asked him, but he is silent. I wanted to drink from the springs of his soul—he was silent. But once he did drop a word.", "pos": 1461158}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What did he say?", "pos": 1463032}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I said to him, ‘Then everything is lawful, if it is so?’ He frowned. ‘Fyodor Pavlovitch, our papa,’ he said, ‘was a pig, but his ideas were right enough.’ That was what he dropped. That was all he said. That was going one better than Rakitin.", "pos": 1463079}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes. When was he with you?", "pos": 1463324}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Of that later; now I must speak of something else. I have said nothing about Ivan to you before. I put it off to the last. When my business here is over and the verdict has been given, then I’ll tell you something. I’ll tell you everything. We’ve something tremendous on hand.... And you shall be my judge in it. But don’t begin about that now; be silent. You talk of to‐morrow, of the trial; but, would you believe it, I know nothing about it.", "pos": 1463382}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Have you talked to the counsel?", "pos": 1463829}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "What’s the use of the counsel? I told him all about it. He’s a soft, city‐bred rogue—a Bernard! But he doesn’t believe me—not a bit of it. Only imagine, he believes I did it. I see it. In that case, why have you come to defend me? Hang them all! They’ve got a doctor down, too, want to prove I’m mad. I won’t have that! Katerina Ivanovna wants to do her ‘duty’ to the end, whatever the strain! The cat! Hard‐hearted creature! She knows that I said of her at Mokroe that she was a woman of ‘great wrath.’ They repeated it. Yes, the facts against me have grown numerous as the sands of the sea. Grigory sticks to his point. Grigory’s honest, but a fool. Many people are honest because they are fools: that’s Rakitin’s idea. Grigory’s my enemy. And there are some people who are better as foes than friends. I mean Katerina Ivanovna. I am afraid, oh, I am afraid she will tell how she bowed to the ground after that four thousand. She’ll pay it back to the last farthing. I don’t want her sacrifice; they’ll put me to shame at the trial. I wonder how I can stand it. Go to her, Alyosha, ask her not to speak of that in the court, can’t you? But damn it all, it doesn’t matter! I shall get through somehow. I don’t pity her. It’s her own doing. She deserves what she gets. I shall have my own story to tell, Alexey. Only ... only Grusha, Grusha! Good Lord! Why should she have such suffering to bear? God preserve you, my dear boy, from ever asking forgiveness for a fault from a woman you love. From one you love especially, however greatly you may have been in fault. For a woman—devil only knows what to make of a woman! I know something about them, anyway. But try acknowledging you are in fault to a woman. Say, ‘I am sorry, forgive me,’ and a shower of reproaches will follow! Nothing will make her forgive you simply and directly, she’ll humble you to the dust, bring forward things that have never happened, recall everything, forget nothing, add something of her own, and only then forgive you. And even the best, the best of them do it. She’ll scrape up all the scrapings and load them on your head. They are ready to flay you alive, I tell you, every one of them, all these angels without whom we cannot live! I tell you plainly and openly, dear boy, every decent man ought to be under some woman’s thumb. That’s my conviction—not conviction, but feeling. A man ought to be magnanimous, and it’s no disgrace to a man! No disgrace to a hero, not even a Cæsar! But don’t ever beg her pardon all the same for anything. Remember that rule given you by your brother Mitya, who’s come to ruin through women. No, I’d better make it up to Grusha somehow, without begging pardon. I worship her, Alexey, worship her. Only she doesn’t see it. No, she still thinks I don’t love her enough. And she tortures me, tortures me with her love. The past was nothing! In the past it was only those infernal curves of hers that tortured me, but now I’ve taken all her soul into my soul and through her I’ve become a man myself. Will they marry us? If they don’t, I shall die of jealousy. I imagine something every day.... What did she say to you about me? Then she is not angry at my being jealous? She is a regular woman! ‘I’ve a fierce heart myself!’ Ah, I love such fierce hearts, though I can’t bear any one’s being jealous of me. I can’t endure it. We shall fight. But I shall love her, I shall love her infinitely. Will they marry us? Do they let convicts marry? That’s the question. And without her I can’t exist.... So there’s a secret, she says, a secret? We have got up a plot against her, and Katya is mixed up in it, she thinks. No, my good Grushenka, that’s not it. You are very wide of the mark, in your foolish feminine way. Alyosha, darling, well, here goes! I’ll tell you our secret! I will tell you all our secret. I meant to tell you later, for how could I decide on anything without you? You are everything to me. Though I say that Ivan is superior to us, you are my angel. It’s your decision will decide it. Perhaps it’s you that is superior and not Ivan. You see, it’s a question of conscience, question of the higher conscience—the secret is so important that I can’t settle it myself, and I’ve put it off till I could speak to you. But anyway it’s too early to decide now, for we must wait for the verdict. As soon as the verdict is given, you shall decide my fate. Don’t decide it now. I’ll tell you now. You listen, but don’t decide. Stand and keep quiet. I won’t tell you everything. I’ll only tell you the idea, without details, and you keep quiet. Not a question, not a movement. You agree? But, goodness, what shall I do with your eyes? I’m afraid your eyes will tell me your decision, even if you don’t speak. Oo! I’m afraid! Alyosha, listen! Ivan suggests my escaping. I won’t tell you the details: it’s all been thought out: it can all be arranged. Hush, don’t decide. I should go to America with Grusha. You know I can’t live without Grusha! What if they won’t let her follow me to Siberia? Do they let convicts get married? Ivan thinks not. And without Grusha what should I do there underground with a hammer? I should only smash my skull with the hammer! But, on the other hand, my conscience? I should have run away from suffering. A sign has come, I reject the sign. I have a way of salvation and I turn my back on it. Ivan says that in America, ‘with the good‐will,’ I can be of more use than underground. But what becomes of our hymn from underground? What’s America? America is vanity again! And there’s a lot of swindling in America, too, I expect. I should have run away from crucifixion! I tell you, you know, Alexey, because you are the only person who can understand this. There’s no one else. It’s folly, madness to others, all I’ve told you of the hymn. They’ll say I’m out of my mind or a fool. I am not out of my mind and I am not a fool. Ivan understands about the hymn, too. He understands, only he doesn’t answer—he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t believe in the hymn. Don’t speak, don’t speak. I see how you look! You have already decided. Don’t decide, spare me! I can’t live without Grusha. Wait till after the trial! They don’t let convicts marry, do they? His, his, and he is very keen on it. He didn’t come to see me at first, then he suddenly came a week ago and he began about it straight away. He is awfully keen on it. He doesn’t ask me, but orders me to escape. He doesn’t doubt of my obeying him, though I showed him all my heart as I have to you, and told him about the hymn, too. He told me he’d arrange it; he’s found out about everything. But of that later. He’s simply set on it. It’s all a matter of money: he’ll pay ten thousand for escape and give me twenty thousand for America. And he says we can arrange a magnificent escape for ten thousand. To tell no one, and especially not you; on no account to tell you. He is afraid, no doubt, that you’ll stand before me as my conscience. Don’t tell him I told you. Don’t tell him, for anything. You are right, it’s impossible to decide anything before the trial is over. After the trial you’ll decide of yourself. Then you’ll find that new man in yourself and he will decide. A new man, or a Bernard who’ll decide à la Bernard, for I believe I’m a contemptible Bernard myself. But, brother, have you no hope then of being acquitted? Alyosha, darling, it’s time you were going. There’s the superintendent shouting in the yard. He’ll be here directly. We are late; it’s irregular. Embrace me quickly. Kiss me! Sign me with the cross, darling, for the cross I have to bear to‐morrow. Ivan, suggests my escaping; but, of course, he believes I did it. Have you asked him whether he believes it? No, I haven’t. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t the courage. But I saw it from his eyes. Well, good‐by! Stand facing me! That’s right! Alyosha, tell me the whole truth, as you would before God. Do you believe I did it? Do you, do you in yourself, believe it? The whole truth, don’t lie! The whole truth, the whole, don’t lie!", "pos": 1463862}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ve never for one instant believed that you were the murderer!", "pos": 1474057}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Thank you! Now you have given me new life. Would you believe it, till this moment I’ve been afraid to ask you, you, even you. Well, go! You’ve given me strength for to‐morrow. God bless you! Come, go along! Love Ivan!", "pos": 1474302}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Ah, it’s only you. Well, good‐by! You are going to her? I don’t advise you to; she’s upset and you’ll upset her more.", "pos": 1475682}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, no! Alexey Fyodorovitch, have you come from him?", "pos": 1475897}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, I have been with him.", "pos": 1475952}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Has he sent me any message? Come up, Alyosha, and you, Ivan Fyodorovitch, you must come back, you must. Do you hear?", "pos": 1475981}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "She was listening. Excuse my keeping my greatcoat on. I won’t sit down. I won’t stay more than a minute.", "pos": 1476232}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Sit down, Alexey Fyodorovitch,", "pos": 1476438}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Only one thing, that you would spare yourself and say nothing at the trial of what ... passed between you ... at the time of your first acquaintance ... in that town.", "pos": 1476749}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Ah! that I bowed down to the ground for that money! Why, is he afraid for me or for himself? He asks me to spare—whom? Him or myself? Tell me, Alexey Fyodorovitch!", "pos": 1476997}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Both yourself and him,", "pos": 1477252}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I am glad to hear it. You don’t know me yet, Alexey Fyodorovitch. And I don’t know myself yet. Perhaps you’ll want to trample me under foot after my examination to‐morrow.", "pos": 1477297}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You will give your evidence honorably,", "pos": 1477551}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Women are often dishonorable. Only an hour ago I was thinking I felt afraid to touch that monster ... as though he were a reptile ... but no, he is still a human being to me! But did he do it? Is he the murderer? I’ve been to see Smerdyakov.... It was you, you who persuaded me that he murdered his father. It’s only you I believed!", "pos": 1477634}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, that’s enough, anyway. I am going. I’ll come to‐morrow.", "pos": 1478413}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Follow him! Overtake him! Don’t leave him alone for a minute! He’s mad! Don’t you know that he’s mad? He is in a fever, nervous fever. The doctor told me so. Go, run after him....", "pos": 1478664}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What do you want? She told you to catch me up, because I’m mad. I know it all by heart,", "pos": 1478956}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "She is mistaken, of course; but she is right that you are ill. I was looking at your face just now. You look very ill, Ivan.", "pos": 1479136}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And do you know, Alexey Fyodorovitch, how people do go out of their mind?", "pos": 1479334}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I don’t. I suppose there are all kinds of insanity.", "pos": 1479518}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And can one observe that one’s going mad oneself?", "pos": 1479576}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I imagine one can’t see oneself clearly in such circumstances,", "pos": 1479628}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "If you want to talk to me, please change the subject,", "pos": 1479756}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, while I think of it, I have a letter for you,", "pos": 1479830}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Ah, from that little demon! She’s not sixteen yet, I believe, and already offering herself. How do you mean, offering herself?", "pos": 1480044}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "How can you, Ivan, how can you? She is a child; you are insulting a child! She is ill; she is very ill, too. She is on the verge of insanity, too, perhaps.... I had hoped to hear something from you ... that would save her.", "pos": 1480443}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You’ll hear nothing from me. If she is a child I am not her nurse. Be quiet, Alexey. Don’t go on about her. I am not even thinking about it. She will be praying all night now to the Mother of God to show her how to act to‐morrow at the trial. You ... you mean Katerina Ivanovna? Yes. Whether she’s to save Mitya or ruin him. She’ll pray for light from above. She can’t make up her mind for herself, you see. She has not had time to decide yet. She takes me for her nurse, too. She wants me to sing lullabies to her.", "pos": 1480712}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Katerina Ivanovna loves you, brother,", "pos": 1481308}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Perhaps; but I am not very keen on her.", "pos": 1481368}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "She is suffering. Why do you ... sometimes say things to her that give her hope? I know that you’ve given her hope. Forgive me for speaking to you like this,", "pos": 1481409}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I can’t behave to her as I ought—break off altogether and tell her so straight out. I must wait till sentence is passed on the murderer. If I break off with her now, she will avenge herself on me by ruining that scoundrel to‐morrow at the trial, for she hates him and knows she hates him. It’s all a lie—lie upon lie! As long as I don’t break off with her, she goes on hoping, and she won’t ruin that monster, knowing how I want to get him out of trouble. If only that damned verdict would come!", "pos": 1481619}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But how can she ruin Mitya? What evidence can she give that would ruin Mitya?", "pos": 1482213}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You don’t know that yet. She’s got a document in her hands, in Mitya’s own writing, that proves conclusively that he did murder Fyodor Pavlovitch.", "pos": 1482332}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "That’s impossible!", "pos": 1482481}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why is it impossible? I’ve read it myself.", "pos": 1482517}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "There can’t be such a document! There can’t be, because he’s not the murderer. It’s not he murdered father, not he!", "pos": 1482562}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Who is the murderer then, according to you?", "pos": 1482730}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You know who,", "pos": 1482859}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Who? You mean the myth about that crazy idiot, the epileptic, Smerdyakov?", "pos": 1482923}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You know who,", "pos": 1483049}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Who? Who?", "pos": 1483119}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I only know one thing, it wasn’t you killed father.", "pos": 1483196}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "‘Not you’! What do you mean by ‘not you’?", "pos": 1483298}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It was not you killed father, not you!", "pos": 1483365}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I know I didn’t. Are you raving?", "pos": 1483469}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, Ivan. You’ve told yourself several times that you are the murderer.", "pos": 1483623}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "When did I say so? I was in Moscow.... When have I said so?", "pos": 1483697}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You’ve said so to yourself many times, when you’ve been alone during these two dreadful months. You have accused yourself and have confessed to yourself that you are the murderer and no one else. But you didn’t do it: you are mistaken: you are not the murderer. Do you hear? It was not you! God has sent me to tell you so.", "pos": 1483785}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You’ve been in my room! You’ve been there at night, when he came.... Confess ... have you seen him, have you seen him?", "pos": 1484493}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Whom do you mean—Mitya?", "pos": 1484639}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Not him, damn the monster! Do you know that he visits me? How did you find out? Speak!", "pos": 1484692}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Who is he! I don’t know whom you are talking about,", "pos": 1484810}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, you do know ... or how could you—? It’s impossible that you don’t know.", "pos": 1484907}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother. I have said this to you, because you’ll believe my word, I know that. I tell you once and for all, it’s not you. You hear, once for all! God has put it into my heart to say this to you, even though it may make you hate me from this hour.", "pos": 1485096}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Alexey Fyodorovitch. I can’t endure prophets and epileptics—messengers from God especially—and you know that only too well. I break off all relations with you from this moment and probably for ever. I beg you to leave me at this turning. It’s the way to your lodgings, too. You’d better be particularly careful not to come to me to‐day! Do you hear?", "pos": 1485446}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, if anything happens to you to‐day, turn to me before any one!", "pos": 1485888}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The money was mine, it was my money. Even if I had stolen it, I should have had the right. the devil that opened it. everything was lawful,", "pos": 1489952}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Can you talk to me? I won’t tire you much.", "pos": 1493695}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Certainly I can. Has your honor been back long?", "pos": 1493754}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I only arrived to‐day.... To see the mess you are in here. Why do you sigh? You knew of it all along,", "pos": 1493909}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "How could I help knowing? It was clear beforehand. But how could I tell it would turn out like that?", "pos": 1494096}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What would turn out? Don’t prevaricate! You’ve foretold you’d have a fit; on the way down to the cellar, you know. You mentioned the very spot.", "pos": 1494199}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Have you said so at the examination yet?", "pos": 1494345}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, I haven’t yet, but I certainly shall. You must explain a great deal to me, my man; and let me tell you, I am not going to let you play with me!", "pos": 1494449}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why should I play with you, when I put my whole trust in you, as in God Almighty?", "pos": 1494599}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "In the first place. I know that epileptic fits can’t be told beforehand. I’ve inquired; don’t try and take me in. You can’t foretell the day and the hour. How was it you told me the day and the hour beforehand, and about the cellar, too? How could you tell that you would fall down the cellar stairs in a fit, if you didn’t sham a fit on purpose?", "pos": 1494761}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I had to go to the cellar anyway, several times a day, indeed. I fell from the garret just in the same way a year ago. It’s quite true you can’t tell the day and hour of a fit beforehand, but you can always have a presentiment of it.", "pos": 1495124}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But you did foretell the day and the hour!", "pos": 1495395}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "In regard to my epilepsy, sir, you had much better inquire of the doctors here. You can ask them whether it was a real fit or a sham; it’s no use my saying any more about it.", "pos": 1495440}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And the cellar? How could you know beforehand of the cellar?", "pos": 1495617}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You don’t seem able to get over that cellar! As I was going down to the cellar, I was in terrible dread and doubt. What frightened me most was losing you and being left without defense in all the world. So I went down into the cellar thinking, ‘Here, it’ll come on directly, it’ll strike me down directly, shall I fall?’ And it was through this fear that I suddenly felt the spasm that always comes ... and so I went flying. All that and all my previous conversation with you at the gate the evening before, when I told you how frightened I was and spoke of the cellar, I told all that to Doctor Herzenstube and Nikolay Parfenovitch, the investigating lawyer, and it’s all been written down in the protocol. And the doctor here, Mr. Varvinsky, maintained to all of them that it was just the thought of it brought it on, the apprehension that I might fall. It was just then that the fit seized me. And so they’ve written it down, that it’s just how it must have happened, simply from my fear.", "pos": 1495680}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Then you have said all that in your evidence?", "pos": 1496742}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "What have I to be afraid of? Let them write down the whole truth,", "pos": 1496970}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And have you told them every word of our conversation at the gate?", "pos": 1497068}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "No, not to say every word.", "pos": 1497137}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And did you tell them that you can sham fits, as you boasted then?", "pos": 1497166}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "No, I didn’t tell them that either.", "pos": 1497235}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Tell me now, why did you send me then to Tchermashnya?", "pos": 1497273}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I was afraid you’d go away to Moscow; Tchermashnya is nearer, anyway.", "pos": 1497330}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You are lying; you suggested my going away yourself; you told me to get out of the way of trouble.", "pos": 1497402}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "That was simply out of affection and my sincere devotion to you, foreseeing trouble in the house, to spare you. Only I wanted to spare myself even more. That’s why I told you to get out of harm’s way, that you might understand that there would be trouble in the house, and would remain at home to protect your father.", "pos": 1497503}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You might have said it more directly, you blockhead!", "pos": 1497823}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "How could I have said it more directly then? It was simply my fear that made me speak, and you might have been angry, too. I might well have been apprehensive that Dmitri Fyodorovitch would make a scene and carry away that money, for he considered it as good as his own; but who could tell that it would end in a murder like this? I thought that he would only carry off the three thousand that lay under the master’s mattress in the envelope, and you see, he’s murdered him. How could you guess it either, sir?", "pos": 1497902}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But if you say yourself that it couldn’t be guessed, how could I have guessed and stayed at home? You contradict yourself!", "pos": 1498415}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You might have guessed from my sending you to Tchermashnya and not to Moscow.", "pos": 1498562}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "How could I guess it from that?", "pos": 1498642}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You might have guessed from the fact of my asking you not to go to Moscow, but to Tchermashnya, that I wanted to have you nearer, for Moscow’s a long way off, and Dmitri Fyodorovitch, knowing you are not far off, would not be so bold. And if anything had happened, you might have come to protect me, too, for I warned you of Grigory Vassilyevitch’s illness, and that I was afraid of having a fit. And when I explained those knocks to you, by means of which one could go in to the deceased, and that Dmitri Fyodorovitch knew them all through me, I thought that you would guess yourself that he would be sure to do something, and so wouldn’t go to Tchermashnya even, but would stay.", "pos": 1498748}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "He talks very coherently, though he does mumble; what’s the derangement of his faculties that Herzenstube talked of? You are cunning with me, damn you!", "pos": 1499430}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "But I thought at the time that you quite guessed,", "pos": 1499631}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "If I’d guessed, I should have stayed,", "pos": 1499725}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why, I thought that it was because you guessed, that you went away in such a hurry, only to get out of trouble, only to run away and save yourself in your fright.", "pos": 1499777}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You think that every one is as great a coward as yourself?", "pos": 1499942}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Forgive me, I thought you were like me.", "pos": 1500003}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Of course, I ought to have guessed, and I did guess there was some mischief brewing on your part ... only you are lying, you are lying again. It’s always worth while speaking to a clever man? So you were glad I went away, since you praised me?", "pos": 1500045}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "If I was pleased, it was simply because you agreed not to go to Moscow, but to Tchermashnya. For it was nearer, anyway. Only when I said these words to you, it was not by way of praise, but of reproach. You didn’t understand it.", "pos": 1500490}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What reproach?", "pos": 1500759}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why, that foreseeing such a calamity you deserted your own father, and would not protect us, for I might have been taken up any time for stealing that three thousand.", "pos": 1500776}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Damn you! Stay, did you tell the prosecutor and the investigating lawyer about those knocks?", "pos": 1500945}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I told them everything just as it was.", "pos": 1501060}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "If I thought of anything then, it was solely of some wickedness on your part. Dmitri might kill him, but that he would steal—I did not believe that then.... But I was prepared for any wickedness from you. You told me yourself you could sham a fit. What did you say that for?", "pos": 1501131}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "It was just through my simplicity, and I never have shammed a fit on purpose in my life. And I only said so then to boast to you. It was just foolishness. I liked you so much then, and was open‐hearted with you.", "pos": 1501426}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "My brother directly accuses you of the murder and theft.", "pos": 1501640}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "What else is left for him to do? And who will believe him with all the proofs against him? Grigory Vassilyevitch saw the door open. What can he say after that? But never mind him! He is trembling to save himself. And look here again. He wants to throw it on me and make out that it is the work of my hands—I’ve heard that already. But as to my being clever at shamming a fit: should I have told you beforehand that I could sham one, if I really had had such a design against your father? If I had been planning such a murder could I have been such a fool as to give such evidence against myself beforehand? And to his son, too! Upon my word! Is that likely? As if that could be, such a thing has never happened. No one hears this talk of ours now, except Providence itself, and if you were to tell of it to the prosecutor and Nikolay Parfenovitch you might defend me completely by doing so, for who would be likely to be such a criminal, if he is so open‐hearted beforehand? Any one can see that.", "pos": 1501699}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well. I don’t suspect you at all, and I think it’s absurd, indeed, to suspect you. On the contrary, I am grateful to you for setting my mind at rest. Now I am going, but I’ll come again. Meanwhile, good‐by. Get well. Is there anything you want?", "pos": 1502813}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I am very thankful for everything. Marfa Ignatyevna does not forget me, and provides me anything I want, according to her kindness. Good people visit me every day.", "pos": 1503147}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Good‐by. But I shan’t say anything of your being able to sham a fit, and I don’t advise you to, either,", "pos": 1503313}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I quite understand. And if you don’t speak of that, I shall say nothing of that conversation of ours at the gate.", "pos": 1503453}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Do you remember when Dmitri burst in after dinner and beat father, and afterwards I told you in the yard that I reserved ‘the right to desire’?... Tell me, did you think then that I desired father’s death or not?", "pos": 1508457}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I did think so,", "pos": 1508672}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "It was so, too; it was not a matter of guessing. But didn’t you fancy then that what I wished was just that ‘one reptile should devour another’; that is, just that Dmitri should kill father, and as soon as possible ... and that I myself was even prepared to help to bring that about? Speak! I want above everything to know what you thought then. I want the truth, the truth!", "pos": 1508716}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Forgive me, I did think that, too, at the time,", "pos": 1509256}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Thanks,", "pos": 1509366}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "It’s hot here. Listen, my good fellow; what was that you babbled, as I was leaving the hospital, that if I said nothing about your faculty of shamming fits, you wouldn’t tell the investigating lawyer all our conversation at the gate? What do you mean by all? What could you mean by it? Were you threatening me? Have I entered into some sort of compact with you? Do you suppose I am afraid of you?", "pos": 1512434}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You want to have everything above‐board; very well, you shall have it. This is what I meant then, and this is why I said that, that you, knowing beforehand of this murder of your own parent, left him to his fate, and that people mightn’t after that conclude any evil about your feelings and perhaps of something else, too—that’s what I promised not to tell the authorities.", "pos": 1513587}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "How? What? Are you out of your mind? Do you suppose I knew of the murder? What do you mean by ‘something else, too’? Speak, scoundrel!", "pos": 1514238}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "The ‘something else’ I meant was that you probably, too, were very desirous of your parent’s death.", "pos": 1514638}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "It’s a shame, sir, to strike a sick man. That’s enough! Leave off. Don’t put me out of all patience. So you thought then, you scoundrel, that together with Dmitri I meant to kill my father?", "pos": 1514897}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I didn’t know what thoughts were in your mind then, and so I stopped you then at the gate to sound you on that very point.", "pos": 1515359}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "To sound what, what?", "pos": 1515515}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why, that very circumstance, whether you wanted your father to be murdered or not.", "pos": 1515538}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "It was you murdered him?", "pos": 1515739}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You know of yourself, for a fact, that it wasn’t I murdered him. And I should have thought that there was no need for a sensible man to speak of it again.", "pos": 1515819}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But why, why had you such a suspicion about me at the time?", "pos": 1515976}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "As you know already, it was simply from fear. For I was in such a position, shaking with fear, that I suspected every one. I resolved to sound you, too, for I thought if you wanted the same as your brother, then the business was as good as settled and I should be crushed like a fly, too.", "pos": 1516038}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Look here, you didn’t say that a fortnight ago.", "pos": 1516329}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I meant the same when I talked to you in the hospital, only I thought you’d understand without wasting words, and that being such a sensible man you wouldn’t care to talk of it openly.", "pos": 1516379}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What next! Come answer, answer, I insist: what was it ... what could I have done to put such a degrading suspicion into your mean soul?", "pos": 1516566}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "As for the murder, you couldn’t have done that and didn’t want to, but as for wanting some one else to do it, that was just what you did want.", "pos": 1516704}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And how coolly, how coolly he speaks! But why should I have wanted it; what grounds had I for wanting it?", "pos": 1516849}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "What grounds had you? What about the inheritance? Why, after your parent’s death there was at least forty thousand to come to each of you, and very likely more, but if Fyodor Pavlovitch got married then to that lady, Agrafena Alexandrovna, she would have had all his capital made over to her directly after the wedding, for she’s plenty of sense, so that your parent would not have left you two roubles between the three of you. And were they far from a wedding, either? Not a hair’s‐breadth: that lady had only to lift her little finger and he would have run after her to church, with his tongue out.", "pos": 1516956}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Very good. You see, I haven’t jumped up, I haven’t knocked you down, I haven’t killed you. Speak on. So, according to you, I had fixed on Dmitri to do it; I was reckoning on him?", "pos": 1517669}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "How could you help reckoning on him? If he killed him, then he would lose all the rights of a nobleman, his rank and property, and would go off to exile; so his share of the inheritance would come to you and your brother Alexey Fyodorovitch in equal parts; so you’d each have not forty, but sixty thousand each. There’s not a doubt you did reckon on Dmitri Fyodorovitch.", "pos": 1517874}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What I put up with from you! Listen, scoundrel, if I had reckoned on any one then, it would have been on you, not on Dmitri, and I swear I did expect some wickedness from you ... at the time.... I remember my impression!", "pos": 1518247}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I thought, too, for a minute, at the time, that you were reckoning on me as well. So that it was just by that more than anything you showed me what was in your mind. For if you had a foreboding about me and yet went away, you as good as said to me, ‘You can murder my parent, I won’t hinder you!’", "pos": 1518470}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You scoundrel! So that’s how you understood it!", "pos": 1518812}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "It was all that going to Tchermashnya. Why! You were meaning to go to Moscow and refused all your father’s entreaties to go to Tchermashnya—and simply at a foolish word from me you consented at once! What reason had you to consent to Tchermashnya? Since you went to Tchermashnya with no reason, simply at my word, it shows that you must have expected something from me.", "pos": 1518862}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, I swear I didn’t!", "pos": 1519234}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You didn’t? Then you ought, as your father’s son, to have had me taken to the lock‐up and thrashed at once for my words then ... or at least, to have given me a punch in the face on the spot, but you were not a bit angry, if you please, and at once in a friendly way acted on my foolish word and went away, which was utterly absurd, for you ought to have stayed to save your parent’s life. How could I help drawing my conclusions?", "pos": 1519292}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, I am sorry I didn’t punch you in the face. I couldn’t have taken you to the lock‐up just then. Who would have believed me and what charge could I bring against you? But the punch in the face ... oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think of it. Though blows are forbidden, I should have pounded your ugly face to a jelly.", "pos": 1519794}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "In the ordinary occasions of life, in the ordinary occasions of life, blows on the face are forbidden nowadays by law, and people have given them up, but in exceptional occasions of life people still fly to blows, not only among us but all over the world, be it even the fullest Republic of France, just as in the time of Adam and Eve, and they never will leave off, but you, even in an exceptional case, did not dare.", "pos": 1520185}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What are you learning French words for?", "pos": 1520757}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why shouldn’t I learn them so as to improve my education, supposing that I may myself chance to go some day to those happy parts of Europe?", "pos": 1520857}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Listen, monster. I am not afraid of your accusations; you can say what you like about me, and if I don’t beat you to death, it’s simply because I suspect you of that crime and I’ll drag you to justice. I’ll unmask you.", "pos": 1520999}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "To my thinking, you’d better keep quiet, for what can you accuse me of, considering my absolute innocence? and who would believe you? Only if you begin, I shall tell everything, too, for I must defend myself.", "pos": 1521268}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Do you think I am afraid of you now?", "pos": 1521479}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "If the court doesn’t believe all I’ve said to you just now, the public will, and you will be ashamed.", "pos": 1521518}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "That’s as much as to say, ‘It’s always worth while speaking to a sensible man,’ eh?", "pos": 1521622}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You hit the mark, indeed. And you’d better be sensible.", "pos": 1521722}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "It’s not that he’s laid up, but he seems not himself, and he even told us to take the tea away; he wouldn’t have any.", "pos": 1532590}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why, does he make a row?", "pos": 1532710}
{"speaker": "Marya Kondratyevna", "text": "Oh, dear, no, quite the contrary, he’s very quiet. Only please don’t talk to him too long,", "pos": 1532758}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why, you really are ill? I won’t keep you long, I won’t even take off my coat. Where can one sit down? Why do you look at me without speaking? I’ve only come with one question, and I swear I won’t go without an answer. Has the young lady, Katerina Ivanovna, been with you?", "pos": 1533680}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Nothing.", "pos": 1534228}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What do you mean by ‘nothing’?", "pos": 1534239}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Yes, she has. It’s no matter to you. Let me alone.", "pos": 1534272}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, I won’t let you alone. Tell me, when was she here?", "pos": 1534324}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why, I’d quite forgotten about her. You seem very ill yourself, your face is sunken; you don’t look like yourself,", "pos": 1534381}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Never mind my health, tell me what I ask you.", "pos": 1534722}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "But why are your eyes so yellow? The whites are quite yellow. Are you so worried?", "pos": 1534770}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Listen; I’ve told you I won’t go away without an answer!", "pos": 1534910}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why do you keep pestering me? Why do you torment me?", "pos": 1535002}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Damn it! I’ve nothing to do with you. Just answer my question and I’ll go away.", "pos": 1535100}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I’ve no answer to give you,", "pos": 1535182}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You may be sure I’ll make you answer!", "pos": 1535249}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Why are you so uneasy? Is this because the trial begins to‐ morrow? Nothing will happen to you; can’t you believe that at last? Go home, go to bed and sleep in peace, don’t be afraid of anything.", "pos": 1535289}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I don’t understand you.... What have I to be afraid of to‐morrow?", "pos": 1535568}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You don’t understand? It’s a strange thing a sensible man should care to play such a farce! I tell you, you’ve nothing to be afraid of. I won’t say anything about you; there’s no proof against you. I say, how your hands are trembling! Why are your fingers moving like that? Go home, you did not murder him.", "pos": 1535777}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I know it was not I,", "pos": 1536357}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Do you?", "pos": 1536393}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Tell me everything, you viper! Tell me everything!", "pos": 1536482}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Well, it was you who murdered him, if that’s it,", "pos": 1536628}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You mean my going away. What you talked about last time?", "pos": 1536787}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You stood before me last time and understood it all, and you understand it now.", "pos": 1536846}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "All I understand is that you are mad.", "pos": 1536928}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Aren’t you tired of it? Here we are face to face; what’s the use of going on keeping up a farce to each other? Are you still trying to throw it all on me, to my face? You murdered him; you are the real murderer, I was only your instrument, your faithful servant, and it was following your words I did it.", "pos": 1536968}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Did it? Why, did you murder him?", "pos": 1537275}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You don’t mean to say you really did not know?", "pos": 1537522}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Do you know, I am afraid that you are a dream, a phantom sitting before me,", "pos": 1537789}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "There’s no phantom here, but only us two and one other. No doubt he is here, that third, between us.", "pos": 1537880}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Who is he? Who is here? What third person?", "pos": 1537983}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "That third is God Himself—Providence. He is the third beside us now. Only don’t look for Him, you won’t find Him.", "pos": 1538112}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "It’s a lie that you killed him! You are mad, or teasing me again!", "pos": 1538228}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Wait a minute,", "pos": 1538530}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Here,", "pos": 1539402}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What is it?", "pos": 1539427}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Kindly look at it. Your hands keep twitching. They are all here, all the three thousand roubles; you need not count them. Take them,", "pos": 1539464}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You frightened me ... with your stocking,", "pos": 1540068}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Can you really not have known till now?", "pos": 1540142}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, I did not know. I kept thinking of Dmitri. Brother, brother! Ach! Listen. Did you kill him alone? With my brother’s help or without?", "pos": 1540212}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "It was only with you, with your help, I killed him, and Dmitri Fyodorovitch is quite innocent.", "pos": 1540398}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "All right, all right. Talk about me later. Why do I keep on trembling? I can’t speak properly.", "pos": 1540495}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You were bold enough then. You said ‘everything was lawful,’ and how frightened you are now. Won’t you have some lemonade? I’ll ask for some at once. It’s very refreshing. Only I must hide this first.", "pos": 1540592}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I won’t have any lemonade. Talk of me later. Sit down and tell me how you did it. Tell me all about it.", "pos": 1541326}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You’d better take off your greatcoat, or you’ll be too hot.", "pos": 1541443}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Speak, please, speak.", "pos": 1541633}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "How it was done? It was done in a most natural way, following your very words.", "pos": 1541744}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Of my words later. Only tell me in detail how you did it. Everything, as it happened. Don’t forget anything. The details, above everything, the details, I beg you.", "pos": 1541846}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You’d gone away, then I fell into the cellar.", "pos": 1542133}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "In a fit or in a sham one?", "pos": 1542181}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "A sham one, naturally. I shammed it all. I went quietly down the steps to the very bottom and lay down quietly, and as I lay down I gave a scream, and struggled, till they carried me out.", "pos": 1542210}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Stay! And were you shamming all along, afterwards, and in the hospital?", "pos": 1542400}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "No, not at all. Next day, in the morning, before they took me to the hospital, I had a real attack and a more violent one than I’ve had for years. For two days I was quite unconscious.", "pos": 1542474}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "All right, all right. Go on.", "pos": 1542661}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "They laid me on the bed. I knew I’d be the other side of the partition, for whenever I was ill, Marfa Ignatyevna used to put me there, near them. She’s always been very kind to me, from my birth up. At night I moaned, but quietly. I kept expecting Dmitri Fyodorovitch to come.", "pos": 1542692}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Expecting him? To come to you?", "pos": 1542971}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Not to me. I expected him to come into the house, for I’d no doubt that he’d come that night, for being without me and getting no news, he’d be sure to come and climb over the fence, as he used to, and do something.", "pos": 1543004}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And if he hadn’t come?", "pos": 1543222}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Then nothing would have happened. I should never have brought myself to it without him.", "pos": 1543247}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "All right, all right ... speak more intelligibly, don’t hurry; above all, don’t leave anything out!", "pos": 1543337}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I expected him to kill Fyodor Pavlovitch. I thought that was certain, for I had prepared him for it ... during the last few days.... He knew about the knocks, that was the chief thing. With his suspiciousness and the fury which had been growing in him all those days, he was bound to get into the house by means of those taps. That was inevitable, so I was expecting him.", "pos": 1543439}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Stay, if he had killed him, he would have taken the money and carried it away; you must have considered that. What would you have got by it afterwards? I don’t see.", "pos": 1543813}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "But he would never have found the money. That was only what I told him, that the money was under the mattress. But that wasn’t true. It had been lying in a box. And afterwards I suggested to Fyodor Pavlovitch, as I was the only person he trusted, to hide the envelope with the notes in the corner behind the ikons, for no one would have guessed that place, especially if they came in a hurry. So that’s where the envelope lay, in the corner behind the ikons. It would have been absurd to keep it under the mattress; the box, anyway, could be locked. But all believe it was under the mattress. A stupid thing to believe. So if Dmitri Fyodorovitch had committed the murder, finding nothing, he would either have run away in a hurry, afraid of every sound, as always happens with murderers, or he would have been arrested. So I could always have clambered up to the ikons and have taken away the money next morning or even that night, and it would have all been put down to Dmitri Fyodorovitch. I could reckon upon that.", "pos": 1544000}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But what if he did not kill him, but only knocked him down?", "pos": 1545020}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "If he did not kill him, of course, I would not have ventured to take the money, and nothing would have happened. But I calculated that he would beat him senseless, and I should have time to take it then, and then I’d make out to Fyodor Pavlovitch that it was no one but Dmitri Fyodorovitch who had taken the money after beating him.", "pos": 1545082}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Stop ... I am getting mixed. Then it was Dmitri after all who killed him; you only took the money?", "pos": 1545417}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "No, he didn’t kill him. Well, I might as well have told you now that he was the murderer.... But I don’t want to lie to you now, because ... because if you really haven’t understood till now, as I see for myself, and are not pretending, so as to throw your guilt on me to my very face, you are still responsible for it all, since you knew of the murder and charged me to do it, and went away knowing all about it. And so I want to prove to your face this evening that you are the only real murderer in the whole affair, and I am not the real murderer, though I did kill him. You are the rightful murderer.", "pos": 1545518}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why, why, am I a murderer? Oh, God! You still mean that Tchermashnya? Stay, tell me, why did you want my consent, if you really took Tchermashnya for consent? How will you explain that now?", "pos": 1546126}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Assured of your consent, I should have known that you wouldn’t have made an outcry over those three thousand being lost, even if I’d been suspected, instead of Dmitri Fyodorovitch, or as his accomplice; on the contrary, you would have protected me from others.... And when you got your inheritance you would have rewarded me when you were able, all the rest of your life. For you’d have received your inheritance through me, seeing that if he had married Agrafena Alexandrovna, you wouldn’t have had a farthing.", "pos": 1546456}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Ah! Then you intended to worry me all my life afterwards. And what if I hadn’t gone away then, but had informed against you?", "pos": 1546970}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "What could you have informed? That I persuaded you to go to Tchermashnya? That’s all nonsense. Besides, after our conversation you would either have gone away or have stayed. If you had stayed, nothing would have happened. I should have known that you didn’t want it done, and should have attempted nothing. As you went away, it meant you assured me that you wouldn’t dare to inform against me at the trial, and that you’d overlook my having the three thousand. And, indeed, you couldn’t have prosecuted me afterwards, because then I should have told it all in the court; that is, not that I had stolen the money or killed him—I shouldn’t have said that—but that you’d put me up to the theft and the murder, though I didn’t consent to it. That’s why I needed your consent, so that you couldn’t have cornered me afterwards, for what proof could you have had? I could always have cornered you, revealing your eagerness for your father’s death, and I tell you the public would have believed it all, and you would have been ashamed for the rest of your life.", "pos": 1547113}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Was I then so eager, was I?", "pos": 1548170}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "To be sure you were, and by your consent you silently sanctioned my doing it.", "pos": 1548220}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Go on. Tell me what happened that night.", "pos": 1548473}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "What more is there to tell! I lay there and I thought I heard the master shout. And before that Grigory Vassilyevitch had suddenly got up and came out, and he suddenly gave a scream, and then all was silence and darkness. I lay there waiting, my heart beating; I couldn’t bear it. I got up at last, went out. I saw the window open on the left into the garden, and I stepped to the left to listen whether he was sitting there alive, and I heard the master moving about, sighing, so I knew he was alive. ‘Ech!’ I thought. I went to the window and shouted to the master, ‘It’s I.’ And he shouted to me, ‘He’s been, he’s been; he’s run away.’ He meant Dmitri Fyodorovitch had been. ‘He’s killed Grigory!’ ‘Where?’ I whispered. ‘There, in the corner,’ he pointed. He was whispering, too. ‘Wait a bit,’ I said. I went to the corner of the garden to look, and there I came upon Grigory Vassilyevitch lying by the wall, covered with blood, senseless. So it’s true that Dmitri Fyodorovitch has been here, was the thought that came into my head, and I determined on the spot to make an end of it, as Grigory Vassilyevitch, even if he were alive, would see nothing of it, as he lay there senseless. The only risk was that Marfa Ignatyevna might wake up. I felt that at the moment, but the longing to get it done came over me, till I could scarcely breathe. I went back to the window to the master and said, ‘She’s here, she’s come; Agrafena Alexandrovna has come, wants to be let in.’ And he started like a baby. ‘Where is she?’ he fairly gasped, but couldn’t believe it. ‘She’s standing there,’ said I. ‘Open.’ He looked out of the window at me, half believing and half distrustful, but afraid to open. ‘Why, he is afraid of me now,’ I thought. And it was funny. I bethought me to knock on the window‐frame those taps we’d agreed upon as a signal that Grushenka had come, in his presence, before his eyes. He didn’t seem to believe my word, but as soon as he heard the taps, he ran at once to open the door. He opened it. I would have gone in, but he stood in the way to prevent me passing. ‘Where is she? Where is she?’ He looked at me, all of a tremble. ‘Well,’ thought I, ‘if he’s so frightened of me as all that, it’s a bad look out!’ And my legs went weak with fright that he wouldn’t let me in or would call out, or Marfa Ignatyevna would run up, or something else might happen. I don’t remember now, but I must have stood pale, facing him. I whispered to him, ‘Why, she’s there, there, under the window; how is it you don’t see her?’ I said. ‘Bring her then, bring her.’ ‘She’s afraid,’ said I; ‘she was frightened at the noise, she’s hidden in the bushes; go and call to her yourself from the study.’ He ran to the window, put the candle in the window. ‘Grushenka,’ he cried, ‘Grushenka, are you here?’ Though he cried that, he didn’t want to lean out of the window, he didn’t want to move away from me, for he was panic‐stricken; he was so frightened he didn’t dare to turn his back on me. ‘Why, here she is,’ said I. I went up to the window and leaned right out of it. ‘Here she is; she’s in the bush, laughing at you, don’t you see her?’ He suddenly believed it; he was all of a shake—he was awfully crazy about her—and he leaned right out of the window. I snatched up that iron paper‐weight from his table; do you remember, weighing about three pounds? I swung it and hit him on the top of the skull with the corner of it. He didn’t even cry out. He only sank down suddenly, and I hit him again and a third time. And the third time I knew I’d broken his skull. He suddenly rolled on his back, face upwards, covered with blood. I looked round. There was no blood on me, not a spot. I wiped the paper‐weight, put it back, went up to the ikons, took the money out of the envelope, and flung the envelope on the floor and the pink ribbon beside it. I went out into the garden all of a tremble, straight to the apple‐tree with a hollow in it—you know that hollow. I’d marked it long before and put a rag and a piece of paper ready in it. I wrapped all the notes in the rag and stuffed it deep down in the hole. And there it stayed for over a fortnight. I took it out later, when I came out of the hospital. I went back to my bed, lay down and thought, ‘If Grigory Vassilyevitch has been killed outright it may be a bad job for me, but if he is not killed and recovers, it will be first‐rate, for then he’ll bear witness that Dmitri Fyodorovitch has been here, and so he must have killed him and taken the money.’ Then I began groaning with suspense and impatience, so as to wake Marfa Ignatyevna as soon as possible. At last she got up and she rushed to me, but when she saw Grigory Vassilyevitch was not there, she ran out, and I heard her scream in the garden. And that set it all going and set my mind at rest. Ech! It’s I. He’s been, he’s been; he’s run away. He’s killed Grigory! Where?", "pos": 1548526}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "There, in the corner,", "pos": 1549250}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Wait a bit,", "pos": 1549310}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "So it’s true that Dmitri Fyodorovitch has been here,", "pos": 1549469}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "She’s here, she’s come; Agrafena Alexandrovna has come, wants to be let in. Where is she?", "pos": 1549923}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She’s standing there,", "pos": 1550088}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Open. Why, he is afraid of me now,", "pos": 1550120}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Where is she? Where is she?", "pos": 1550608}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "if he’s so frightened of me as all that, it’s a bad look out!", "pos": 1550692}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, she’s there, there, under the window; how is it you don’t see her?", "pos": 1550984}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Bring her then, bring her.", "pos": 1551066}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She’s afraid,", "pos": 1551095}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "she was frightened at the noise, she’s hidden in the bushes; go and call to her yourself from the study.", "pos": 1551119}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Grushenka. Grushenka, are you here? Why, here she is. Here she is; she’s in the bush, laughing at you, don’t you see her?", "pos": 1551278}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "If Grigory Vassilyevitch has been killed outright it may be a bad job for me, but if he is not killed and recovers, it will be first‐rate, for then he’ll bear witness that Dmitri Fyodorovitch has been here, and so he must have killed him and taken the money.", "pos": 1552776}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Stay. What about the door? If he only opened the door to you, how could Grigory have seen it open before? For Grigory saw it before you went.", "pos": 1553743}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "As for that door and Grigory Vassilyevitch’s having seen it open, that’s only his fancy. He is not a man, I assure you, but an obstinate mule. He didn’t see it, but fancied he had seen it, and there’s no shaking him. It’s just our luck he took that notion into his head, for they can’t fail to convict Dmitri Fyodorovitch after that.", "pos": 1554193}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Listen ... Listen. There are a lot of questions I want to ask you, but I forget them ... I keep forgetting and getting mixed up. Yes. Tell me this at least, why did you open the envelope and leave it there on the floor? Why didn’t you simply carry off the envelope?... When you were telling me, I thought you spoke about it as though it were the right thing to do ... but why, I can’t understand....", "pos": 1554566}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I did that for a good reason. For if a man had known all about it, as I did for instance, if he’d seen those notes before, and perhaps had put them in that envelope himself, and had seen the envelope sealed up and addressed, with his own eyes, if such a man had done the murder, what should have made him tear open the envelope afterwards, especially in such desperate haste, since he’d know for certain the notes must be in the envelope? No, if the robber had been some one like me, he’d simply have put the envelope straight in his pocket and got away with it as fast as he could. But it’d be quite different with Dmitri Fyodorovitch. He only knew about the envelope by hearsay; he had never seen it, and if he’d found it, for instance, under the mattress, he’d have torn it open as quickly as possible to make sure the notes were in it. And he’d have thrown the envelope down, without having time to think that it would be evidence against him. Because he was not an habitual thief and had never directly stolen anything before, for he is a gentleman born, and if he did bring himself to steal, it would not be regular stealing, but simply taking what was his own, for he’d told the whole town he meant to before, and had even bragged aloud before every one that he’d go and take his property from Fyodor Pavlovitch. I didn’t say that openly to the prosecutor when I was being examined, but quite the contrary, I brought him to it by a hint, as though I didn’t see it myself, and as though he’d thought of it himself and I hadn’t prompted him; so that Mr. Prosecutor’s mouth positively watered at my suggestion.", "pos": 1555057}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But can you possibly have thought of all that on the spot?", "pos": 1556674}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Mercy on us! Could any one think of it all in such a desperate hurry? It was all thought out beforehand.", "pos": 1556817}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well ... well, it was the devil helped you! No, you are not a fool, you are far cleverer than I thought.... Listen, you miserable, contemptible creature! Don’t you understand that if I haven’t killed you, it’s simply because I am keeping you to answer to‐morrow at the trial. God sees, perhaps I, too, was guilty; perhaps I really had a secret desire for my father’s ... death, but I swear I was not as guilty as you think, and perhaps I didn’t urge you on at all. No, no, I didn’t urge you on! But no matter, I will give evidence against myself to‐morrow at the trial. I’m determined to! I shall tell everything, everything. But we’ll make our appearance together. And whatever you may say against me at the trial, whatever evidence you give, I’ll face it; I am not afraid of you. I’ll confirm it all myself! But you must confess, too! You must, you must; we’ll go together. That’s how it shall be!", "pos": 1556924}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You are ill, I see; you are quite ill. Your eyes are yellow,", "pos": 1558330}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "We’ll go together. And if you won’t go, no matter, I’ll go alone.", "pos": 1558472}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "There’ll be nothing of the sort, and you won’t go,", "pos": 1558596}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You don’t understand me,", "pos": 1558682}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "You’ll be too much ashamed, if you confess it all. And, what’s more, it will be no use at all, for I shall say straight out that I never said anything of the sort to you, and that you are either ill (and it looks like it, too), or that you’re so sorry for your brother that you are sacrificing yourself to save him and have invented it all against me, for you’ve always thought no more of me than if I’d been a fly. And who will believe you, and what single proof have you got?", "pos": 1558739}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Listen, you showed me those notes just now to convince me.", "pos": 1559219}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Take that money away with you,", "pos": 1559346}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Of course, I shall take it. But why do you give it to me, if you committed the murder for the sake of it?", "pos": 1559398}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "I don’t want it. I did have an idea of beginning a new life with that money in Moscow or, better still, abroad. I did dream of it, chiefly because ‘all things are lawful.’ That was quite right what you taught me, for you talked a lot to me about that. For if there’s no everlasting God, there’s no such thing as virtue, and there’s no need of it. You were right there. So that’s how I looked at it.", "pos": 1559546}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Did you come to that of yourself?", "pos": 1560019}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "With your guidance.", "pos": 1560085}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And now, I suppose, you believe in God, since you are giving back the money?", "pos": 1560107}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "No, I don’t believe,", "pos": 1560186}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Then why are you giving it back?", "pos": 1560231}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Leave off ... that’s enough! You used to say yourself that everything was lawful, so now why are you so upset, too? You even want to go and give evidence against yourself.... Only there’ll be nothing of the sort! You won’t go to give evidence,", "pos": 1560266}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You’ll see,", "pos": 1560583}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "It isn’t possible. You are very clever. You are fond of money, I know that. You like to be respected, too, for you’re very proud; you are far too fond of female charms, too, and you mind most of all about living in undisturbed comfort, without having to depend on any one—that’s what you care most about. You won’t want to spoil your life for ever by taking such a disgrace on yourself. You are like Fyodor Pavlovitch, you are more like him than any of his children; you’ve the same soul as he had.", "pos": 1560608}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You are not a fool. You are serious now!", "pos": 1561109}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "It was your pride made you think I was a fool. Take the money.", "pos": 1561284}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I shall show them at the court to‐morrow,", "pos": 1561446}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Nobody will believe you, as you’ve plenty of money of your own; you may simply have taken it out of your cash‐box and brought it to the court.", "pos": 1561499}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I repeat, the only reason I haven’t killed you is that I need you for to‐morrow, remember that, don’t forget it!", "pos": 1561669}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Well. Well, kill me. Kill me now. You won’t dare do that even! You won’t dare to do anything, you, who used to be so bold!", "pos": 1561795}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Till to‐morrow,", "pos": 1562005}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Stay a moment.... Show me those notes again. Well, you can go. Ivan Fyodorovitch!", "pos": 1562056}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What do you want?", "pos": 1562296}
{"speaker": "Smerdyakov", "text": "Good‐by!", "pos": 1562346}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Till to‐morrow! It’s something physical, and now it will not be changed,", "pos": 1562357}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "If I had not taken my decision so firmly for to‐morrow. I should not have stayed a whole hour to look after the peasant, but should have passed by, without caring about his being frozen. I am quite capable of watching myself, by the way, although they have decided that I am going out of my mind! Everything together to‐morrow!", "pos": 1563663}
{"speaker": "Doctor", "text": "Hallucinations are quite likely in your condition, though it would be better to verify them ... you must take steps at once, without a moment’s delay, or things will go badly with you.", "pos": 1566784}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I am walking about, so I am strong enough, if I drop, it’ll be different then, any one may nurse me who likes,", "pos": 1567080}
{"speaker": "visitor", "text": "I say, excuse me, I only mention it to remind you. You went to Smerdyakov’s to find out about Katerina Ivanovna, but you came away without finding out anything about her, you probably forgot—", "pos": 1570476}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Ah, yes. Yes, I’d forgotten ... but it doesn’t matter now, never mind, till to‐morrow, and you. I should have remembered that myself in a minute, for that was just what was tormenting me! Why do you interfere, as if I should believe that you prompted me, and that I didn’t remember it of myself?", "pos": 1570690}
{"speaker": "gentleman", "text": "Don’t believe it then, what’s the good of believing against your will? Besides, proofs are no help to believing, especially material proofs. Thomas believed, not because he saw Christ risen, but because he wanted to believe, before he saw. Look at the spiritualists, for instance.... I am very fond of them ... only fancy, they imagine that they are serving the cause of religion, because the devils show them their horns from the other world. That, they say, is a material proof, so to speak, of the existence of another world. The other world and material proofs, what next! And if you come to that, does proving there’s a devil prove that there’s a God? I want to join an idealist society, I’ll lead the opposition in it, I’ll say I am a realist, but not a materialist, he he!", "pos": 1571110}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Listen. I seem to be delirious.... I am delirious, in fact, talk any nonsense you like, I don’t care! You won’t drive me to fury, as you did last time. But I feel somehow ashamed.... I want to walk about the room.... I sometimes don’t see you and don’t even hear your voice as I did last time, but I always guess what you are prating, for it’s I, I myself speaking, not you. Only I don’t know whether I was dreaming last time or whether I really saw you. I’ll wet a towel and put it on my head and perhaps you’ll vanish into air.", "pos": 1571932}
{"speaker": "visitor", "text": "I am so glad you treat me so familiarly,", "pos": 1572633}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Fool, do you suppose I should stand on ceremony with you? I am in good spirits now, though I’ve a pain in my forehead ... and in the top of my head ... only please don’t talk philosophy, as you did last time. If you can’t take yourself off, talk of something amusing. Talk gossip, you are a poor relation, you ought to talk gossip. What a nightmare to have! But I am not afraid of you. I’ll get the better of you. I won’t be taken to a mad‐house!", "pos": 1572695}
{"speaker": "visitor", "text": "C’est charmant, poor relation. Yes, I am in my natural shape. For what am I on earth but a poor relation? By the way, I am listening to you and am rather surprised to find you are actually beginning to take me for something real, not simply your fancy, as you persisted in declaring last time—", "pos": 1573160}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Never for one minute have I taken you for reality. You are a lie, you are my illness, you are a phantom. It’s only that I don’t know how to destroy you and I see I must suffer for a time. You are my hallucination. You are the incarnation of myself, but only of one side of me ... of my thoughts and feelings, but only the nastiest and stupidest of them. From that point of view you might be of interest to me, if only I had time to waste on you—", "pos": 1573456}
{"speaker": "gentleman", "text": "Excuse me, excuse me, I’ll catch you. When you flew out at Alyosha under the lamp‐post this evening and shouted to him, ‘You learnt it from him! How do you know that he visits me?’ you were thinking of me then. So for one brief moment you did believe that I really exist,", "pos": 1573938}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, that was a moment of weakness ... but I couldn’t believe in you. I don’t know whether I was asleep or awake last time. Perhaps I was only dreaming then and didn’t see you really at all—", "pos": 1574243}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And why were you so surly with Alyosha just now? He is a dear; I’ve treated him badly over Father Zossima.", "pos": 1574436}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Don’t talk of Alyosha! How dare you, you flunkey!", "pos": 1574545}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You scold me, but you laugh—that’s a good sign. But you are ever so much more polite than you were last time and I know why: that great resolution of yours—", "pos": 1574617}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Don’t speak of my resolution,", "pos": 1574776}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I understand, I understand, c’est noble, c’est charmant, you are going to defend your brother and to sacrifice yourself ... C’est chevaleresque.", "pos": 1574830}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Hold your tongue, I’ll kick you!", "pos": 1574977}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I shan’t be altogether sorry, for then my object will be attained. If you kick me, you must believe in my reality, for people don’t kick ghosts. Joking apart, it doesn’t matter to me, scold if you like, though it’s better to be a trifle more polite even to me. ‘Fool, flunkey!’ what words!", "pos": 1575012}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Scolding you, I scold myself, you are myself, myself, only with a different face. You just say what I am thinking ... and are incapable of saying anything new!", "pos": 1575304}
{"speaker": "gentleman", "text": "If I am like you in my way of thinking, it’s all to my credit,", "pos": 1575488}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You choose out only my worst thoughts, and what’s more, the stupid ones. You are stupid and vulgar. You are awfully stupid. No, I can’t put up with you! What am I to do, what am I to do?", "pos": 1575604}
{"speaker": "visitor", "text": "My dear friend, above all things I want to behave like a gentleman and to be recognized as such. I am poor, but ... I won’t say very honest, but ... it’s an axiom generally accepted in society that I am a fallen angel. I certainly can’t conceive how I can ever have been an angel. If I ever was, it must have been so long ago that there’s no harm in forgetting it. Now I only prize the reputation of being a gentlemanly person and live as I can, trying to make myself agreeable. I love men genuinely, I’ve been greatly calumniated! Here when I stay with you from time to time, my life gains a kind of reality and that’s what I like most of all. You see, like you, I suffer from the fantastic and so I love the realism of earth. Here, with you, everything is circumscribed, here all is formulated and geometrical, while we have nothing but indeterminate equations! I wander about here dreaming. I like dreaming. Besides, on earth I become superstitious. Please don’t laugh, that’s just what I like, to become superstitious. I adopt all your habits here: I’ve grown fond of going to the public baths, would you believe it? and I go and steam myself with merchants and priests. What I dream of is becoming incarnate once for all and irrevocably in the form of some merchant’s wife weighing eighteen stone, and of believing all she believes. My ideal is to go to church and offer a candle in simple‐hearted faith, upon my word it is. Then there would be an end to my sufferings. I like being doctored too; in the spring there was an outbreak of smallpox and I went and was vaccinated in a foundling hospital—if only you knew how I enjoyed myself that day. I subscribed ten roubles in the cause of the Slavs!... But you are not listening. Do you know, you are not at all well this evening? I know you went yesterday to that doctor ... well, what about your health? What did the doctor say?", "pos": 1575831}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Fool!", "pos": 1577820}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But you are clever, anyway. You are scolding again? I didn’t ask out of sympathy. You needn’t answer. Now rheumatism has come in again—", "pos": 1577846}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Fool!", "pos": 1577984}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You keep saying the same thing; but I had such an attack of rheumatism last year that I remember it to this day.", "pos": 1578007}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "The devil have rheumatism!", "pos": 1578122}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why not, if I sometimes put on fleshly form? I put on fleshly form and I take the consequences. Satan sum et nihil humanum a me alienum puto.", "pos": 1578151}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What, what, Satan sum et nihil humanum ... that’s not bad for the devil!", "pos": 1578295}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I am glad I’ve pleased you at last.", "pos": 1578370}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "But you didn’t get that from me. That never entered my head, that’s strange.", "pos": 1578408}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "C’est du nouveau, n’est‐ce pas? This time I’ll act honestly and explain to you. Listen, in dreams and especially in nightmares, from indigestion or anything, a man sees sometimes such artistic visions, such complex and real actuality, such events, even a whole world of events, woven into such a plot, with such unexpected details from the most exalted matters to the last button on a cuff, as I swear Leo Tolstoy has never invented. Yet such dreams are sometimes seen not by writers, but by the most ordinary people, officials, journalists, priests.... The subject is a complete enigma. A statesman confessed to me, indeed, that all his best ideas came to him when he was asleep. Well, that’s how it is now, though I am your hallucination, yet just as in a nightmare, I say original things which had not entered your head before. So I don’t repeat your ideas, yet I am only your nightmare, nothing more.", "pos": 1578528}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You are lying, your aim is to convince me you exist apart and are not my nightmare, and now you are asserting you are a dream.", "pos": 1579435}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My dear fellow, I’ve adopted a special method to‐day, I’ll explain it to you afterwards. Stay, where did I break off? Oh, yes! I caught cold then, only not here but yonder.", "pos": 1579564}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Where is yonder? Tell me, will you be here long? Can’t you go away?", "pos": 1579739}
{"speaker": "gentleman", "text": "Your nerves are out of order. You are angry with me even for being able to catch cold, though it happened in a most natural way. I was hurrying then to a diplomatic soirée at the house of a lady of high rank in Petersburg, who was aiming at influence in the Ministry. Well, an evening suit, white tie, gloves, though I was God knows where and had to fly through space to reach your earth.... Of course, it took only an instant, but you know a ray of light from the sun takes full eight minutes, and fancy in an evening suit and open waistcoat. Spirits don’t freeze, but when one’s in fleshly form, well ... in brief, I didn’t think, and set off, and you know in those ethereal spaces, in the water that is above the firmament, there’s such a frost ... at least one can’t call it frost, you can fancy, 150 degrees below zero! You know the game the village girls play—they invite the unwary to lick an ax in thirty degrees of frost, the tongue instantly freezes to it and the dupe tears the skin off, so it bleeds. But that’s only in 30 degrees, in 150 degrees I imagine it would be enough to put your finger on the ax and it would be the end of it ... if only there could be an ax there.", "pos": 1580058}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And can there be an ax there?", "pos": 1581327}
{"speaker": "guest", "text": "An ax?", "pos": 1581515}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, what would become of an ax there?", "pos": 1581559}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What would become of an ax in space? Quelle idée! If it were to fall to any distance, it would begin, I think, flying round the earth without knowing why, like a satellite. The astronomers would calculate the rising and the setting of the ax, Gatzuk would put it in his calendar, that’s all.", "pos": 1581668}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You are stupid, awfully stupid. Fib more cleverly or I won’t listen. You want to get the better of me by realism, to convince me that you exist, but I don’t want to believe you exist! I won’t believe it!", "pos": 1581962}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But I am not fibbing, it’s all the truth; the truth is unhappily hardly ever amusing. I see you persist in expecting something big of me, and perhaps something fine. That’s a great pity, for I only give what I can—", "pos": 1582191}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Don’t talk philosophy, you ass!", "pos": 1582408}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Philosophy, indeed, when all my right side is numb and I am moaning and groaning. I’ve tried all the medical faculty: they can diagnose beautifully, they have the whole of your disease at their finger‐tips, but they’ve no idea how to cure you. There was an enthusiastic little student here, ‘You may die,’ said he, ‘but you’ll know perfectly what disease you are dying of!’ And then what a way they have sending people to specialists! ‘We only diagnose,’ they say, ‘but go to such‐and‐such a specialist, he’ll cure you.’ The old doctor who used to cure all sorts of disease has completely disappeared, I assure you, now there are only specialists and they all advertise in the newspapers. If anything is wrong with your nose, they send you to Paris: there, they say, is a European specialist who cures noses. If you go to Paris, he’ll look at your nose; I can only cure your right nostril, he’ll tell you, for I don’t cure the left nostril, that’s not my speciality, but go to Vienna, there there’s a specialist who will cure your left nostril. What are you to do? I fell back on popular remedies, a German doctor advised me to rub myself with honey and salt in the bath‐house. Solely to get an extra bath I went, smeared myself all over and it did me no good at all. In despair I wrote to Count Mattei in Milan. He sent me a book and some drops, bless him, and, only fancy, Hoff’s malt extract cured me! I bought it by accident, drank a bottle and a half of it, and I was ready to dance, it took it away completely. I made up my mind to write to the papers to thank him, I was prompted by a feeling of gratitude, and only fancy, it led to no end of a bother: not a single paper would take my letter. ‘It would be very reactionary,’ they said, ‘no one will believe it. Le diable n’existe point. You’d better remain anonymous,’ they advised me. What use is a letter of thanks if it’s anonymous? I laughed with the men at the newspaper office; ‘It’s reactionary to believe in God in our days,’ I said, ‘but I am the devil, so I may be believed in.’ ‘We quite understand that,’ they said. ‘Who doesn’t believe in the devil? Yet it won’t do, it might injure our reputation. As a joke, if you like.’ But I thought as a joke it wouldn’t be very witty. So it wasn’t printed. And do you know, I have felt sore about it to this day. My best feelings, gratitude, for instance, are literally denied me simply from my social position.", "pos": 1582441}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Philosophical reflections again?", "pos": 1584866}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "God preserve me from it, but one can’t help complaining sometimes. I am a slandered man. You upbraid me every moment with being stupid. One can see you are young. My dear fellow, intelligence isn’t the only thing! I have naturally a kind and merry heart. ‘I also write vaudevilles of all sorts.’ You seem to take me for Hlestakov grown old, but my fate is a far more serious one. Before time was, by some decree which I could never make out, I was pre‐destined ‘to deny’ and yet I am genuinely good‐hearted and not at all inclined to negation. ‘No, you must go and deny, without denial there’s no criticism and what would a journal be without a column of criticism?’ Without criticism it would be nothing but one ‘hosannah.’ But nothing but hosannah is not enough for life, the hosannah must be tried in the crucible of doubt and so on, in the same style. But I don’t meddle in that, I didn’t create it, I am not answerable for it. Well, they’ve chosen their scapegoat, they’ve made me write the column of criticism and so life was made possible. We understand that comedy; I, for instance, simply ask for annihilation. No, live, I am told, for there’d be nothing without you. If everything in the universe were sensible, nothing would happen. There would be no events without you, and there must be events. So against the grain I serve to produce events and do what’s irrational because I am commanded to. For all their indisputable intelligence, men take this farce as something serious, and that is their tragedy. They suffer, of course ... but then they live, they live a real life, not a fantastic one, for suffering is life. Without suffering what would be the pleasure of it? It would be transformed into an endless church service; it would be holy, but tedious. But what about me? I suffer, but still, I don’t live. I am x in an indeterminate equation. I am a sort of phantom in life who has lost all beginning and end, and who has even forgotten his own name. You are laughing— no, you are not laughing, you are angry again. You are for ever angry, all you care about is intelligence, but I repeat again that I would give away all this super‐stellar life, all the ranks and honors, simply to be transformed into the soul of a merchant’s wife weighing eighteen stone and set candles at God’s shrine.", "pos": 1584927}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Then even you don’t believe in God?", "pos": 1587237}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What can I say?—that is, if you are in earnest—", "pos": 1587310}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Is there a God or not?", "pos": 1587360}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Ah, then you are in earnest! My dear fellow, upon my word I don’t know. There! I’ve said it now!", "pos": 1587428}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You don’t know, but you see God? No, you are not some one apart, you are myself, you are I and nothing more! You are rubbish, you are my fancy!", "pos": 1587527}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, if you like, I have the same philosophy as you, that would be true. Je pense, donc je suis, I know that for a fact; all the rest, all these worlds, God and even Satan—all that is not proved, to my mind. Does all that exist of itself, or is it only an emanation of myself, a logical development of my ego which alone has existed for ever: but I make haste to stop, for I believe you will be jumping up to beat me directly.", "pos": 1587673}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You’d better tell me some anecdote!", "pos": 1588103}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "There is an anecdote precisely on our subject, or rather a legend, not an anecdote. You reproach me with unbelief, you see, yet you don’t believe. But, my dear fellow, I am not the only one like that. We are all in a muddle over there now and all through your science. Once there used to be atoms, five senses, four elements, and then everything hung together somehow. There were atoms in the ancient world even, but since we’ve learned that you’ve discovered the chemical molecule and protoplasm and the devil knows what, we had to lower our crest. There’s a regular muddle, and, above all, superstition, scandal; there’s as much scandal among us as among you, you know; a little more in fact, and spying, indeed, for we have our secret police department where private information is received. Well, this wild legend belongs to our middle ages—not yours, but ours—and no one believes it even among us, except the old ladies of eighteen stone, not your old ladies I mean, but ours. We’ve everything you have, I am revealing one of our secrets out of friendship for you; though it’s forbidden. This legend is about Paradise. There was, they say, here on earth a thinker and philosopher. He rejected everything, ‘laws, conscience, faith,’ and, above all, the future life. He died; he expected to go straight to darkness and death and he found a future life before him. He was astounded and indignant. ‘This is against my principles!’ he said. And he was punished for that ... that is, you must excuse me, I am just repeating what I heard myself, it’s only a legend ... he was sentenced to walk a quadrillion kilometers in the dark (we’ve adopted the metric system, you know) and when he has finished that quadrillion, the gates of heaven would be opened to him and he’ll be forgiven—", "pos": 1588162}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "And what tortures have you in the other world besides the quadrillion kilometers?", "pos": 1589955}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What tortures? Ah, don’t ask. In old days we had all sorts, but now they have taken chiefly to moral punishments—‘the stings of conscience’ and all that nonsense. We got that, too, from you, from the softening of your manners. And who’s the better for it? Only those who have got no conscience, for how can they be tortured by conscience when they have none? But decent people who have conscience and a sense of honor suffer for it. Reforms, when the ground has not been prepared for them, especially if they are institutions copied from abroad, do nothing but mischief! The ancient fire was better. Well, this man, who was condemned to the quadrillion kilometers, stood still, looked round and lay down across the road. ‘I won’t go, I refuse on principle!’ Take the soul of an enlightened Russian atheist and mix it with the soul of the prophet Jonah, who sulked for three days and nights in the belly of the whale, and you get the character of that thinker who lay across the road.", "pos": 1590077}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What did he lie on there?", "pos": 1591063}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, I suppose there was something to lie on. You are not laughing?", "pos": 1591091}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Bravo!", "pos": 1591162}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That’s the point, that he isn’t. He lay there almost a thousand years and then he got up and went on.", "pos": 1591304}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What an ass!", "pos": 1591408}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Much more than that. I haven’t got a pencil and paper or I could work it out. But he got there long ago, and that’s where the story begins.", "pos": 1591648}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "What, he got there? But how did he get the billion years to do it?", "pos": 1591790}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, you keep thinking of our present earth! But our present earth may have been repeated a billion times. Why, it’s become extinct, been frozen; cracked, broken to bits, disintegrated into its elements, again ‘the water above the firmament,’ then again a comet, again a sun, again from the sun it becomes earth—and the same sequence may have been repeated endlessly and exactly the same to every detail, most unseemly and insufferably tedious—", "pos": 1591859}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, well, what happened when he arrived?", "pos": 1592306}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, the moment the gates of Paradise were open and he walked in, before he had been there two seconds, by his watch (though to my thinking his watch must have long dissolved into its elements on the way), he cried out that those two seconds were worth walking not a quadrillion kilometers but a quadrillion of quadrillions, raised to the quadrillionth power! In fact, he sang ‘hosannah’ and overdid it so, that some persons there of lofty ideas wouldn’t shake hands with him at first—he’d become too rapidly reactionary, they said. The Russian temperament. I repeat, it’s a legend. I give it for what it’s worth. So that’s the sort of ideas we have on such subjects even now.", "pos": 1592351}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I’ve caught you! That anecdote about the quadrillion years, I made up myself! I was seventeen then, I was at the high school. I made up that anecdote and told it to a schoolfellow called Korovkin, it was at Moscow.... The anecdote is so characteristic that I couldn’t have taken it from anywhere. I thought I’d forgotten it ... but I’ve unconsciously recalled it—I recalled it myself—it was not you telling it! Thousands of things are unconsciously remembered like that even when people are being taken to execution ... it’s come back to me in a dream. You are that dream! You are a dream, not a living creature!", "pos": 1593030}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "From the vehemence with which you deny my existence, I am convinced that you believe in me.", "pos": 1593753}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Not in the slightest! I haven’t a hundredth part of a grain of faith in you!", "pos": 1593872}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But you have the thousandth of a grain. Homeopathic doses perhaps are the strongest. Confess that you have faith even to the ten‐thousandth of a grain.", "pos": 1593951}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Not for one minute,", "pos": 1594105}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Aha! There’s an admission! But I am good‐natured. I’ll come to your assistance again. Listen, it was I caught you, not you me. I told you your anecdote you’d forgotten, on purpose, so as to destroy your faith in me completely.", "pos": 1594208}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You are lying. The object of your visit is to convince me of your existence!", "pos": 1594437}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Just so. But hesitation, suspense, conflict between belief and disbelief—is sometimes such torture to a conscientious man, such as you are, that it’s better to hang oneself at once. Knowing that you are inclined to believe in me, I administered some disbelief by telling you that anecdote. I lead you to belief and disbelief by turns, and I have my motive in it. It’s the new method. As soon as you disbelieve in me completely, you’ll begin assuring me to my face that I am not a dream but a reality. I know you. Then I shall have attained my object, which is an honorable one. I shall sow in you only a tiny grain of faith and it will grow into an oak‐tree—and such an oak‐tree that, sitting on it, you will long to enter the ranks of ‘the hermits in the wilderness and the saintly women,’ for that is what you are secretly longing for. You’ll dine on locusts, you’ll wander into the wilderness to save your soul!", "pos": 1594516}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Then it’s for the salvation of my soul you are working, is it, you scoundrel?", "pos": 1595433}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "One must do a good work sometimes. How ill‐humored you are!", "pos": 1595513}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Fool! did you ever tempt those holy men who ate locusts and prayed seventeen years in the wilderness till they were overgrown with moss?", "pos": 1595575}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My dear fellow, I’ve done nothing else. One forgets the whole world and all the worlds, and sticks to one such saint, because he is a very precious diamond. One such soul, you know, is sometimes worth a whole constellation. We have our system of reckoning, you know. The conquest is priceless! And some of them, on my word, are not inferior to you in culture, though you won’t believe it. They can contemplate such depths of belief and disbelief at the same moment that sometimes it really seems that they are within a hair’s‐breadth of being ‘turned upside down,’ as the actor Gorbunov says.", "pos": 1595714}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, did you get your nose pulled?", "pos": 1596309}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My dear fellow, observed the visitor sententiously, it’s better to get off with your nose pulled than without a nose at all. As an afflicted marquis observed not long ago (he must have been treated by a specialist) in confession to his spiritual father—a Jesuit. I was present, it was simply charming. ‘Give me back my nose!’ he said, and he beat his breast. ‘My son,’ said the priest evasively, ‘all things are accomplished in accordance with the inscrutable decrees of Providence, and what seems a misfortune sometimes leads to extraordinary, though unapparent, benefits. If stern destiny has deprived you of your nose, it’s to your advantage that no one can ever pull you by your nose.’ ‘Holy father, that’s no comfort,’ cried the despairing marquis. ‘I’d be delighted to have my nose pulled every day of my life, if it were only in its proper place.’ ‘My son,’ sighs the priest, ‘you can’t expect every blessing at once. This is murmuring against Providence, who even in this has not forgotten you, for if you repine as you repined just now, declaring you’d be glad to have your nose pulled for the rest of your life, your desire has already been fulfilled indirectly, for when you lost your nose, you were led by the nose.’", "pos": 1596349}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Fool, how stupid!", "pos": 1597581}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My dear friend, I only wanted to amuse you. But I swear that’s the genuine Jesuit casuistry and I swear that it all happened word for word as I’ve told you. It happened lately and gave me a great deal of trouble. The unhappy young man shot himself that very night when he got home. I was by his side till the very last moment. Those Jesuit confessionals are really my most delightful diversion at melancholy moments. Here’s another incident that happened only the other day. A little blonde Norman girl of twenty—a buxom, unsophisticated beauty that would make your mouth water—comes to an old priest. She bends down and whispers her sin into the grating. ‘Why, my daughter, have you fallen again already?’ cries the priest. ‘O Sancta Maria, what do I hear! Not the same man this time, how long is this going on? Aren’t you ashamed!’ ‘Ah, mon père,’ answers the sinner with tears of penitence, ‘ça lui fait tant de plaisir, et à moi si peu de peine!’ Fancy, such an answer! I drew back. It was the cry of nature, better than innocence itself, if you like. I absolved her sin on the spot and was turning to go, but I was forced to turn back. I heard the priest at the grating making an appointment with her for the evening—though he was an old man hard as flint, he fell in an instant! It was nature, the truth of nature asserted its rights! What, you are turning up your nose again? Angry again? I don’t know how to please you—", "pos": 1597613}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Leave me alone, you are beating on my brain like a haunting nightmare,", "pos": 1599043}
{"speaker": "the visitor", "text": "I repeat, moderate your expectations, don’t demand of me ‘everything great and noble’ and you’ll see how well we shall get on,", "pos": 1599274}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "You are really angry with me for not having appeared to you in a red glow, with thunder and lightning, with scorched wings, but have shown myself in such a modest form. You are wounded, in the first place, in your esthetic feelings, and, secondly, in your pride. How could such a vulgar devil visit such a great man as you! Yes, there is that romantic strain in you, that was so derided by Byelinsky. I can’t help it, young man, as I got ready to come to you I did think as a joke of appearing in the figure of a retired general who had served in the Caucasus, with a star of the Lion and the Sun on my coat. But I was positively afraid of doing it, for you’d have thrashed me for daring to pin the Lion and the Sun on my coat, instead of, at least, the Polar Star or the Sirius. And you keep on saying I am stupid, but, mercy on us! I make no claim to be equal to you in intelligence. Mephistopheles declared to Faust that he desired evil, but did only good. Well, he can say what he likes, it’s quite the opposite with me. I am perhaps the one man in all creation who loves the truth and genuinely desires good. I was there when the Word, Who died on the Cross, rose up into heaven bearing on His bosom the soul of the penitent thief. I heard the glad shrieks of the cherubim singing and shouting hosannah and the thunderous rapture of the seraphim which shook heaven and all creation, and I swear to you by all that’s sacred, I longed to join the choir and shout hosannah with them all. The word had almost escaped me, had almost broken from my lips ... you know how susceptible and esthetically impressionable I am. But common sense—oh, a most unhappy trait in my character—kept me in due bounds and I let the moment pass! For what would have happened, I reflected, what would have happened after my hosannah? Everything on earth would have been extinguished at once and no events could have occurred. And so, solely from a sense of duty and my social position, I was forced to suppress the good moment and to stick to my nasty task. Somebody takes all the credit of what’s good for Himself, and nothing but nastiness is left for me. But I don’t envy the honor of a life of idle imposture, I am not ambitious. Why am I, of all creatures in the world, doomed to be cursed by all decent people and even to be kicked, for if I put on mortal form I am bound to take such consequences sometimes? I know, of course, there’s a secret in it, but they won’t tell me the secret for anything, for then perhaps, seeing the meaning of it, I might bawl hosannah, and the indispensable minus would disappear at once, and good sense would reign supreme throughout the whole world. And that, of course, would mean the end of everything, even of magazines and newspapers, for who would take them in? I know that at the end of all things I shall be reconciled. I, too, shall walk my quadrillion and learn the secret. But till that happens I am sulking and fulfill my destiny though it’s against the grain—that is, to ruin thousands for the sake of saving one. How many souls have had to be ruined and how many honorable reputations destroyed for the sake of that one righteous man, Job, over whom they made such a fool of me in old days! Yes, till the secret is revealed, there are two sorts of truths for me—one, their truth, yonder, which I know nothing about so far, and the other my own. And there’s no knowing which will turn out the better.... Are you asleep? I might well be. All my stupid ideas—outgrown, thrashed out long ago, and flung aside like a dead carcass—you present to me as something new!", "pos": 1599436}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "There’s no pleasing you! And I thought I should fascinate you by my literary style. That hosannah in the skies really wasn’t bad, was it? And then that ironical tone à la Heine, eh?", "pos": 1603057}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, I was never such a flunkey! How then could my soul beget a flunkey like you?", "pos": 1603241}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "My dear fellow, I know a most charming and attractive young Russian gentleman, a young thinker and a great lover of literature and art, the author of a promising poem entitled The Grand Inquisitor. I was only thinking of him!", "pos": 1603324}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I forbid you to speak of The Grand Inquisitor,", "pos": 1603552}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And the Geological Cataclysm. Do you remember? That was a poem, now!", "pos": 1603633}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Hold your tongue, or I’ll kill you!", "pos": 1603704}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You’ll kill me? No, excuse me, I will speak. I came to treat myself to that pleasure. Oh, I love the dreams of my ardent young friends, quivering with eagerness for life! ‘There are new men,’ you decided last spring, when you were meaning to come here, ‘they propose to destroy everything and begin with cannibalism. Stupid fellows! they didn’t ask my advice! I maintain that nothing need be destroyed, that we only need to destroy the idea of God in man, that’s how we have to set to work. It’s that, that we must begin with. Oh, blind race of men who have no understanding! As soon as men have all of them denied God—and I believe that period, analogous with geological periods, will come to pass—the old conception of the universe will fall of itself without cannibalism, and, what’s more, the old morality, and everything will begin anew. Men will unite to take from life all it can give, but only for joy and happiness in the present world. Man will be lifted up with a spirit of divine Titanic pride and the man‐ god will appear. From hour to hour extending his conquest of nature infinitely by his will and his science, man will feel such lofty joy from hour to hour in doing it that it will make up for all his old dreams of the joys of heaven. Every one will know that he is mortal and will accept death proudly and serenely like a god. His pride will teach him that it’s useless for him to repine at life’s being a moment, and he will love his brother without need of reward. Love will be sufficient only for a moment of life, but the very consciousness of its momentariness will intensify its fire, which now is dissipated in dreams of eternal love beyond the grave’... and so on and so on in the same style. Charming!", "pos": 1603742}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The question now is, my young thinker reflected, is it possible that such a period will ever come? If it does, everything is determined and humanity is settled for ever. But as, owing to man’s inveterate stupidity, this cannot come about for at least a thousand years, every one who recognizes the truth even now may legitimately order his life as he pleases, on the new principles. In that sense, ‘all things are lawful’ for him. What’s more, even if this period never comes to pass, since there is anyway no God and no immortality, the new man may well become the man‐god, even if he is the only one in the whole world, and promoted to his new position, he may lightheartedly overstep all the barriers of the old morality of the old slave‐man, if necessary. There is no law for God. Where God stands, the place is holy. Where I stand will be at once the foremost place ... ‘all things are lawful’ and that’s the end of it! That’s all very charming; but if you want to swindle why do you want a moral sanction for doing it? But that’s our modern Russian all over. He can’t bring himself to swindle without a moral sanction. He is so in love with truth—", "pos": 1605600}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Ah, mais c’est bête enfin,", "pos": 1606995}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He remembers Luther’s inkstand! He takes me for a dream and throws glasses at a dream! It’s like a woman! I suspected you were only pretending to stop up your ears.", "pos": 1607109}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Do you hear? You’d better open,", "pos": 1607368}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "it’s your brother Alyosha with the most interesting and surprising news, I’ll be bound!", "pos": 1607421}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Be silent, deceiver, I knew it was Alyosha, I felt he was coming, and of course he has not come for nothing; of course he brings ‘news,’", "pos": 1607511}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Open, open to him. There’s a snowstorm and he is your brother. Monsieur sait‐il le temps qu’il fait? C’est à ne pas mettre un chien dehors.", "pos": 1607679}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "It was not a dream! No, I swear it was not a dream, it all happened just now! Alyosha, I told you not to come. In two words, what do you want? In two words, do you hear?", "pos": 1608441}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "An hour ago Smerdyakov hanged himself,", "pos": 1608716}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Brother, you must be terribly ill. You look and don’t seem to understand what I tell you. It’s a good thing you came. I knew he had hanged himself.", "pos": 1609876}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "From whom?", "pos": 1610121}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I don’t know. But I knew. Did I know? Yes, he told me. He told me so just now.", "pos": 1610134}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Who is he?", "pos": 1610319}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "He’s slipped away. He was afraid of you, of a dove like you. You are a ‘pure cherub.’ Dmitri calls you a cherub. Cherub!... the thunderous rapture of the seraphim. What are seraphim? Perhaps a whole constellation. But perhaps that constellation is only a chemical molecule. There’s a constellation of the Lion and the Sun. Don’t you know it?", "pos": 1610376}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, sit down. For goodness’ sake, sit down on the sofa! You are delirious; put your head on the pillow, that’s right. Would you like a wet towel on your head? Perhaps it will do you good.", "pos": 1610762}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Give me the towel: it’s here on the chair. I just threw it down there.", "pos": 1610982}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It’s not here. Don’t worry yourself. I know where it is—here,", "pos": 1611055}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Stay an hour ago I took that new towel from there and wetted it. I wrapped it round my head and threw it down here ... How is it it’s dry? There was no other.", "pos": 1611329}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You put that towel on your head?", "pos": 1611516}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, and walked up and down the room an hour ago ... Why have the candles burnt down so? What’s the time?", "pos": 1611566}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Nearly twelve.", "pos": 1611674}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, no, no! It was not a dream. He was here; he was sitting here, on that sofa. When you knocked at the window, I threw a glass at him ... this one. Wait a minute. I was asleep last time, but this dream was not a dream. It has happened before. I have dreams now, Alyosha ... yet they are not dreams, but reality. I walk about, talk and see ... though I am asleep. But he was sitting here, on that sofa there.... He is frightfully stupid, Alyosha, frightfully stupid.", "pos": 1611691}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Who is stupid? Of whom are you talking, brother?", "pos": 1612238}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "The devil! He’s taken to visiting me. He’s been here twice, almost three times. He taunted me with being angry at his being a simple devil and not Satan, with scorched wings, in thunder and lightning. But he is not Satan: that’s a lie. He is an impostor. He is simply a devil—a paltry, trivial devil. He goes to the baths. If you undressed him, you’d be sure to find he had a tail, long and smooth like a Danish dog’s, a yard long, dun color.... Alyosha, you are cold. You’ve been in the snow. Would you like some tea? What? Is it cold? Shall I tell her to bring some? C’est à ne pas mettre un chien dehors.... What were you telling me just now about Lise? I like Lise. I said something nasty about her. It was a lie. I like her ... I am afraid for Katya to‐morrow. I am more afraid of her than of anything. On account of the future. She will cast me off to‐morrow and trample me under foot. She thinks that I am ruining Mitya from jealousy on her account! Yes, she thinks that! But it’s not so. To‐morrow the cross, but not the gallows. No, I shan’t hang myself. Do you know, I can never commit suicide, Alyosha. Is it because I am base? I am not a coward. Is it from love of life? How did I know that Smerdyakov had hanged himself? Yes, it was he told me so.", "pos": 1612320}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And you are quite convinced that there has been some one here?", "pos": 1613787}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, on that sofa in the corner. You would have driven him away. You did drive him away: he disappeared when you arrived. I love your face, Alyosha. Did you know that I loved your face? And he is myself, Alyosha. All that’s base in me, all that’s mean and contemptible. Yes, I am a romantic. He guessed it ... though it’s a libel. He is frightfully stupid; but it’s to his advantage. He has cunning, animal cunning—he knew how to infuriate me. He kept taunting me with believing in him, and that was how he made me listen to him. He fooled me like a boy. He told me a great deal that was true about myself, though. I should never have owned it to myself. Do you know, Alyosha. I should be awfully glad to think that it was he and not I.", "pos": 1613867}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He has worn you out,", "pos": 1614666}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "He’s been teasing me. And you know he does it so cleverly, so cleverly. ‘Conscience! What is conscience? I make it up for myself. Why am I tormented by it? From habit. From the universal habit of mankind for the seven thousand years. So let us give it up, and we shall be gods.’ It was he said that, it was he said that!", "pos": 1614743}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And not you, not you? Never mind him, anyway; have done with him and forget him. And let him take with him all that you curse now, and never come back!", "pos": 1615066}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, but he is spiteful. He laughed at me. He was impudent, Alyosha. But he was unfair to me, unfair to me about lots of things. He told lies about me to my face. ‘Oh, you are going to perform an act of heroic virtue: to confess you murdered your father, that the valet murdered him at your instigation.’", "pos": 1615285}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, restrain yourself. It was not you murdered him. It’s not true!", "pos": 1615633}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "That’s what he says, he, and he knows it. ‘You are going to perform an act of heroic virtue, and you don’t believe in virtue; that’s what tortures you and makes you angry, that’s why you are so vindictive.’ He said that to me about me and he knows what he says.", "pos": 1615729}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It’s you say that, not he, and you say it because you are ill and delirious, tormenting yourself.", "pos": 1615993}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No, he knows what he says. ‘You are going from pride,’ he says. ‘You’ll stand up and say it was I killed him, and why do you writhe with horror? You are lying! I despise your opinion, I despise your horror!’ He said that about me. ‘And do you know you are longing for their praise—“he is a criminal, a murderer, but what a generous soul; he wanted to save his brother and he confessed.” ’ That’s a lie, Alyosha! I don’t want the low rabble to praise me, I swear I don’t! That’s a lie! That’s why I threw the glass at him and it broke against his ugly face.", "pos": 1616124}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, calm yourself, stop!", "pos": 1616726}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Yes, he knows how to torment one. He’s cruel. I had an inkling from the first what he came for. ‘Granting that you go through pride, still you had a hope that Smerdyakov might be convicted and sent to Siberia, and Mitya would be acquitted, while you would only be punished with moral condemnation’ (‘Do you hear?’ he laughed then)—‘and some people will praise you. But now Smerdyakov’s dead, he has hanged himself, and who’ll believe you alone? But yet you are going, you are going, you’ll go all the same, you’ve decided to go. What are you going for now?’ That’s awful, Alyosha. I can’t endure such questions. Who dare ask me such questions?", "pos": 1616781}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Brother, how could he have told you of Smerdyakov’s death before I came, when no one knew of it and there was no time for any one to know of it?", "pos": 1617454}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "He told me. It was all he did talk about, if you come to that. ‘And it would be all right if you believed in virtue,’ he said. ‘No matter if they disbelieve you, you are going for the sake of principle. But you are a little pig like Fyodor Pavlovitch, and what do you want with virtue? Why do you want to go meddling if your sacrifice is of no use to any one? Because you don’t know yourself why you go! Oh, you’d give a great deal to know yourself why you go! And can you have made up your mind? You’ve not made up your mind. You’ll sit all night deliberating whether to go or not. But you will go; you know you’ll go. You know that whichever way you decide, the decision does not depend on you. You’ll go because you won’t dare not to go. Why won’t you dare? You must guess that for yourself. That’s a riddle for you!’ He got up and went away. You came and he went. He called me a coward, Alyosha! Le mot de l’énigme is that I am a coward. ‘It is not for such eagles to soar above the earth.’ It was he added that—he! And Smerdyakov said the same. He must be killed! Katya despises me. I’ve seen that for a month past. Even Lise will begin to despise me! ‘You are going in order to be praised.’ That’s a brutal lie! And you despise me too, Alyosha. Now I am going to hate you again! And I hate the monster, too! I hate the monster! I don’t want to save the monster. Let him rot in Siberia! He’s begun singing a hymn! Oh, to‐morrow I’ll go, stand before them, and spit in their faces! I seem to be sleeping awake.... I walk, I speak, I see, but I am asleep.", "pos": 1617702}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes, yes, if Smerdyakov is dead, no one will believe Ivan’s evidence; but he will go and give it. God will conquer! He will either rise up in the light of truth, or ... he’ll perish in hate, revenging on himself and on every one his having served the cause he does not believe in,", "pos": 1620440}
{"speaker": "Ladies", "text": "Can such a delicate, complex and psychological case be submitted for decision to petty officials and even peasants? What can an official, still more a peasant, understand in such an affair?", "pos": 1631245}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "what men like that could possibly make of such a case?", "pos": 1632450}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "He was a dog and died like a dog! I won’t again, I won’t. It escaped me. I won’t do it again.", "pos": 1634983}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "Prisoner, do you plead guilty?", "pos": 1635988}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I plead guilty to drunkenness and dissipation, to idleness and debauchery. I meant to become an honest man for good, just at the moment when I was struck down by fate. But I am not guilty of the death of that old man, my enemy and my father. No, no, I am not guilty of robbing him! I could not be. Dmitri Karamazov is a scoundrel, but not a thief.", "pos": 1636056}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is guilty, but he will be acquitted, from motives of humanity, in accordance with the new ideas, the new sentiments that had come into fashion,", "pos": 1639096}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "hadn’t brought up his children as he should. He’d have been devoured by lice when he was little, if it hadn’t been for me. It wasn’t fair either of the father to wrong his son over his mother’s property, which was by right his. unfair, to have paid him several thousand roubles more.", "pos": 1641809}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Have you ever seen it, you, who were for so many years in close attendance on your master?", "pos": 1644146}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "till everybody was talking about it.", "pos": 1644326}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Now, with your permission I’ll ask you a question. Of what was that balsam, or, rather, decoction, made, which, as we learn from the preliminary inquiry, you used on that evening to rub your lumbago, in the hope of curing it?", "pos": 1644728}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "There was saffron in it.", "pos": 1645082}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Nothing but saffron? Don’t you remember any other ingredient?", "pos": 1645109}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "There was milfoil in it, too.", "pos": 1645173}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "And pepper perhaps?", "pos": 1645205}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "Yes, there was pepper, too.", "pos": 1645249}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Etcetera. And all dissolved in vodka?", "pos": 1645279}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "In spirit.", "pos": 1645319}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "You see, in spirit. After rubbing your back, I believe, you drank what was left in the bottle with a certain pious prayer, only known to your wife?", "pos": 1645382}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "I did.", "pos": 1645532}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Did you drink much? Roughly speaking, a wine‐glass or two?", "pos": 1645541}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "It might have been a tumbler‐full.", "pos": 1645602}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "A tumbler‐full, even. Perhaps a tumbler and a half? A glass and a half of neat spirit—is not at all bad, don’t you think? You might see the gates of heaven open, not only the door into the garden? Do you know for a fact, whether you were awake or not when you saw the open door?", "pos": 1645639}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "I was on my legs.", "pos": 1646101}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "That’s not a proof that you were awake. Could you have answered at that moment, if any one had asked you a question—for instance, what year it is?", "pos": 1646121}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "I don’t know.", "pos": 1646313}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "And what year is it, Anno Domini, do you know? But perhaps you can tell me how many fingers you have on your hands?", "pos": 1646329}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "I am a servant. If my betters think fit to make game of me, it is my duty to suffer it.", "pos": 1646590}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "Except about the door, all he has said is true,", "pos": 1647376}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "For combing the lice off me, I thank him; for forgiving my blows, I thank him. The old man has been honest all his life and as faithful to my father as seven hundred poodles.", "pos": 1647456}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "Prisoner, be careful in your language,", "pos": 1647633}
{"speaker": "Grigory", "text": "I am not a poodle,", "pos": 1647704}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "All right, it’s I am a poodle myself. If it’s an insult, I take it to myself and I beg his pardon. I was a beast and cruel to him. I was cruel to Æsop too.", "pos": 1647743}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "What Æsop?", "pos": 1647916}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Oh, Pierrot ... my father, Fyodor Pavlovitch.", "pos": 1647964}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "You are injuring yourself in the opinion of your judges.", "pos": 1648121}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "Who could tell which of them was to blame, and which was in debt to the other, with their crazy Karamazov way of muddling things so that no one could make head or tail of it?", "pos": 1648944}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Allow me to ask, you are, of course, the same Mr. Rakitin whose pamphlet, The Life of the Deceased Elder, Father Zossima, published by the diocesan authorities, full of profound and religious reflections and preceded by an excellent and devout dedication to the bishop, I have just read with such pleasure?", "pos": 1650667}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "I did not write it for publication ... it was published afterwards,", "pos": 1651062}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Oh, that’s excellent! A thinker like you can, and indeed ought to, take the widest view of every social question. Your most instructive pamphlet has been widely circulated through the patronage of the bishop, and has been of appreciable service.... But this is the chief thing I should like to learn from you. You stated just now that you were very intimately acquainted with Madame Svyetlov.", "pos": 1651209}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "I cannot answer for all my acquaintances.... I am a young man ... and who can be responsible for every one he meets?", "pos": 1651719}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "I understand, I quite understand. You, like any other, might well be interested in an acquaintance with a young and beautiful woman who would readily entertain the élite of the youth of the neighborhood, but ... I only wanted to know ... It has come to my knowledge that Madame Svyetlov was particularly anxious a couple of months ago to make the acquaintance of the younger Karamazov, Alexey Fyodorovitch, and promised you twenty‐five roubles, if you would bring him to her in his monastic dress. And that actually took place on the evening of the day on which the terrible crime, which is the subject of the present investigation, was committed. You brought Alexey Karamazov to Madame Svyetlov, and did you receive the twenty‐five roubles from Madame Svyetlov as a reward, that’s what I wanted to hear from you?", "pos": 1651872}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "It was a joke.... I don’t see of what interest that can be to you.... I took it for a joke ... meaning to give it back later....", "pos": 1652777}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Then you did take— But you have not given it back yet ... or have you?", "pos": 1652908}
{"speaker": "Rakitin", "text": "That’s of no consequence. I refuse to answer such questions.... Of course I shall give it back.", "pos": 1652981}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Bernard! Since I’ve been arrested, he has borrowed money from me! He is a contemptible Bernard and opportunist, and he doesn’t believe in God; he took the bishop in!", "pos": 1653682}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "God bless him. Ilusha told me not to. God will make it up to me yonder.", "pos": 1654397}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Who told you not to tell? Of whom are you talking?", "pos": 1654471}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Ilusha, my little son. ‘Father, father, how he insulted you!’ He said that at the stone. Now he is dying....", "pos": 1654524}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "or very little less. Just think what he squandered on those gypsy girls alone! And as for our lousy peasants, it wasn’t a case of flinging half a rouble in the street, he made them presents of twenty‐five roubles each, at least, he didn’t give them less. And what a lot of money was simply stolen from him! And if any one did steal, he did not leave a receipt. How could one catch the thief when he was flinging his money away all the time? Our peasants are robbers, you know; they have no care for their souls. And the way he went on with the girls, our village girls! They’re completely set up since then, I tell you, they used to be poor. I saw three thousand as clear as a penny in his hands, I saw it with my own eyes; I should think I ought to know how to reckon money,", "pos": 1655194}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Well, did you give that hundred roubles back to Mr. Karamazov?", "pos": 1656650}
{"speaker": "Trifon Borissovitch", "text": "in perfect honesty, and it’s only because his honor was in liquor at the time, he wouldn’t remember it.", "pos": 1656950}
{"speaker": "The Poles", "text": "Pan Mitya to buy their honor,", "pos": 1657529}
{"speaker": "The Moscow doctor", "text": "Well, who has been cramming you with nostrums? Herzenstube? He, he!", "pos": 1661002}
{"speaker": "Doctor Herzenstube", "text": "an extraordinary air, remarkable in the circumstances marched in like a soldier, looking straight before him, though it would have been more natural for him to look to the left where, among the public, the ladies were sitting, seeing that he was a great admirer of the fair sex and must be thinking much of what the ladies are saying of him now,", "pos": 1661696}
{"speaker": "The Moscow doctor", "text": "All his actions are in contravention of common sense and logic. Not to refer to what I have not seen, that is, the crime itself and the whole catastrophe, the day before yesterday, while he was talking to me, he had an unaccountably fixed look in his eye. He laughed unexpectedly when there was nothing to laugh at. He showed continual and inexplicable irritability, using strange words, ‘Bernard!’ ‘Ethics!’ and others equally inappropriate.", "pos": 1664121}
{"speaker": "The Moscow doctor", "text": "As to the opinion of my learned colleague, that the prisoner would, on entering the court, have naturally looked at the ladies and not straight before him, I will only say that, apart from the playfulness of this theory, it is radically unsound. For though I fully agree that the prisoner, on entering the court where his fate will be decided, would not naturally look straight before him in that fixed way, and that that may really be a sign of his abnormal mental condition, at the same time I maintain that he would naturally not look to the left at the ladies, but, on the contrary, to the right to find his legal adviser, on whose help all his hopes rest and on whose defense all his future depends.", "pos": 1665090}
{"speaker": "Doctor Varvinsky", "text": "in his modest opinion,", "pos": 1666569}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Bravo, doctor! just so!", "pos": 1666949}
{"speaker": "Doctor Herzenstube", "text": "But the poor young man might have had a very different life, for he had a good heart both in childhood and after childhood, that I know. But the Russian proverb says, ‘If a man has one head, it’s good, but if another clever man comes to visit him, it would be better still, for then there will be two heads and not only one.’", "pos": 1667463}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "One head is good, but two are better,", "pos": 1667792}
{"speaker": "Doctor Herzenstube", "text": "Oh, yes, that’s what I say,", "pos": 1668123}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "One head is good, but two are much better, but he did not meet another head with wits, and his wits went. Where did they go? I’ve forgotten the word.", "pos": 1668176}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, yes, spazieren.", "pos": 1668374}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Wandering?", "pos": 1668396}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, yes, wandering, that’s what I say. Well, his wits went wandering and fell in such a deep hole that he lost himself. And yet he was a grateful and sensitive boy. Oh, I remember him very well, a little chap so high, left neglected by his father in the back yard, when he ran about without boots on his feet, and his little breeches hanging by one button.", "pos": 1668409}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, yes, I was a young man then.... I was ... well, I was forty‐five then, and had only just come here. And I was so sorry for the boy then; I asked myself why shouldn’t I buy him a pound of ... a pound of what? I’ve forgotten what it’s called. A pound of what children are very fond of, what is it, what is it?", "pos": 1668939}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It grows on a tree and is gathered and given to every one....", "pos": 1669294}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Apples?", "pos": 1669358}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, no, no. You have a dozen of apples, not a pound.... No, there are a lot of them, and all little. You put them in the mouth and crack.", "pos": 1669368}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Nuts?", "pos": 1669508}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Quite so, nuts, I say so.", "pos": 1669516}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gott der Vater.", "pos": 1669767}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gott der Vater.", "pos": 1669806}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gott der Sohn.", "pos": 1669827}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gott der Sohn.", "pos": 1669873}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gott der heilige Geist.", "pos": 1669890}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gott der heilige Geist.", "pos": 1669959}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Uncle, Gott der Vater, Gott der Sohn,", "pos": 1670076}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "and Gott der heilige Geist. I have just arrived and have come to thank you for that pound of nuts, for no one else ever bought me a pound of nuts; you are the only one that ever did.", "pos": 1670539}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "You are a grateful young man, for you have remembered all your life the pound of nuts I bought you in your childhood.", "pos": 1670857}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And I am weeping now, German, I am weeping now, too, you saintly man,", "pos": 1671173}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Did your brother tell you, anyway, that he intended to kill your father? You can refuse to answer if you think necessary,", "pos": 1673277}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He did not tell me so directly,", "pos": 1673435}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "How so? Did he indirectly?", "pos": 1673487}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He spoke to me once of his hatred for our father and his fear that at an extreme moment ... at a moment of fury, he might perhaps murder him.", "pos": 1673516}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "And you believed him?", "pos": 1673660}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I am afraid to say that I did. But I never doubted that some higher feeling would always save him at the fatal moment, as it has indeed saved him, for it was not he killed my father,", "pos": 1673684}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Let me assure you that I fully believe in the complete sincerity of your conviction and do not explain it by or identify it with your affection for your unhappy brother. Your peculiar view of the whole tragic episode is known to us already from the preliminary investigation. I won’t attempt to conceal from you that it is highly individual and contradicts all the other evidence collected by the prosecution. And so I think it essential to press you to tell me what facts have led you to this conviction of your brother’s innocence and of the guilt of another person against whom you gave evidence at the preliminary inquiry?", "pos": 1674010}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I only answered the questions asked me at the preliminary inquiry. I made no accusation against Smerdyakov of myself.", "pos": 1674639}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Yet you gave evidence against him?", "pos": 1674797}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I was led to do so by my brother Dmitri’s words. I was told what took place at his arrest and how he had pointed to Smerdyakov before I was examined. I believe absolutely that my brother is innocent, and if he didn’t commit the murder, then—", "pos": 1674834}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Then Smerdyakov? Why Smerdyakov? And why are you so completely persuaded of your brother’s innocence?", "pos": 1675078}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I cannot help believing my brother. I know he wouldn’t lie to me. I saw from his face he wasn’t lying.", "pos": 1675182}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Only from his face? Is that all the proof you have?", "pos": 1675287}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I have no other proof.", "pos": 1675341}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "And of Smerdyakov’s guilt you have no proof whatever but your brother’s word and the expression of his face?", "pos": 1675366}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "No, I have no other proof.", "pos": 1675477}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I remember one circumstance now which I’d quite forgotten myself. It wasn’t clear to me at the time, but now— I thought, when he struck himself on the breast, he meant that it was in his heart, that he might find in his heart strength to save himself from some awful disgrace which was awaiting him and which he did not dare confess even to me. I must confess I did think at the time that he was speaking of our father, and that the disgrace he was shuddering at was the thought of going to our father and doing some violence to him. Yet it was just then that he pointed to something on his breast, so that I remember the idea struck me at the time that the heart is not on that part of the breast, but below, and that he struck himself much too high, just below the neck, and kept pointing to that place. My idea seemed silly to me at the time, but he was perhaps pointing then to that little bag in which he had fifteen hundred roubles!", "pos": 1676344}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Just so. That’s right, Alyosha, it was the little bag I struck with my fist.", "pos": 1677681}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It is so, it must be so. My brother cried several times that half of the disgrace, half of it (he said half several times) he could free himself from at once, but that he was so unhappy in his weakness of will that he wouldn’t do it ... that he knew beforehand he was incapable of doing it!", "pos": 1678279}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "And you clearly, confidently remember that he struck himself just on this part of the breast?", "pos": 1678615}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Clearly and confidently, for I thought at the time, ‘Why does he strike himself up there when the heart is lower down?’ and the thought seemed stupid to me at the time ... I remember its seeming stupid ... it flashed through my mind. That’s what brought it back to me just now. How could I have forgotten it till now? It was that little bag he meant when he said he had the means but wouldn’t give back that fifteen hundred. And when he was arrested at Mokroe he cried out—I know, I was told it—that he considered it the most disgraceful act of his life that when he had the means of repaying Katerina Ivanovna half (half, note!) what he owed her, he yet could not bring himself to repay the money and preferred to remain a thief in her eyes rather than part with it. And what torture, what torture that debt has been to him!", "pos": 1678739}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But it was not with his fist,", "pos": 1679861}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "he pointed with his fingers and pointed here, very high up.... How could I have so completely forgotten it till this moment?", "pos": 1679908}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "A disgrace I cannot deny, the most shameful act of my whole life. I might have repaid it and didn’t repay it. I preferred to remain a thief in her eyes rather than give it back. And the most shameful part of it was that I knew beforehand I shouldn’t give it back! You are right, Alyosha! Thanks, Alyosha!", "pos": 1680287}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I didn’t give him the money simply to send it off. I felt at the time that he was in great need of money.... I gave him the three thousand on the understanding that he should post it within the month if he cared to. There was no need for him to worry himself about that debt afterwards. I was firmly convinced that he would send off that sum as soon as he got money from his father. I have never doubted his disinterestedness and his honesty ... his scrupulous honesty ... in money matters. He felt quite certain that he would receive the money from his father, and spoke to me several times about it. I knew he had a feud with his father and have always believed that he had been unfairly treated by his father. I don’t remember any threat uttered by him against his father. He certainly never uttered any such threat before me. If he had come to me at that time, I should have at once relieved his anxiety about that unlucky three thousand roubles, but he had given up coming to see me ... and I myself was put in such a position ... that I could not invite him.... And I had no right, indeed, to be exacting as to that money. I was once indebted to him for assistance in money for more than three thousand, and I took it, although I could not at that time foresee that I should ever be in a position to repay my debt. Did that take place not here, but at the beginning of your acquaintance?", "pos": 1682485}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "No, I can never forget those moments. She told everything, the whole episode that Mitya had told Alyosha, and her bowing to the ground, and her reason. She told about her father and her going to Mitya, and did not in one word, in a single hint, suggest that Mitya had himself, through her sister, proposed they should “send him Katerina Ivanovna” to fetch the money. She generously concealed that and was not ashamed to make it appear as though she had of her own impulse run to the young officer, relying on something ... to beg him for the money.", "pos": 1684819}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Katya, why have you ruined me? Now I am condemned!", "pos": 1687987}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I don’t care what happens, I’ll say it.... That’s all nonsense, and was it my fault that he would pester me? It was all my fault. I was laughing at them both—at the old man and at him, too—and I brought both of them to this. It was all on account of me it happened. That’s nobody’s business. He was my benefactor; he took me when I hadn’t a shoe to my foot, when my family had turned me out. But that was all foolishness. I was only laughing. I wouldn’t have gone to him for anything.", "pos": 1689912}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "To whom are you referring as ‘that wicked wretch’?", "pos": 1690953}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "The lackey, Smerdyakov, who murdered his master and hanged himself last night. Dmitri Fyodorovitch told me so himself; you can believe him. The woman who came between us has ruined him; she is the cause of it all, let me tell you,", "pos": 1691031}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "to whom she was referring.", "pos": 1691528}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "The young lady, Katerina Ivanovna there. She sent for me, offered me chocolate, tried to fascinate me. There’s not much true shame about her, I can tell you that....", "pos": 1691556}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "When the prisoner was arrested at Mokroe, every one saw and heard you run out of the next room and cry out: ‘It’s all my fault. We’ll go to Siberia together!’ So you already believed him to have murdered his father?", "pos": 1691889}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "I don’t remember what I felt at the time. Every one was crying out that he had killed his father, and I felt that it was my fault, that it was on my account he had murdered him. But when he said he wasn’t guilty, I believed him at once, and I believe him now and always shall believe him. He is not the man to tell a lie. There was nothing strange about his taking the money. He was always coming to me for money: he used to get thirty roubles a month at least out of me, chiefly for luxuries: he had enough to keep him without my help.", "pos": 1692131}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "What led you to be so liberal to Mr. Rakitin?", "pos": 1692934}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Why, he is my cousin. His mother was my mother’s sister. But he’s always besought me not to tell any one here of it, he is so dreadfully ashamed of me.", "pos": 1693063}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Well, and what else?", "pos": 1695778}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "You ... are perhaps still unwell?", "pos": 1695942}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Don’t trouble yourself, your excellency, I am well enough and can tell you something interesting,", "pos": 1696022}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "You have some special communication to make?", "pos": 1696177}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "No ... I haven’t. I have nothing particular. I wasn’t interested in the subject. The same thing over and over again. I have nothing particular to tell the court.", "pos": 1696359}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "I see you are unwell and understand your feelings,", "pos": 1697003}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Let me go, your excellency, I feel very ill. I am like the peasant girl, your excellency ... you know. How does it go? ‘I’ll stand up if I like, and I won’t if I don’t.’ They were trying to put on her sarafan to take her to church to be married, and she said, ‘I’ll stand up if I like, and I won’t if I don’t.’... It’s in some book about the peasantry.", "pos": 1697238}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "What do you mean by that?", "pos": 1697796}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Why, this. Here’s the money ... the notes that lay in that envelope for the sake of which our father was murdered. Where shall I put them? Mr. Superintendent, take them.", "pos": 1697854}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "How could this money have come into your possession if it is the same money?", "pos": 1698213}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I got them from Smerdyakov, from the murderer, yesterday.... I was with him just before he hanged himself. It was he, not my brother, killed our father. He murdered him and I incited him to do it ... Who doesn’t desire his father’s death?", "pos": 1698325}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "Are you in your right mind?", "pos": 1698566}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "I should think I am in my right mind ... in the same nasty mind as all of you ... as all these ... ugly faces. My father has been murdered and they pretend they are horrified. They keep up the sham with one another. Liars! They all desire the death of their fathers. One reptile devours another.... If there hadn’t been a murder, they’d have been angry and gone home ill‐humored. It’s a spectacle they want! Panem et circenses. Though I am one to talk! Have you any water? Give me a drink for Christ’s sake!", "pos": 1698636}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "He is ill. Don’t believe him: he has brain fever.", "pos": 1699315}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "Don’t disturb yourselves. I am not mad, I am only a murderer. You can’t expect eloquence from a murderer,", "pos": 1699553}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "Witness, your words are incomprehensible and impossible here. Calm yourself, if you can, and tell your story ... if you really have something to tell. How can you confirm your statement ... if indeed you are not delirious?", "pos": 1699996}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "That’s just it. I have no proof. That cur Smerdyakov won’t send you proofs from the other world ... in an envelope. You think of nothing but envelopes—one is enough. I’ve no witnesses ... except one, perhaps,", "pos": 1700221}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Who is your witness?", "pos": 1700456}
{"speaker": "Ivan", "text": "He has a tail, your excellency, and that would be irregular! Le diable n’existe point! Don’t pay attention: he is a paltry, pitiful devil. He is here somewhere, no doubt—under that table with the material evidence on it, perhaps. Where should he sit if not there? You see, listen to me. I told him I don’t want to keep quiet, and he talked about the geological cataclysm ... idiocy! Come, release the monster ... he’s been singing a hymn. That’s because his heart is light! It’s like a drunken man in the street bawling how ‘Vanka went to Petersburg,’ and I would give a quadrillion quadrillions for two seconds of joy. You don’t know me! Oh, how stupid all this business is! Come, take me instead of him! I didn’t come for nothing.... Why, why is everything so stupid?...", "pos": 1700479}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What are you about?", "pos": 1701532}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "There is more evidence I must give at once ... at once! Here is a document, a letter ... take it, read it quickly, quickly! It’s a letter from that monster ... that man there, there! It was he killed his father, you will see that directly. He wrote to me how he would kill his father! But the other one is ill, he is ill, he is delirious!", "pos": 1702749}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I am ready, I am ready! I am quite equal to answering you. I received it the day before the crime was committed, but he wrote it the day before that, at the tavern—that is, two days before he committed the crime. Look, it is written on some sort of bill! He hated me at that time, because he had behaved contemptibly and was running after that creature ... and because he owed me that three thousand.... Oh! he was humiliated by that three thousand on account of his own meanness! This is how it happened about that three thousand. I beg you, I beseech you, to hear me. Three weeks before he murdered his father, he came to me one morning. I knew he was in want of money, and what he wanted it for. Yes, yes—to win that creature and carry her off. I knew then that he had been false to me and meant to abandon me, and it was I, I, who gave him that money, who offered it to him on the pretext of his sending it to my sister in Moscow. And as I gave it him, I looked him in the face and said that he could send it when he liked, ‘in a month’s time would do.’ How, how could he have failed to understand that I was practically telling him to his face, ‘You want money to be false to me with your creature, so here’s the money for you. I give it to you myself. Take it, if you have so little honor as to take it!’ I wanted to prove what he was, and what happened? He took it, he took it, and squandered it with that creature in one night.... But he knew, he knew that I knew all about it. I assure you he understood, too, that I gave him that money to test him, to see whether he was so lost to all sense of honor as to take it from me. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, and he understood it all and he took it—he carried off my money!", "pos": 1704132}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That’s true, Katya. I looked into your eyes and I knew that you were dishonoring me, and yet I took your money. Despise me as a scoundrel, despise me, all of you! I’ve deserved it!", "pos": 1706103}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "Prisoner, another word and I will order you to be removed.", "pos": 1706311}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "That money was a torment to him. He wanted to repay it me. He wanted to, that’s true; but he needed money for that creature, too. So he murdered his father, but he didn’t repay me, and went off with her to that village where he was arrested. There, again, he squandered the money he had stolen after the murder of his father. And a day before the murder he wrote me this letter. He was drunk when he wrote it. I saw it at once, at the time. He wrote it from spite, and feeling certain, positively certain, that I should never show it to any one, even if he did kill him, or else he wouldn’t have written it. For he knew I shouldn’t want to revenge myself and ruin him! But read it, read it attentively—more attentively, please—and you will see that he had described it all in his letter, all beforehand, how he would kill his father and where his money was kept. Look, please, don’t overlook that, there’s one phrase there, ‘I shall kill him as soon as Ivan has gone away.’ So he thought it all out beforehand how he would kill him. If he hadn’t been drunk, he wouldn’t have written to me; but, look, everything is written there beforehand, just as he committed the murder after. A complete program of it!", "pos": 1706394}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "It’s mine, mine! I shouldn’t have written it, if I hadn’t been drunk!... We’ve hated each other for many things, Katya, but I swear, I swear I loved you even while I hated you, and you didn’t love me!", "pos": 1708287}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Yes, yes. I was telling lies just now. I was lying against my honor and my conscience, but I wanted to save him, for he has hated and despised me so! Oh, he has despised me horribly, he has always despised me, and do you know, he has despised me from the very moment that I bowed down to him for that money. I saw that.... I felt it at once at the time, but for a long time I wouldn’t believe it. How often I have read it in his eyes, ‘You came of yourself, though.’ Oh, he didn’t understand, he had no idea why I ran to him, he can suspect nothing but baseness, he judged me by himself, he thought every one was like himself! And he only wanted to marry me, because I’d inherited a fortune, because of that, because of that! I always suspected it was because of that! Oh, he is a brute! He was always convinced that I should be trembling with shame all my life before him, because I went to him then, and that he had a right to despise me for ever for it, and so to be superior to me—that’s why he wanted to marry me! That’s so, that’s all so! I tried to conquer him by my love—a love that knew no bounds. I even tried to forgive his faithlessness; but he understood nothing, nothing! How could he understand indeed? He is a monster! I only received that letter the next evening: it was brought me from the tavern—and only that morning, only that morning I wanted to forgive him everything, everything—even his treachery!", "pos": 1708776}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We understand how hard it is for you; be sure we are able to feel for you,", "pos": 1710484}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "He tortured himself, he was always trying to minimize his brother’s guilt and confessing to me that he, too, had never loved his father, and perhaps desired his death himself. Oh, he has a tender, over‐ tender conscience! He tormented himself with his conscience! He told me everything, everything! He came every day and talked to me as his only friend. I have the honor to be his only friend! If it was not my brother, but Smerdyakov committed the murder perhaps I too am guilty, for Smerdyakov knew I didn’t like my father and perhaps believed that I desired my father’s death. He was entirely convinced that his brother had done it, and he was overwhelmed by it. He couldn’t endure the thought that his own brother was a parricide! Only a week ago I saw that it was making him ill. During the last few days he has talked incoherently in my presence. I saw his mind was giving way. He walked about, raving; he was seen muttering in the streets. The doctor from Moscow, at my request, examined him the day before yesterday and told me that he was on the eve of brain fever—and all on his account, on account of this monster! And last night he learnt that Smerdyakov was dead! It was such a shock that it drove him out of his mind ... and all through this monster, all for the sake of saving the monster!", "pos": 1710916}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "your serpent has destroyed you! There, she has shown you what she is!", "pos": 1714848}
{"speaker": "Doctor", "text": "He was certainly not in a normal state of mind: he told me himself that he saw visions when he was awake, that he met several persons in the street, who were dead, and that Satan visited him every evening,", "pos": 1715870}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "Gentlemen of the jury, this case has made a stir throughout Russia. But what is there to wonder at, what is there so peculiarly horrifying in it for us? We are so accustomed to such crimes! That’s what’s so horrible, that such dark deeds have ceased to horrify us. What ought to horrify us is that we are so accustomed to it, and not this or that isolated crime. What are the causes of our indifference, our lukewarm attitude to such deeds, to such signs of the times, ominous of an unenviable future? Is it our cynicism, is it the premature exhaustion of intellect and imagination in a society that is sinking into decay, in spite of its youth? Is it that our moral principles are shattered to their foundations, or is it, perhaps, a complete lack of such principles among us? I cannot answer such questions; nevertheless they are disturbing, and every citizen not only must, but ought to be harassed by them. Our newborn and still timid press has done good service to the public already, for without it we should never have heard of the horrors of unbridled violence and moral degradation which are continually made known by the press, not merely to those who attend the new jury courts established in the present reign, but to every one. And what do we read almost daily? Of things beside which the present case grows pale, and seems almost commonplace. But what is most important is that the majority of our national crimes of violence bear witness to a widespread evil, now so general among us that it is difficult to contend against it. One day we see a brilliant young officer of high society, at the very outset of his career, in a cowardly underhand way, without a pang of conscience, murdering an official who had once been his benefactor, and the servant girl, to steal his own I.O.U. and what ready money he could find on him; ‘it will come in handy for my pleasures in the fashionable world and for my career in the future.’ After murdering them, he puts pillows under the head of each of his victims; he goes away. Next, a young hero ‘decorated for bravery’ kills the mother of his chief and benefactor, like a highwayman, and to urge his companions to join him he asserts that ‘she loves him like a son, and so will follow all his directions and take no precautions.’ Granted that he is a monster, yet I dare not say in these days that he is unique. Another man will not commit the murder, but will feel and think like him, and is as dishonorable in soul. In silence, alone with his conscience, he asks himself perhaps, ‘What is honor, and isn’t the condemnation of bloodshed a prejudice?’ Perhaps people will cry out against me that I am morbid, hysterical, that it is a monstrous slander, that I am exaggerating. Let them say so—and heavens! I should be the first to rejoice if it were so! Oh, don’t believe me, think of me as morbid, but remember my words; if only a tenth, if only a twentieth part of what I say is true—even so it’s awful! Look how our young people commit suicide, without asking themselves Hamlet’s question what there is beyond, without a sign of such a question, as though all that relates to the soul and to what awaits us beyond the grave had long been erased in their minds and buried under the sands. Look at our vice, at our profligates. Fyodor Pavlovitch, the luckless victim in the present case, was almost an innocent babe compared with many of them. And yet we all knew him, ‘he lived among us!’... Yes, one day perhaps the leading intellects of Russia and of Europe will study the psychology of Russian crime, for the subject is worth it. But this study will come later, at leisure, when all the tragic topsy‐turvydom of to‐day is farther behind us, so that it’s possible to examine it with more insight and more impartiality than I can do. Now we are either horrified or pretend to be horrified, though we really gloat over the spectacle, and love strong and eccentric sensations which tickle our cynical, pampered idleness. Or, like little children, we brush the dreadful ghosts away and hide our heads in the pillow so as to return to our sports and merriment as soon as they have vanished. But we must one day begin life in sober earnest, we must look at ourselves as a society; it’s time we tried to grasp something of our social position, or at least to make a beginning in that direction. A great writer of the last epoch, comparing Russia to a swift troika galloping to an unknown goal, exclaims, ‘Oh, troika, birdlike troika, who invented thee!’ and adds, in proud ecstasy, that all the peoples of the world stand aside respectfully to make way for the recklessly galloping troika to pass. That may be, they may stand aside, respectfully or no, but in my poor opinion the great writer ended his book in this way either in an access of childish and naïve optimism, or simply in fear of the censorship of the day. For if the troika were drawn by his heroes, Sobakevitch, Nozdryov, Tchitchikov, it could reach no rational goal, whoever might be driving it. And those were the heroes of an older generation, ours are worse specimens still....", "pos": 1718440}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "What, after all, is this Karamazov family, which has gained such an unenviable notoriety throughout Russia? Perhaps I am exaggerating, but it seems to me that certain fundamental features of the educated class of to‐day are reflected in this family picture—only, of course, in miniature, ‘like the sun in a drop of water.’ Think of that unhappy, vicious, unbridled old man, who has met with such a melancholy end, the head of a family! Beginning life of noble birth, but in a poor dependent position, through an unexpected marriage he came into a small fortune. A petty knave, a toady and buffoon, of fairly good, though undeveloped, intelligence, he was, above all, a moneylender, who grew bolder with growing prosperity. His abject and servile characteristics disappeared, his malicious and sarcastic cynicism was all that remained. On the spiritual side he was undeveloped, while his vitality was excessive. He saw nothing in life but sensual pleasure, and he brought his children up to be the same. He had no feelings for his duties as a father. He ridiculed those duties. He left his little children to the servants, and was glad to be rid of them, forgot about them completely. The old man’s maxim was Après moi le déluge. He was an example of everything that is opposed to civic duty, of the most complete and malignant individualism. ‘The world may burn for aught I care, so long as I am all right,’ and he was all right; he was content, he was eager to go on living in the same way for another twenty or thirty years. He swindled his own son and spent his money, his maternal inheritance, on trying to get his mistress from him. No, I don’t intend to leave the prisoner’s defense altogether to my talented colleague from Petersburg. I will speak the truth myself, I can well understand what resentment he had heaped up in his son’s heart against him. But enough, enough of that unhappy old man; he has paid the penalty. Let us remember, however, that he was a father, and one of the typical fathers of to‐day. Am I unjust, indeed, in saying that he is typical of many modern fathers? Alas! many of them only differ in not openly professing such cynicism, for they are better educated, more cultured, but their philosophy is essentially the same as his. Perhaps I am a pessimist, but you have agreed to forgive me. Let us agree beforehand, you need not believe me, but let me speak. Let me say what I have to say, and remember something of my words. Now for the children of this father, this head of a family. One of them is the prisoner before us, all the rest of my speech will deal with him. Of the other two I will speak only cursorily. The elder is one of those modern young men of brilliant education and vigorous intellect, who has lost all faith in everything. He has denied and rejected much already, like his father. We have all heard him, he was a welcome guest in local society. He never concealed his opinions, quite the contrary in fact, which justifies me in speaking rather openly of him now, of course, not as an individual, but as a member of the Karamazov family. Another personage closely connected with the case died here by his own hand last night. I mean an afflicted idiot, formerly the servant, and possibly the illegitimate son, of Fyodor Pavlovitch, Smerdyakov. At the preliminary inquiry, he told me with hysterical tears how the young Ivan Karamazov had horrified him by his spiritual audacity. ‘Everything in the world is lawful according to him, and nothing must be forbidden in the future—that is what he always taught me.’ I believe that idiot was driven out of his mind by this theory, though, of course, the epileptic attacks from which he suffered, and this terrible catastrophe, have helped to unhinge his faculties. But he dropped one very interesting observation, which would have done credit to a more intelligent observer, and that is, indeed, why I’ve mentioned it: ‘If there is one of the sons that is like Fyodor Pavlovitch in character, it is Ivan Fyodorovitch.’ With that remark I conclude my sketch of his character, feeling it indelicate to continue further. Oh, I don’t want to draw any further conclusions and croak like a raven over the young man’s future. We’ve seen to‐day in this court that there are still good impulses in his young heart, that family feeling has not been destroyed in him by lack of faith and cynicism, which have come to him rather by inheritance than by the exercise of independent thought. Then the third son. Oh, he is a devout and modest youth, who does not share his elder brother’s gloomy and destructive theory of life. He has sought to cling to the ‘ideas of the people,’ or to what goes by that name in some circles of our intellectual classes. He clung to the monastery, and was within an ace of becoming a monk. He seems to me to have betrayed unconsciously, and so early, that timid despair which leads so many in our unhappy society, who dread cynicism and its corrupting influences, and mistakenly attribute all the mischief to European enlightenment, to return to their ‘native soil,’ as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. For my part I wish the excellent and gifted young man every success; I trust that his youthful idealism and impulse towards the ideas of the people may never degenerate, as often happens, on the moral side into gloomy mysticism, and on the political into blind chauvinism—two elements which are even a greater menace to Russia than the premature decay, due to misunderstanding and gratuitous adoption of European ideas, from which his elder brother is suffering.", "pos": 1724077}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "But to return to the eldest son. He is the prisoner before us. We have his life and his actions, too, before us; the fatal day has come and all has been brought to the surface. While his brothers seem to stand for ‘Europeanism’ and ‘the principles of the people,’ he seems to represent Russia as she is. Oh, not all Russia, not all! God preserve us, if it were! Yet, here we have her, our mother Russia, the very scent and sound of her. Oh, he is spontaneous, he is a marvelous mingling of good and evil, he is a lover of culture and Schiller, yet he brawls in taverns and plucks out the beards of his boon companions. Oh, he, too, can be good and noble, but only when all goes well with him. What is more, he can be carried off his feet, positively carried off his feet by noble ideals, but only if they come of themselves, if they fall from heaven for him, if they need not be paid for. He dislikes paying for anything, but is very fond of receiving, and that’s so with him in everything. Oh, give him every possible good in life (he couldn’t be content with less), and put no obstacle in his way, and he will show that he, too, can be noble. He is not greedy, no, but he must have money, a great deal of money, and you will see how generously, with what scorn of filthy lucre, he will fling it all away in the reckless dissipation of one night. But if he has not money, he will show what he is ready to do to get it when he is in great need of it. But all this later, let us take events in their chronological order. First, we have before us a poor abandoned child, running about the back‐ yard ‘without boots on his feet,’ as our worthy and esteemed fellow citizen, of foreign origin, alas! expressed it just now. I repeat it again, I yield to no one the defense of the criminal. I am here to accuse him, but to defend him also. Yes, I, too, am human; I, too, can weigh the influence of home and childhood on the character. But the boy grows up and becomes an officer; for a duel and other reckless conduct he is exiled to one of the remote frontier towns of Russia. There he led a wild life as an officer. And, of course, he needed money, money before all things, and so after prolonged disputes he came to a settlement with his father, and the last six thousand was sent him. A letter is in existence in which he practically gives up his claim to the rest and settles his conflict with his father over the inheritance on the payment of this six thousand. Then came his meeting with a young girl of lofty character and brilliant education. Oh, I do not venture to repeat the details; you have only just heard them. Honor, self‐sacrifice were shown there, and I will be silent. The figure of the young officer, frivolous and profligate, doing homage to true nobility and a lofty ideal, was shown in a very sympathetic light before us. But the other side of the medal was unexpectedly turned to us immediately after in this very court. Again I will not venture to conjecture why it happened so, but there were causes. The same lady, bathed in tears of long‐concealed indignation, alleged that he, he of all men, had despised her for her action, which, though incautious, reckless perhaps, was still dictated by lofty and generous motives. He, he, the girl’s betrothed, looked at her with that smile of mockery, which was more insufferable from him than from any one. And knowing that he had already deceived her (he had deceived her, believing that she was bound to endure everything from him, even treachery), she intentionally offered him three thousand roubles, and clearly, too clearly, let him understand that she was offering him money to deceive her. ‘Well, will you take it or not, are you so lost to shame?’ was the dumb question in her scrutinizing eyes. He looked at her, saw clearly what was in her mind (he’s admitted here before you that he understood it all), appropriated that three thousand unconditionally, and squandered it in two days with the new object of his affections. What are we to believe then? The first legend of the young officer sacrificing his last farthing in a noble impulse of generosity and doing reverence to virtue, or this other revolting picture? As a rule, between two extremes one has to find the mean, but in the present case this is not true. The probability is that in the first case he was genuinely noble, and in the second as genuinely base. And why? Because he was of the broad Karamazov character—that’s just what I am leading up to—capable of combining the most incongruous contradictions, and capable of the greatest heights and of the greatest depths. Remember the brilliant remark made by a young observer who has seen the Karamazov family at close quarters—Mr. Rakitin: ‘The sense of their own degradation is as essential to those reckless, unbridled natures as the sense of their lofty generosity.’ And that’s true, they need continually this unnatural mixture. Two extremes at the same moment, or they are miserable and dissatisfied and their existence is incomplete. They are wide, wide as mother Russia; they include everything and put up with everything. By the way, gentlemen of the jury, we’ve just touched upon that three thousand roubles, and I will venture to anticipate things a little. Can you conceive that a man like that, on receiving that sum and in such a way, at the price of such shame, such disgrace, such utter degradation, could have been capable that very day of setting apart half that sum, that very day, and sewing it up in a little bag, and would have had the firmness of character to carry it about with him for a whole month afterwards, in spite of every temptation and his extreme need of it! Neither in drunken debauchery in taverns, nor when he was flying into the country, trying to get from God knows whom, the money so essential to him to remove the object of his affections from being tempted by his father, did he bring himself to touch that little bag! Why, if only to avoid abandoning his mistress to the rival of whom he was so jealous, he would have been certain to have opened that bag and to have stayed at home to keep watch over her, and to await the moment when she would say to him at last ‘I am yours,’ and to fly with her far from their fatal surroundings. But no, he did not touch his talisman, and what is the reason he gives for it? The chief reason, as I have just said, was that when she would say, ‘I am yours, take me where you will,’ he might have the wherewithal to take her. But that first reason, in the prisoner’s own words, was of little weight beside the second. While I have that money on me, he said, I am a scoundrel, not a thief, for I can always go to my insulted betrothed, and, laying down half the sum I have fraudulently appropriated, I can always say to her, ‘You see, I’ve squandered half your money, and shown I am a weak and immoral man, and, if you like, a scoundrel’ (I use the prisoner’s own expressions), ‘but though I am a scoundrel, I am not a thief, for if I had been a thief, I shouldn’t have brought you back this half of the money, but should have taken it as I did the other half!’ A marvelous explanation! This frantic, but weak man, who could not resist the temptation of accepting the three thousand roubles at the price of such disgrace, this very man suddenly develops the most stoical firmness, and carries about a thousand roubles without daring to touch it. Does that fit in at all with the character we have analyzed? No, and I venture to tell you how the real Dmitri Karamazov would have behaved in such circumstances, if he really had brought himself to put away the money. At the first temptation—for instance, to entertain the woman with whom he had already squandered half the money—he would have unpicked his little bag and have taken out some hundred roubles, for why should he have taken back precisely half the money, that is, fifteen hundred roubles? why not fourteen hundred? He could just as well have said then that he was not a thief, because he brought back fourteen hundred roubles. Then another time he would have unpicked it again and taken out another hundred, and then a third, and then a fourth, and before the end of the month he would have taken the last note but one, feeling that if he took back only a hundred it would answer the purpose, for a thief would have stolen it all. And then he would have looked at this last note, and have said to himself, ‘It’s really not worth while to give back one hundred; let’s spend that, too!’ That’s how the real Dmitri Karamazov, as we know him, would have behaved. One cannot imagine anything more incongruous with the actual fact than this legend of the little bag. Nothing could be more inconceivable. But we shall return to that later. The medical experts have striven to convince us that the prisoner is out of his mind and, in fact, a maniac. I maintain that he is in his right mind, and that if he had not been, he would have behaved more cleverly. As for his being a maniac, that I would agree with, but only in one point, that is, his fixed idea about the three thousand. Yet I think one might find a much simpler cause than his tendency to insanity. For my part I agree thoroughly with the young doctor who maintained that the prisoner’s mental faculties have always been normal, and that he has only been irritable and exasperated. The object of the prisoner’s continual and violent anger was not the sum itself; there was a special motive at the bottom of it. That motive is jealousy! Here Ippolit Kirillovitch described at length the prisoner’s fatal passion for Grushenka. He began from the moment when the prisoner went to the “young person’s” lodgings “to beat her”—“I use his own expression,” the prosecutor explained—“but instead of beating her, he remained there, at her feet. That was the beginning of the passion. At the same time the prisoner’s father was captivated by the same young person—a strange and fatal coincidence, for they both lost their hearts to her simultaneously, though both had known her before. And she inspired in both of them the most violent, characteristically Karamazov passion. We have her own confession: ‘I was laughing at both of them.’ Yes, the sudden desire to make a jest of them came over her, and she conquered both of them at once. The old man, who worshiped money, at once set aside three thousand roubles as a reward for one visit from her, but soon after that, he would have been happy to lay his property and his name at her feet, if only she would become his lawful wife. We have good evidence of this. As for the prisoner, the tragedy of his fate is evident; it is before us. But such was the young person’s ‘game.’ The enchantress gave the unhappy young man no hope until the last moment, when he knelt before her, stretching out hands that were already stained with the blood of his father and rival. It was in that position that he was arrested. ‘Send me to Siberia with him, I have brought him to this, I am most to blame,’ the woman herself cried, in genuine remorse at the moment of his arrest.", "pos": 1730632}
{"speaker": "Mr. Rakitin", "text": "She was disillusioned early in life, deceived and ruined by a betrothed, who seduced and abandoned her. She was left in poverty, cursed by her respectable family, and taken under the protection of a wealthy old man, whom she still, however, considers as her benefactor. There was perhaps much that was good in her young heart, but it was embittered too early. She became prudent and saved money. She grew sarcastic and resentful against society.", "pos": 1742287}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "After this sketch of her character it may well be understood that she might laugh at both of them simply from mischief, from malice.", "pos": 1742734}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "After a month of hopeless love and moral degradation, during which he betrayed his betrothed and appropriated money entrusted to his honor, the prisoner was driven almost to frenzy, almost to madness by continual jealousy—and of whom? His father! And the worst of it was that the crazy old man was alluring and enticing the object of his affection by means of that very three thousand roubles, which the son looked upon as his own property, part of his inheritance from his mother, of which his father was cheating him. Yes, I admit it was hard to bear! It might well drive a man to madness. It was not the money, but the fact that this money was used with such revolting cynicism to ruin his happiness!", "pos": 1742868}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "At first he only talked about it in taverns—he was talking about it all that month. Ah, he likes being always surrounded with company, and he likes to tell his companions everything, even his most diabolical and dangerous ideas; he likes to share every thought with others, and expects, for some reason, that those he confides in will meet him with perfect sympathy, enter into all his troubles and anxieties, take his part and not oppose him in anything. If not, he flies into a rage and smashes up everything in the tavern.", "pos": 1743723}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I cannot positively assert,", "pos": 1744610}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that the prisoner fully intended to murder his father before that incident. Yet the idea had several times presented itself to him, and he had deliberated on it—for that we have facts, witnesses, and his own words. I confess, gentlemen of the jury,", "pos": 1744666}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "that till to‐day I have been uncertain whether to attribute to the prisoner conscious premeditation. I was firmly convinced that he had pictured the fatal moment beforehand, but had only pictured it, contemplating it as a possibility. He had not definitely considered when and how he might commit the crime.", "pos": 1744927}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But I was only uncertain till to‐day, till that fatal document was presented to the court just now. You yourselves heard that young lady’s exclamation, ‘It is the plan, the program of the murder!’ That is how she defined that miserable, drunken letter of the unhappy prisoner. And, in fact, from that letter we see that the whole fact of the murder was premeditated. It was written two days before, and so we know now for a fact that, forty‐eight hours before the perpetration of his terrible design, the prisoner swore that, if he could not get money next day, he would murder his father in order to take the envelope with the notes from under his pillow, as soon as Ivan had left. ‘As soon as Ivan had gone away’—you hear that; so he had thought everything out, weighing every circumstance, and he carried it all out just as he had written it. The proof of premeditation is conclusive; the crime must have been committed for the sake of the money, that is stated clearly, that is written and signed. The prisoner does not deny his signature.", "pos": 1745236}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I shall be told he was drunk when he wrote it. But that does not diminish the value of the letter, quite the contrary; he wrote when drunk what he had planned when sober. Had he not planned it when sober, he would not have written it when drunk. I shall be asked: Then why did he talk about it in taverns? A man who premeditates such a crime is silent and keeps it to himself. Yes, but he talked about it before he had formed a plan, when he had only the desire, only the impulse to it. Afterwards he talked less about it. On the evening he wrote that letter at the ‘Metropolis’ tavern, contrary to his custom he was silent, though he had been drinking. He did not play billiards, he sat in a corner, talked to no one. He did indeed turn a shopman out of his seat, but that was done almost unconsciously, because he could never enter a tavern without making a disturbance. It is true that after he had taken the final decision, he must have felt apprehensive that he had talked too much about his design beforehand, and that this might lead to his arrest and prosecution afterwards. But there was nothing for it; he could not take his words back, but his luck had served him before, it would serve him again. He believed in his star, you know! I must confess, too, that he did a great deal to avoid the fatal catastrophe. ‘To‐morrow I shall try and borrow the money from every one,’ as he writes in his peculiar language, ‘and if they won’t give it to me, there will be bloodshed.’", "pos": 1746281}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "To‐morrow I shall try and borrow the money from every one,", "pos": 1747604}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "and if they won’t give it to me, there will be bloodshed.", "pos": 1747704}
{"speaker": "Madame Hohlakov", "text": "that would be an outlet for your turbulent energies, your romantic character, your thirst for adventure.", "pos": 1749070}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Had the maid told him that her mistress was at Mokroe with her former lover, nothing would have happened. But she lost her head, she could only swear and protest her ignorance, and if the prisoner did not kill her on the spot, it was only because he flew in pursuit of his false mistress.", "pos": 1749549}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But note, frantic as he was, he took with him a brass pestle. Why that? Why not some other weapon? But since he had been contemplating his plan and preparing himself for it for a whole month, he would snatch up anything like a weapon that caught his eye. He had realized for a month past that any object of the kind would serve as a weapon, so he instantly, without hesitation, recognized that it would serve his purpose. So it was by no means unconsciously, by no means involuntarily, that he snatched up that fatal pestle. And then we find him in his father’s garden—the coast is clear, there are no witnesses, darkness and jealousy. The suspicion that she was there, with him, with his rival, in his arms, and perhaps laughing at him at that moment—took his breath away. And it was not mere suspicion, the deception was open, obvious. She must be there, in that lighted room, she must be behind the screen; and the unhappy man would have us believe that he stole up to the window, peeped respectfully in, and discreetly withdrew, for fear something terrible and immoral should happen. And he tries to persuade us of that, us, who understand his character, who know his state of mind at the moment, and that he knew the signals by which he could at once enter the house.", "pos": 1749839}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "To begin with, what was the source of this suspicion?", "pos": 1751435}
{"speaker": "Madame Svyetlov", "text": "What the prisoner tells you, you must believe; he is not a man to tell a lie.", "pos": 1752504}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "who had cut short his life in a fit of insanity.", "pos": 1752938}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "He spoke to me himself of his spiritual condition during the last few days at his father’s house, but others too have borne witness to it—the prisoner himself, his brother, and the servant Grigory—that is, all who knew him well. Moreover, Smerdyakov, whose health was shaken by his attacks of epilepsy, had not the courage of a chicken. He fell at my feet and kissed them. He is an epileptic chicken. He would have killed me, I could see that he would have killed me. He suspected me at every instant. In fear and trembling I hastened to tell him every secret to pacify him, that he might see that I had not deceived him and let me off alive. When he began shouting at me, I would fall on my knees. He was naturally very honest and enjoyed the complete confidence of his master, ever since he had restored him some money he had lost. So it may be supposed that the poor fellow suffered pangs of remorse at having deceived his master, whom he loved as his benefactor. Persons severely afflicted with epilepsy are, so the most skillful doctors tell us, always prone to continual and morbid self‐reproach. They worry over their ‘wickedness,’ they are tormented by pangs of conscience, often entirely without cause; they exaggerate and often invent all sorts of faults and crimes. And here we have a man of that type who had really been driven to wrong‐doing by terror and intimidation. He had, besides, a strong presentiment that something terrible would be the outcome of the situation that was developing before his eyes. When Ivan Fyodorovitch was leaving for Moscow, just before the catastrophe, Smerdyakov besought him to remain, though he was too timid to tell him plainly what he feared. He confined himself to hints, but his hints were not understood.", "pos": 1753525}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I shall kill the old man, if only Ivan goes away.", "pos": 1756256}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "But he went away, and within an hour of his young master’s departure Smerdyakov was taken with an epileptic fit. But that’s perfectly intelligible. Here I must mention that Smerdyakov, oppressed by terror and despair of a sort, had felt during those last few days that one of the fits from which he had suffered before at moments of strain, might be coming upon him again. The day and hour of such an attack cannot, of course, be foreseen, but every epileptic can feel beforehand that he is likely to have one. So the doctors tell us. And so, as soon as Ivan Fyodorovitch had driven out of the yard, Smerdyakov, depressed by his lonely and unprotected position, went to the cellar. He went down the stairs wondering if he would have a fit or not, and what if it were to come upon him at once. And that very apprehension, that very wonder, brought on the spasm in his throat that always precedes such attacks, and he fell unconscious into the cellar. And in this perfectly natural occurrence people try to detect a suspicion, a hint that he was shamming an attack on purpose. But, if it were on purpose, the question arises at once, what was his motive? What was he reckoning on? What was he aiming at? I say nothing about medicine: science, I am told, may go astray: the doctors were not able to discriminate between the counterfeit and the real. That may be so, but answer me one question: what motive had he for such a counterfeit? Could he, had he been plotting the murder, have desired to attract the attention of the household by having a fit just before? You see, gentlemen of the jury, on the night of the murder, there were five persons in Fyodor Pavlovitch’s—Fyodor Pavlovitch himself (but he did not kill himself, that’s evident); then his servant, Grigory, but he was almost killed himself; the third person was Grigory’s wife, Marfa Ignatyevna, but it would be simply shameful to imagine her murdering her master. Two persons are left—the prisoner and Smerdyakov. But, if we are to believe the prisoner’s statement that he is not the murderer, then Smerdyakov must have been, for there is no other alternative, no one else can be found. That is what accounts for the artful, astounding accusation against the unhappy idiot who committed suicide yesterday. Had a shadow of suspicion rested on any one else, had there been any sixth person, I am persuaded that even the prisoner would have been ashamed to accuse Smerdyakov, and would have accused that sixth person, for to charge Smerdyakov with that murder is perfectly absurd. Gentlemen, let us lay aside psychology, let us lay aside medicine, let us even lay aside logic, let us turn only to the facts and see what the facts tell us. If Smerdyakov killed him, how did he do it? Alone or with the assistance of the prisoner? Let us consider the first alternative—that he did it alone. If he had killed him it must have been with some object, for some advantage to himself. But not having a shadow of the motive that the prisoner had for the murder—hatred, jealousy, and so on—Smerdyakov could only have murdered him for the sake of gain, in order to appropriate the three thousand roubles he had seen his master put in the envelope. And yet he tells another person—and a person most closely interested, that is, the prisoner—everything about the money and the signals, where the envelope lay, what was written on it, what it was tied up with, and, above all, told him of those signals by which he could enter the house. Did he do this simply to betray himself, or to invite to the same enterprise one who would be anxious to get that envelope for himself? ‘Yes,’ I shall be told, ‘but he betrayed it from fear.’ But how do you explain this? A man who could conceive such an audacious, savage act, and carry it out, tells facts which are known to no one else in the world, and which, if he held his tongue, no one would ever have guessed! No, however cowardly he might be, if he had plotted such a crime, nothing would have induced him to tell any one about the envelope and the signals, for that was as good as betraying himself beforehand. He would have invented something, he would have told some lie if he had been forced to give information, but he would have been silent about that. For, on the other hand, if he had said nothing about the money, but had committed the murder and stolen the money, no one in the world could have charged him with murder for the sake of robbery, since no one but he had seen the money, no one but he knew of its existence in the house. Even if he had been accused of the murder, it could only have been thought that he had committed it from some other motive. But since no one had observed any such motive in him beforehand, and every one saw, on the contrary, that his master was fond of him and honored him with his confidence, he would, of course, have been the last to be suspected. People would have suspected first the man who had a motive, a man who had himself declared he had such motives, who had made no secret of it; they would, in fact, have suspected the son of the murdered man, Dmitri Fyodorovitch. Had Smerdyakov killed and robbed him, and the son been accused of it, that would, of course, have suited Smerdyakov. Yet are we to believe that, though plotting the murder, he told that son, Dmitri, about the money, the envelope, and the signals? Is that logical? Is that clear? When the day of the murder planned by Smerdyakov came, we have him falling downstairs in a feigned fit—with what object? In the first place that Grigory, who had been intending to take his medicine, might put it off and remain on guard, seeing there was no one to look after the house, and, in the second place, I suppose, that his master seeing that there was no one to guard him, and in terror of a visit from his son, might redouble his vigilance and precaution. And, most of all, I suppose that he, Smerdyakov, disabled by the fit, might be carried from the kitchen, where he always slept, apart from all the rest, and where he could go in and out as he liked, to Grigory’s room at the other end of the lodge, where he was always put, shut off by a screen three paces from their own bed. This was the immemorial custom established by his master and the kind‐hearted Marfa Ignatyevna, whenever he had a fit. There, lying behind the screen, he would most likely, to keep up the sham, have begun groaning, and so keeping them awake all night (as Grigory and his wife testified). And all this, we are to believe, that he might more conveniently get up and murder his master! But I shall be told that he shammed illness on purpose that he might not be suspected and that he told the prisoner of the money and the signals to tempt him to commit the murder, and when he had murdered him and had gone away with the money, making a noise, most likely, and waking people, Smerdyakov got up, am I to believe, and went in—what for? To murder his master a second time and carry off the money that had already been stolen? Gentlemen, are you laughing? I am ashamed to put forward such suggestions, but, incredible as it seems, that’s just what the prisoner alleges. When he had left the house, had knocked Grigory down and raised an alarm, he tells us Smerdyakov got up, went in and murdered his master and stole the money! I won’t press the point that Smerdyakov could hardly have reckoned on this beforehand, and have foreseen that the furious and exasperated son would simply come to peep in respectfully, though he knew the signals, and beat a retreat, leaving Smerdyakov his booty. Gentlemen of the jury, I put this question to you in earnest; when was the moment when Smerdyakov could have committed his crime? Name that moment, or you can’t accuse him. Quite so, but what if they were in agreement? What if they murdered him together and shared the money—what then? But perhaps it was not a case of active complicity on Smerdyakov’s part, but only of passive acquiescence; perhaps Smerdyakov was intimidated and agreed not to prevent the murder, and foreseeing that he would be blamed for letting his master be murdered, without screaming for help or resisting, he may have obtained permission from Dmitri Karamazov to get out of the way by shamming a fit—‘you may murder him as you like; it’s nothing to me.’ But as this attack of Smerdyakov’s was bound to throw the household into confusion, Dmitri Karamazov could never have agreed to such a plan. I will waive that point however. Supposing that he did agree, it would still follow that Dmitri Karamazov is the murderer and the instigator, and Smerdyakov is only a passive accomplice, and not even an accomplice, but merely acquiesced against his will through terror. But what do we see? As soon as he is arrested the prisoner instantly throws all the blame on Smerdyakov, not accusing him of being his accomplice, but of being himself the murderer. ‘He did it alone,’ he says. ‘He murdered and robbed him. It was the work of his hands.’ Strange sort of accomplices who begin to accuse one another at once! And think of the risk for Karamazov. After committing the murder while his accomplice lay in bed, he throws the blame on the invalid, who might well have resented it and in self‐preservation might well have confessed the truth. For he might well have seen that the court would at once judge how far he was responsible, and so he might well have reckoned that if he were punished, it would be far less severely than the real murderer. But in that case he would have been certain to make a confession, yet he has not done so. Smerdyakov never hinted at their complicity, though the actual murderer persisted in accusing him and declaring that he had committed the crime alone. What’s more, Smerdyakov at the inquiry volunteered the statement that it was he who had told the prisoner of the envelope of notes and of the signals, and that, but for him, he would have known nothing about them. If he had really been a guilty accomplice, would he so readily have made this statement at the inquiry? On the contrary, he would have tried to conceal it, to distort the facts or minimize them. But he was far from distorting or minimizing them. No one but an innocent man, who had no fear of being charged with complicity, could have acted as he did. And in a fit of melancholy arising from his disease and this catastrophe he hanged himself yesterday. He left a note written in his peculiar language, ‘I destroy myself of my own will and inclination so as to throw no blame on any one.’ What would it have cost him to add: ‘I am the murderer, not Karamazov’? But that he did not add. Did his conscience lead him to suicide and not to avowing his guilt? And what followed? Notes for three thousand roubles were brought into the court just now, and we were told that they were the same that lay in the envelope now on the table before us, and that the witness had received them from Smerdyakov the day before. But I need not recall the painful scene, though I will make one or two comments, selecting such trivial ones as might not be obvious at first sight to every one, and so may be overlooked. In the first place, Smerdyakov must have given back the money and hanged himself yesterday from remorse. And only yesterday he confessed his guilt to Ivan Karamazov, as the latter informs us. If it were not so, indeed, why should Ivan Fyodorovitch have kept silence till now? And so, if he has confessed, then why, I ask again, did he not avow the whole truth in the last letter he left behind, knowing that the innocent prisoner had to face this terrible ordeal the next day? The money alone is no proof. A week ago, quite by chance, the fact came to the knowledge of myself and two other persons in this court that Ivan Fyodorovitch had sent two five per cent. coupons of five thousand each—that is, ten thousand in all—to the chief town of the province to be changed. I only mention this to point out that any one may have money, and that it can’t be proved that these notes are the same as were in Fyodor Pavlovitch’s envelope. Ivan Karamazov, after receiving yesterday a communication of such importance from the real murderer, did not stir. Why didn’t he report it at once? Why did he put it all off till morning? I think I have a right to conjecture why. His health had been giving way for a week past: he had admitted to a doctor and to his most intimate friends that he was suffering from hallucinations and seeing phantoms of the dead: he was on the eve of the attack of brain fever by which he has been stricken down to‐day. In this condition he suddenly heard of Smerdyakov’s death, and at once reflected, ‘The man is dead, I can throw the blame on him and save my brother. I have money. I will take a roll of notes and say that Smerdyakov gave them me before his death.’ You will say that was dishonorable: it’s dishonorable to slander even the dead, and even to save a brother. True, but what if he slandered him unconsciously? What if, finally unhinged by the sudden news of the valet’s death, he imagined it really was so? You saw the recent scene: you have seen the witness’s condition. He was standing up and was speaking, but where was his mind? Then followed the document, the prisoner’s letter written two days before the crime, and containing a complete program of the murder. Why, then, are we looking for any other program? The crime was committed precisely according to this program, and by no other than the writer of it. Yes, gentlemen of the jury, it went off without a hitch! He did not run respectfully and timidly away from his father’s window, though he was firmly convinced that the object of his affections was with him. No, that is absurd and unlikely! He went in and murdered him. Most likely he killed him in anger, burning with resentment, as soon as he looked on his hated rival. But having killed him, probably with one blow of the brass pestle, and having convinced himself, after careful search, that she was not there, he did not, however, forget to put his hand under the pillow and take out the envelope, the torn cover of which lies now on the table before us. I mention this fact that you may note one, to my thinking, very characteristic circumstance. Had he been an experienced murderer and had he committed the murder for the sake of gain only, would he have left the torn envelope on the floor as it was found, beside the corpse? Had it been Smerdyakov, for instance, murdering his master to rob him, he would have simply carried away the envelope with him, without troubling himself to open it over his victim’s corpse, for he would have known for certain that the notes were in the envelope—they had been put in and sealed up in his presence—and had he taken the envelope with him, no one would ever have known of the robbery. I ask you, gentlemen, would Smerdyakov have behaved in that way? Would he have left the envelope on the floor? No, this was the action of a frantic murderer, a murderer who was not a thief and had never stolen before that day, who snatched the notes from under the pillow, not like a thief stealing them, but as though seizing his own property from the thief who had stolen it. For that was the idea which had become almost an insane obsession in Dmitri Karamazov in regard to that money. And pouncing upon the envelope, which he had never seen before, he tore it open to make sure whether the money was in it, and ran away with the money in his pocket, even forgetting to consider that he had left an astounding piece of evidence against himself in that torn envelope on the floor. All because it was Karamazov, not Smerdyakov, he didn’t think, he didn’t reflect, and how should he? He ran away; he heard behind him the servant cry out; the old man caught him, stopped him and was felled to the ground by the brass pestle. The prisoner, moved by pity, leapt down to look at him. Would you believe it, he tells us that he leapt down out of pity, out of compassion, to see whether he could do anything for him. Was that a moment to show compassion? No; he jumped down simply to make certain whether the only witness of his crime were dead or alive. Any other feeling, any other motive would be unnatural. Note that he took trouble over Grigory, wiped his head with his handkerchief and, convincing himself he was dead, he ran to the house of his mistress, dazed and covered with blood. How was it he never thought that he was covered with blood and would be at once detected? But the prisoner himself assures us that he did not even notice that he was covered with blood. That may be believed, that is very possible, that always happens at such moments with criminals. On one point they will show diabolical cunning, while another will escape them altogether. But he was thinking at that moment of one thing only—where was she? He wanted to find out at once where she was, so he ran to her lodging and learnt an unexpected and astounding piece of news—she had gone off to Mokroe to meet her first lover. Karamazov, who had been frantically jealous of every one, collapsed, so to speak, and effaced himself at once before this first lover. What makes it all the more strange is that he seems to have hardly thought of this formidable rival. But he had looked upon him as a remote danger, and Karamazov always lives in the present. Possibly he regarded him as a fiction. But his wounded heart grasped instantly that the woman had been concealing this new rival and deceiving him, because he was anything but a fiction to her, because he was the one hope of her life. Grasping this instantly, he resigned himself. Gentlemen of the jury, I cannot help dwelling on this unexpected trait in the prisoner’s character. He suddenly evinces an irresistible desire for justice, a respect for woman and a recognition of her right to love. And all this at the very moment when he had stained his hands with his father’s blood for her sake! It is true that the blood he had shed was already crying out for vengeance, for, after having ruined his soul and his life in this world, he was forced to ask himself at that same instant what he was and what he could be now to her, to that being, dearer to him than his own soul, in comparison with that former lover who had returned penitent, with new love, to the woman he had once betrayed, with honorable offers, with the promise of a reformed and happy life. And he, luckless man, what could he give her now, what could he offer her? Karamazov felt all this, knew that all ways were barred to him by his crime and that he was a criminal under sentence, and not a man with life before him! This thought crushed him. And so he instantly flew to one frantic plan, which, to a man of Karamazov’s character, must have appeared the one inevitable way out of his terrible position. That way out was suicide. He ran for the pistols he had left in pledge with his friend Perhotin and on the way, as he ran, he pulled out of his pocket the money, for the sake of which he had stained his hands with his father’s gore. Oh, now he needed money more than ever. Karamazov would die, Karamazov would shoot himself and it should be remembered! To be sure, he was a poet and had burnt the candle at both ends all his life. ‘To her, to her! and there, oh, there I will give a feast to the whole world, such as never was before, that will be remembered and talked of long after! In the midst of shouts of wild merriment, reckless gypsy songs and dances I shall raise the glass and drink to the woman I adore and her new‐found happiness! And then, on the spot, at her feet, I shall dash out my brains before her and punish myself! She will remember Mitya Karamazov sometimes, she will see how Mitya loved her, she will feel for Mitya!’", "pos": 1756405}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "What need had he of precaution? Two or three times he almost confessed, hinted at it, all but spoke out.", "pos": 1778363}
{"speaker": "Karamazov", "text": "Do you know, you are driving a murderer!", "pos": 1778568}
{"speaker": "Ippolit Kirillovitch", "text": "But it was impossible for him to speak out, he had to get to Mokroe and there to finish his romance. But what was awaiting the luckless man? Almost from the first minute at Mokroe he saw that his invincible rival was perhaps by no means so invincible, that the toast to their new‐found happiness was not desired and would not be acceptable. But you know the facts, gentlemen of the jury, from the preliminary inquiry. Karamazov’s triumph over his rival was complete and his soul passed into quite a new phase, perhaps the most terrible phase through which his soul has passed or will pass. One may say with certainty, gentlemen of the jury, that outraged nature and the criminal heart bring their own vengeance more completely than any earthly justice. What’s more, justice and punishment on earth positively alleviate the punishment of nature and are, indeed, essential to the soul of the criminal at such moments, as its salvation from despair. For I cannot imagine the horror and moral suffering of Karamazov when he learnt that she loved him, that for his sake she had rejected her first lover, that she was summoning him, Mitya, to a new life, that she was promising him happiness—and when? When everything was over for him and nothing was possible! By the way, I will note in parenthesis a point of importance for the light it throws on the prisoner’s position at the moment. This woman, this love of his, had been till the last moment, till the very instant of his arrest, a being unattainable, passionately desired by him but unattainable. Yet why did he not shoot himself then, why did he relinquish his design and even forget where his pistol was? It was just that passionate desire for love and the hope of satisfying it that restrained him. Throughout their revels he kept close to his adored mistress, who was at the banquet with him and was more charming and fascinating to him than ever—he did not leave her side, abasing himself in his homage before her. His passion might well, for a moment, stifle not only the fear of arrest, but even the torments of conscience. For a moment, oh, only for a moment! I can picture the state of mind of the criminal hopelessly enslaved by these influences—first, the influence of drink, of noise and excitement, of the thud of the dance and the scream of the song, and of her, flushed with wine, singing and dancing and laughing to him! Secondly, the hope in the background that the fatal end might still be far off, that not till next morning, at least, they would come and take him. So he had a few hours and that’s much, very much! In a few hours one can think of many things. I imagine that he felt something like what criminals feel when they are being taken to the scaffold. They have another long, long street to pass down and at walking pace, past thousands of people. Then there will be a turning into another street and only at the end of that street the dread place of execution! I fancy that at the beginning of the journey the condemned man, sitting on his shameful cart, must feel that he has infinite life still before him. The houses recede, the cart moves on—oh, that’s nothing, it’s still far to the turning into the second street and he still looks boldly to right and to left at those thousands of callously curious people with their eyes fixed on him, and he still fancies that he is just such a man as they. But now the turning comes to the next street. Oh, that’s nothing, nothing, there’s still a whole street before him, and however many houses have been passed, he will still think there are many left. And so to the very end, to the very scaffold. This I imagine is how it was with Karamazov then. ‘They’ve not had time yet,’ he must have thought, ‘I may still find some way out, oh, there’s still time to make some plan of defense, and now, now—she is so fascinating!’ His soul was full of confusion and dread, but he managed, however, to put aside half his money and hide it somewhere—I cannot otherwise explain the disappearance of quite half of the three thousand he had just taken from his father’s pillow. He had been in Mokroe more than once before, he had caroused there for two days together already, he knew the old big house with all its passages and outbuildings. I imagine that part of the money was hidden in that house, not long before the arrest, in some crevice, under some floor, in some corner, under the roof. With what object? I shall be asked. Why, the catastrophe may take place at once, of course; he hadn’t yet considered how to meet it, he hadn’t the time, his head was throbbing and his heart was with her, but money—money was indispensable in any case! With money a man is always a man. Perhaps such foresight at such a moment may strike you as unnatural? But he assures us himself that a month before, at a critical and exciting moment, he had halved his money and sewn it up in a little bag. And though that was not true, as we shall prove directly, it shows the idea was a familiar one to Karamazov, he had contemplated it. What’s more, when he declared at the inquiry that he had put fifteen hundred roubles in a bag (which never existed) he may have invented that little bag on the inspiration of the moment, because he had two hours before divided his money and hidden half of it at Mokroe till morning, in case of emergency, simply not to have it on himself. Two extremes, gentlemen of the jury, remember that Karamazov can contemplate two extremes and both at once. We have looked in the house, but we haven’t found the money. It may still be there or it may have disappeared next day and be in the prisoner’s hands now. In any case he was at her side, on his knees before her, she was lying on the bed, he had his hands stretched out to her and he had so entirely forgotten everything that he did not even hear the men coming to arrest him. He hadn’t time to prepare any line of defense in his mind. He was caught unawares and confronted with his judges, the arbiters of his destiny. Gentlemen of the jury, there are moments in the execution of our duties when it is terrible for us to face a man, terrible on his account, too! The moments of contemplating that animal fear, when the criminal sees that all is lost, but still struggles, still means to struggle, the moments when every instinct of self‐preservation rises up in him at once and he looks at you with questioning and suffering eyes, studies you, your face, your thoughts, uncertain on which side you will strike, and his distracted mind frames thousands of plans in an instant, but he is still afraid to speak, afraid of giving himself away! This purgatory of the spirit, this animal thirst for self‐preservation, these humiliating moments of the human soul, are awful, and sometimes arouse horror and compassion for the criminal even in the lawyer. And this was what we all witnessed then. At first he was thunderstruck and in his terror dropped some very compromising phrases. ‘Blood! I’ve deserved it!’ But he quickly restrained himself. He had not prepared what he was to say, what answer he was to make, he had nothing but a bare denial ready. ‘I am not guilty of my father’s death.’ That was his fence for the moment and behind it he hoped to throw up a barricade of some sort. His first compromising exclamations he hastened to explain by declaring that he was responsible for the death of the servant Grigory only. ‘Of that bloodshed I am guilty, but who has killed my father, gentlemen, who has killed him? Who can have killed him, if not I?’ Do you hear, he asked us that, us, who had come to ask him that question! Do you hear that phrase uttered with such premature haste—‘if not I’—the animal cunning, the naïveté, the Karamazov impatience of it? ‘I didn’t kill him and you mustn’t think I did! I wanted to kill him, gentlemen, I wanted to kill him,’ he hastens to admit (he was in a hurry, in a terrible hurry), ‘but still I am not guilty, it is not I murdered him.’ He concedes to us that he wanted to murder him, as though to say, you can see for yourselves how truthful I am, so you’ll believe all the sooner that I didn’t murder him. Oh, in such cases the criminal is often amazingly shallow and credulous. At that point one of the lawyers asked him, as it were incidentally, the most simple question, ‘Wasn’t it Smerdyakov killed him?’ Then, as we expected, he was horribly angry at our having anticipated him and caught him unawares, before he had time to pave the way to choose and snatch the moment when it would be most natural to bring in Smerdyakov’s name. He rushed at once to the other extreme, as he always does, and began to assure us that Smerdyakov could not have killed him, was not capable of it. But don’t believe him, that was only his cunning; he didn’t really give up the idea of Smerdyakov; on the contrary, he meant to bring him forward again; for, indeed, he had no one else to bring forward, but he would do that later, because for the moment that line was spoiled for him. He would bring him forward perhaps next day, or even a few days later, choosing an opportunity to cry out to us, ‘You know I was more skeptical about Smerdyakov than you, you remember that yourselves, but now I am convinced. He killed him, he must have done!’ And for the present he falls back upon a gloomy and irritable denial. Impatience and anger prompted him, however, to the most inept and incredible explanation of how he looked into his father’s window and how he respectfully withdrew. The worst of it was that he was unaware of the position of affairs, of the evidence given by Grigory. We proceeded to search him. The search angered, but encouraged him, the whole three thousand had not been found on him, only half of it. And no doubt only at that moment of angry silence, the fiction of the little bag first occurred to him. No doubt he was conscious himself of the improbability of the story and strove painfully to make it sound more likely, to weave it into a romance that would sound plausible. In such cases the first duty, the chief task of the investigating lawyers, is to prevent the criminal being prepared, to pounce upon him unexpectedly so that he may blurt out his cherished ideas in all their simplicity, improbability and inconsistency. The criminal can only be made to speak by the sudden and apparently incidental communication of some new fact, of some circumstance of great importance in the case, of which he had no previous idea and could not have foreseen. We had such a fact in readiness—that was Grigory’s evidence about the open door through which the prisoner had run out. He had completely forgotten about that door and had not even suspected that Grigory could have seen it. The effect of it was amazing. He leapt up and shouted to us, ‘Then Smerdyakov murdered him, it was Smerdyakov!’ and so betrayed the basis of the defense he was keeping back, and betrayed it in its most improbable shape, for Smerdyakov could only have committed the murder after he had knocked Grigory down and run away. When we told him that Grigory saw the door was open before he fell down, and had heard Smerdyakov behind the screen as he came out of his bedroom—Karamazov was positively crushed. My esteemed and witty colleague, Nikolay Parfenovitch, told me afterwards that he was almost moved to tears at the sight of him. And to improve matters, the prisoner hastened to tell us about the much‐talked‐of little bag—so be it, you shall hear this romance! Gentlemen of the jury, I have told you already why I consider this romance not only an absurdity, but the most improbable invention that could have been brought forward in the circumstances. If one tried for a bet to invent the most unlikely story, one could hardly find anything more incredible. The worst of such stories is that the triumphant romancers can always be put to confusion and crushed by the very details in which real life is so rich and which these unhappy and involuntary story‐tellers neglect as insignificant trifles. Oh, they have no thought to spare for such details, their minds are concentrated on their grand invention as a whole, and fancy any one daring to pull them up for a trifle! But that’s how they are caught. The prisoner was asked the question, ‘Where did you get the stuff for your little bag and who made it for you?’ ‘I made it myself.’ ‘And where did you get the linen?’ The prisoner was positively offended, he thought it almost insulting to ask him such a trivial question, and would you believe it, his resentment was genuine! But they are all like that. ‘I tore it off my shirt.’ ‘Then we shall find that shirt among your linen to‐morrow, with a piece torn off.’ And only fancy, gentlemen of the jury, if we really had found that torn shirt (and how could we have failed to find it in his chest of drawers or trunk?) that would have been a fact, a material fact in support of his statement! But he was incapable of that reflection. ‘I don’t remember, it may not have been off my shirt, I sewed it up in one of my landlady’s caps.’ ‘What sort of a cap?’ ‘It was an old cotton rag of hers lying about.’ ‘And do you remember that clearly?’ ‘No, I don’t.’ And he was angry, very angry, and yet imagine not remembering it! At the most terrible moments of man’s life, for instance when he is being led to execution, he remembers just such trifles. He will forget anything but some green roof that has flashed past him on the road, or a jackdaw on a cross—that he will remember. He concealed the making of that little bag from his household, he must have remembered his humiliating fear that some one might come in and find him needle in hand, how at the slightest sound he slipped behind the screen (there is a screen in his lodgings). But, gentlemen of the jury, why do I tell you all this, all these details, trifles? Just because the prisoner still persists in these absurdities to this moment. He has not explained anything since that fatal night two months ago, he has not added one actual illuminating fact to his former fantastic statements; all those are trivialities. ‘You must believe it on my honor.’ Oh, we are glad to believe it, we are eager to believe it, even if only on his word of honor! Are we jackals thirsting for human blood? Show us a single fact in the prisoner’s favor and we shall rejoice; but let it be a substantial, real fact, and not a conclusion drawn from the prisoner’s expression by his own brother, or that when he beat himself on the breast he must have meant to point to the little bag, in the darkness, too. We shall rejoice at the new fact, we shall be the first to repudiate our charge, we shall hasten to repudiate it. But now justice cries out and we persist, we cannot repudiate anything. And whatever you may hear from the talented and celebrated counsel for the defense, whatever eloquent and touching appeals may be made to your sensibilities, remember that at this moment you are in a temple of justice. Remember that you are the champions of our justice, the champions of our holy Russia, of her principles, her family, everything that she holds sacred! Yes, you represent Russia here at this moment, and your verdict will be heard not in this hall only but will reëcho throughout the whole of Russia, and all Russia will hear you, as her champions and her judges, and she will be encouraged or disheartened by your verdict. Do not disappoint Russia and her expectations. Our fatal troika dashes on in her headlong flight perhaps to destruction and in all Russia for long past men have stretched out imploring hands and called a halt to its furious reckless course. And if other nations stand aside from that troika that may be, not from respect, as the poet would fain believe, but simply from horror. From horror, perhaps from disgust. And well it is that they stand aside, but maybe they will cease one day to do so and will form a firm wall confronting the hurrying apparition and will check the frenzied rush of our lawlessness, for the sake of their own safety, enlightenment and civilization. Already we have heard voices of alarm from Europe, they already begin to sound. Do not tempt them! Do not heap up their growing hatred by a sentence justifying the murder of a father by his son!", "pos": 1778610}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He will speak at last and of course carry all before him.", "pos": 1795813}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "The Bernards!", "pos": 1796260}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The man could not resist boasting of his cleverness,", "pos": 1796692}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "A weighty speech,", "pos": 1796953}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He brought in too much psychology,", "pos": 1797016}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But it was all true, the absolute truth!", "pos": 1797073}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, he is first rate at it.", "pos": 1797116}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He summed it all up.", "pos": 1797147}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, he summed us up, too,", "pos": 1797170}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Do you remember, at the beginning of his speech, making out we were all like Fyodor Pavlovitch?", "pos": 1797224}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And at the end, too. But that was all rot.", "pos": 1797322}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And obscure too.", "pos": 1797367}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He was a little too much carried away.", "pos": 1797386}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s unjust, it’s unjust.", "pos": 1797427}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, it was smartly done, anyway. He’s had long to wait, but he’s had his say, ha ha!", "pos": 1797455}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What will the counsel for the defense say?", "pos": 1797542}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He had no business to make a thrust at the Petersburg man like that; ‘appealing to your sensibilities’—do you remember?", "pos": 1797613}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, that was awkward of him.", "pos": 1797735}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He was in too great a hurry.", "pos": 1797767}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is a nervous man.", "pos": 1797798}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "We laugh, but what must the prisoner be feeling?", "pos": 1797821}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, what must it be for Mitya?", "pos": 1797872}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What lady is that, the fat one, with the lorgnette, sitting at the end?", "pos": 1797924}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She is a general’s wife, divorced, I know her.", "pos": 1797998}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That’s why she has the lorgnette.", "pos": 1798047}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "She is not good for much.", "pos": 1798083}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, no, she is a piquante little woman.", "pos": 1798111}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Two places beyond her there is a little fair woman, she is prettier.", "pos": 1798153}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "They caught him smartly at Mokroe, didn’t they, eh?", "pos": 1798224}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, it was smart enough. We’ve heard it before, how often he has told the story at people’s houses!", "pos": 1798278}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And he couldn’t resist doing it now. That’s vanity.", "pos": 1798380}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is a man with a grievance, he he!", "pos": 1798434}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, and quick to take offense. And there was too much rhetoric, such long sentences.", "pos": 1798473}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, he tries to alarm us, he kept trying to alarm us. Do you remember about the troika? Something about ‘They have Hamlets, but we have, so far, only Karamazovs!’ That was cleverly said!", "pos": 1798561}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "They have Hamlets, but we have, so far, only Karamazovs!", "pos": 1798667}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That was to propitiate the liberals. He is afraid of them.", "pos": 1798751}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, and he is afraid of the lawyer, too.", "pos": 1798812}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, what will Fetyukovitch say?", "pos": 1798856}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Whatever he says, he won’t get round our peasants.", "pos": 1798891}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Don’t you think so?", "pos": 1798944}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What he said about the troika was good, that piece about the other nations.", "pos": 1798982}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And that was true what he said about other nations not standing it.", "pos": 1799060}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What do you mean?", "pos": 1799130}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, in the English Parliament a Member got up last week and speaking about the Nihilists asked the Ministry whether it was not high time to intervene, to educate this barbarous people. Ippolit was thinking of him, I know he was. He was talking about that last week.", "pos": 1799150}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not an easy job.", "pos": 1799419}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not an easy job? Why not?", "pos": 1799438}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, we’d shut up Kronstadt and not let them have any corn. Where would they get it?", "pos": 1799466}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "In America. They get it from America now.", "pos": 1799553}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Nonsense!", "pos": 1799597}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "That is what has happened to me in the present case. From the very first accounts in the newspapers I was struck by something which strongly prepossessed me in the prisoner’s favor. What interested me most was a fact which often occurs in legal practice, but rarely, I think, in such an extreme and peculiar form as in the present case. I ought to formulate that peculiarity only at the end of my speech, but I will do so at the very beginning, for it is my weakness to go to work directly, not keeping my effects in reserve and economizing my material. That may be imprudent on my part, but at least it’s sincere. What I have in my mind is this: there is an overwhelming chain of evidence against the prisoner, and at the same time not one fact that will stand criticism, if it is examined separately. As I followed the case more closely in the papers my idea was more and more confirmed, and I suddenly received from the prisoner’s relatives a request to undertake his defense. I at once hurried here, and here I became completely convinced. It was to break down this terrible chain of facts, and to show that each piece of evidence taken separately was unproved and fantastic, that I undertook the case. Gentlemen of the jury. I am new to this district. I have no preconceived ideas. The prisoner, a man of turbulent and unbridled temper, has not insulted me. But he has insulted perhaps hundreds of persons in this town, and so prejudiced many people against him beforehand. Of course I recognize that the moral sentiment of local society is justly excited against him. The prisoner is of turbulent and violent temper. Yet he was received in society here; he was even welcome in the family of my talented friend, the prosecutor. Nevertheless I venture to suggest, that in spite of his independent mind and just character, my opponent may have formed a mistaken prejudice against my unfortunate client. Oh, that is so natural; the unfortunate man has only too well deserved such prejudice. Outraged morality, and still more outraged taste, is often relentless. We have, in the talented prosecutor’s speech, heard a stern analysis of the prisoner’s character and conduct, and his severe critical attitude to the case was evident. And, what’s more, he went into psychological subtleties into which he could not have entered, if he had the least conscious and malicious prejudice against the prisoner. But there are things which are even worse, even more fatal in such cases, than the most malicious and consciously unfair attitude. It is worse if we are carried away by the artistic instinct, by the desire to create, so to speak, a romance, especially if God has endowed us with psychological insight. Before I started on my way here, I was warned in Petersburg, and was myself aware, that I should find here a talented opponent whose psychological insight and subtlety had gained him peculiar renown in legal circles of recent years. But profound as psychology is, it’s a knife that cuts both ways. You will, of course, forgive me my comparison; I can’t boast of eloquence. But I will take as an example any point in the prosecutor’s speech. The prisoner, running away in the garden in the dark, climbed over the fence, was seized by the servant, and knocked him down with a brass pestle. Then he jumped back into the garden and spent five minutes over the man, trying to discover whether he had killed him or not. And the prosecutor refuses to believe the prisoner’s statement that he ran to old Grigory out of pity. ‘No,’ he says, ‘such sensibility is impossible at such a moment, that’s unnatural; he ran to find out whether the only witness of his crime was dead or alive, and so showed that he had committed the murder, since he would not have run back for any other reason.’ Here you have psychology; but let us take the same method and apply it to the case the other way round, and our result will be no less probable. The murderer, we are told, leapt down to find out, as a precaution, whether the witness was alive or not, yet he had left in his murdered father’s study, as the prosecutor himself argues, an amazing piece of evidence in the shape of a torn envelope, with an inscription that there had been three thousand roubles in it. ‘If he had carried that envelope away with him, no one in the world would have known of that envelope and of the notes in it, and that the money had been stolen by the prisoner.’ Those are the prosecutor’s own words. So on one side you see a complete absence of precaution, a man who has lost his head and run away in a fright, leaving that clew on the floor, and two minutes later, when he has killed another man, we are entitled to assume the most heartless and calculating foresight in him. But even admitting this was so, it is psychological subtlety, I suppose, that discerns that under certain circumstances I become as bloodthirsty and keen‐sighted as a Caucasian eagle, while at the next I am as timid and blind as a mole. But if I am so bloodthirsty and cruelly calculating that when I kill a man I only run back to find out whether he is alive to witness against me, why should I spend five minutes looking after my victim at the risk of encountering other witnesses? Why soak my handkerchief, wiping the blood off his head so that it may be evidence against me later? If he were so cold‐hearted and calculating, why not hit the servant on the head again and again with the same pestle so as to kill him outright and relieve himself of all anxiety about the witness. Again, though he ran to see whether the witness was alive, he left another witness on the path, that brass pestle which he had taken from the two women, and which they could always recognize afterwards as theirs, and prove that he had taken it from them. And it is not as though he had forgotten it on the path, dropped it through carelessness or haste, no, he had flung away his weapon, for it was found fifteen paces from where Grigory lay. Why did he do so? Just because he was grieved at having killed a man, an old servant; and he flung away the pestle with a curse, as a murderous weapon. That’s how it must have been, what other reason could he have had for throwing it so far? And if he was capable of feeling grief and pity at having killed a man, it shows that he was innocent of his father’s murder. Had he murdered him, he would never have run to another victim out of pity; then he would have felt differently; his thoughts would have been centered on self‐preservation. He would have had none to spare for pity, that is beyond doubt. On the contrary, he would have broken his skull instead of spending five minutes looking after him. There was room for pity and good‐feeling just because his conscience had been clear till then. Here we have a different psychology. I have purposely resorted to this method, gentlemen of the jury, to show that you can prove anything by it. It all depends on who makes use of it. Psychology lures even most serious people into romancing, and quite unconsciously. I am speaking of the abuse of psychology, gentlemen. Gentlemen of the jury. Every new and unprejudiced observer must be struck by a characteristic peculiarity in the present case, namely, the charge of robbery, and the complete impossibility of proving that there was anything to be stolen. We are told that money was stolen—three thousand roubles—but whether those roubles ever existed, nobody knows. Consider, how have we heard of that sum, and who has seen the notes? The only person who saw them, and stated that they had been put in the envelope, was the servant, Smerdyakov. He had spoken of it to the prisoner and his brother, Ivan Fyodorovitch, before the catastrophe. Madame Svyetlov, too, had been told of it. But not one of these three persons had actually seen the notes, no one but Smerdyakov had seen them. Here the question arises, if it’s true that they did exist, and that Smerdyakov had seen them, when did he see them for the last time? What if his master had taken the notes from under his bed and put them back in his cash‐box without telling him? Note, that according to Smerdyakov’s story the notes were kept under the mattress; the prisoner must have pulled them out, and yet the bed was absolutely unrumpled; that is carefully recorded in the protocol. How could the prisoner have found the notes without disturbing the bed? How could he have helped soiling with his blood‐ stained hands the fine and spotless linen with which the bed had been purposely made? But I shall be asked: What about the envelope on the floor? Yes, it’s worth saying a word or two about that envelope. I was somewhat surprised just now to hear the highly talented prosecutor declare of himself—of himself, observe—that but for that envelope, but for its being left on the floor, no one in the world would have known of the existence of that envelope and the notes in it, and therefore of the prisoner’s having stolen it. And so that torn scrap of paper is, by the prosecutor’s own admission, the sole proof on which the charge of robbery rests, ‘otherwise no one would have known of the robbery, nor perhaps even of the money.’ But is the mere fact that that scrap of paper was lying on the floor a proof that there was money in it, and that that money had been stolen? Yet, it will be objected, Smerdyakov had seen the money in the envelope. But when, when had he seen it for the last time, I ask you that? I talked to Smerdyakov, and he told me that he had seen the notes two days before the catastrophe. Then why not imagine that old Fyodor Pavlovitch, locked up alone in impatient and hysterical expectation of the object of his adoration, may have whiled away the time by breaking open the envelope and taking out the notes. ‘What’s the use of the envelope?’ he may have asked himself. ‘She won’t believe the notes are there, but when I show her the thirty rainbow‐colored notes in one roll, it will make more impression, you may be sure, it will make her mouth water.’ And so he tears open the envelope, takes out the money, and flings the envelope on the floor, conscious of being the owner and untroubled by any fears of leaving evidence. Listen, gentlemen, could anything be more likely than this theory and such an action? Why is it out of the question? But if anything of the sort could have taken place, the charge of robbery falls to the ground; if there was no money, there was no theft of it. If the envelope on the floor may be taken as evidence that there had been money in it, why may I not maintain the opposite, that the envelope was on the floor because the money had been taken from it by its owner? But I shall be asked what became of the money if Fyodor Pavlovitch took it out of the envelope since it was not found when the police searched the house? In the first place, part of the money was found in the cash‐box, and secondly, he might have taken it out that morning or the evening before to make some other use of it, to give or send it away; he may have changed his idea, his plan of action completely, without thinking it necessary to announce the fact to Smerdyakov beforehand. And if there is the barest possibility of such an explanation, how can the prisoner be so positively accused of having committed murder for the sake of robbery, and of having actually carried out that robbery? This is encroaching on the domain of romance. If it is maintained that something has been stolen, the thing must be produced, or at least its existence must be proved beyond doubt. Yet no one had ever seen these notes.", "pos": 1801530}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not long ago in Petersburg a young man of eighteen, hardly more than a boy, who carried on a small business as a costermonger, went in broad daylight into a moneychanger’s shop with an ax, and with extraordinary, typical audacity killed the master of the shop and carried off fifteen hundred roubles. Five hours later he was arrested, and, except fifteen roubles he had already managed to spend, the whole sum was found on him. Moreover, the shopman, on his return to the shop after the murder, informed the police not only of the exact sum stolen, but even of the notes and gold coins of which that sum was made up, and those very notes and coins were found on the criminal. This was followed by a full and genuine confession on the part of the murderer. That’s what I call evidence, gentlemen of the jury! In that case I know, I see, I touch the money, and cannot deny its existence. Is it the same in the present case? And yet it is a question of life and death.", "pos": 1814111}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, I shall be told, but he was carousing that night, squandering money; he was shown to have had fifteen hundred roubles—where did he get the money? But the very fact that only fifteen hundred could be found, and the other half of the sum could nowhere be discovered, shows that that money was not the same, and had never been in any envelope. By strict calculation of time it was proved at the preliminary inquiry that the prisoner ran straight from those women servants to Perhotin’s without going home, and that he had been nowhere. So he had been all the time in company and therefore could not have divided the three thousand in half and hidden half in the town. It’s just this consideration that has led the prosecutor to assume that the money is hidden in some crevice at Mokroe. Why not in the dungeons of the castle of Udolpho, gentlemen? Isn’t this supposition really too fantastic and too romantic? And observe, if that supposition breaks down, the whole charge of robbery is scattered to the winds, for in that case what could have become of the other fifteen hundred roubles? By what miracle could they have disappeared, since it’s proved the prisoner went nowhere else? And we are ready to ruin a man’s life with such tales!", "pos": 1815078}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I shall be told that he could not explain where he got the fifteen hundred that he had, and every one knew that he was without money before that night. Who knew it, pray? The prisoner has made a clear and unflinching statement of the source of that money, and if you will have it so, gentlemen of the jury, nothing can be more probable than that statement, and more consistent with the temper and spirit of the prisoner. The prosecutor is charmed with his own romance. A man of weak will, who had brought himself to take the three thousand so insultingly offered by his betrothed, could not, we are told, have set aside half and sewn it up, but would, even if he had done so, have unpicked it every two days and taken out a hundred, and so would have spent it all in a month. All this, you will remember, was put forward in a tone that brooked no contradiction. But what if the thing happened quite differently? What if you’ve been weaving a romance, and about quite a different kind of man? That’s just it, you have invented quite a different man!", "pos": 1816320}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I shall be told, perhaps, there are witnesses that he spent on one day all that three thousand given him by his betrothed a month before the catastrophe, so he could not have divided the sum in half. But who are these witnesses? The value of their evidence has been shown in court already. Besides, in another man’s hand a crust always seems larger, and no one of these witnesses counted that money; they all judged simply at sight. And the witness Maximov has testified that the prisoner had twenty thousand in his hand. You see, gentlemen of the jury, psychology is a two‐ edged weapon. Let me turn the other edge now and see what comes of it.", "pos": 1817370}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "A month before the catastrophe the prisoner was entrusted by Katerina Ivanovna with three thousand roubles to send off by post. But the question is: is it true that they were entrusted to him in such an insulting and degrading way as was proclaimed just now? The first statement made by the young lady on the subject was different, perfectly different. In the second statement we heard only cries of resentment and revenge, cries of long‐concealed hatred. And the very fact that the witness gave her first evidence incorrectly, gives us a right to conclude that her second piece of evidence may have been incorrect also. The prosecutor will not, dare not (his own words) touch on that story. So be it. I will not touch on it either, but will only venture to observe that if a lofty and high‐ principled person, such as that highly respected young lady unquestionably is, if such a person, I say, allows herself suddenly in court to contradict her first statement, with the obvious motive of ruining the prisoner, it is clear that this evidence has been given not impartially, not coolly. Have not we the right to assume that a revengeful woman might have exaggerated much? Yes, she may well have exaggerated, in particular, the insult and humiliation of her offering him the money. No, it was offered in such a way that it was possible to take it, especially for a man so easy‐going as the prisoner, above all, as he expected to receive shortly from his father the three thousand roubles that he reckoned was owing to him. It was unreflecting of him, but it was just his irresponsible want of reflection that made him so confident that his father would give him the money, that he would get it, and so could always dispatch the money entrusted to him and repay the debt.", "pos": 1818017}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But the prosecutor refuses to allow that he could the same day have set aside half the money and sewn it up in a little bag. That’s not his character, he tells us, he couldn’t have had such feelings. But yet he talked himself of the broad Karamazov nature; he cried out about the two extremes which a Karamazov can contemplate at once. Karamazov is just such a two‐sided nature, fluctuating between two extremes, that even when moved by the most violent craving for riotous gayety, he can pull himself up, if something strikes him on the other side. And on the other side is love—that new love which had flamed up in his heart, and for that love he needed money; oh, far more than for carousing with his mistress. If she were to say to him, ‘I am yours, I won’t have Fyodor Pavlovitch,’ then he must have money to take her away. That was more important than carousing. Could a Karamazov fail to understand it? That anxiety was just what he was suffering from—what is there improbable in his laying aside that money and concealing it in case of emergency?", "pos": 1819789}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But time passed, and Fyodor Pavlovitch did not give the prisoner the expected three thousand; on the contrary, the latter heard that he meant to use this sum to seduce the woman he, the prisoner, loved. ‘If Fyodor Pavlovitch doesn’t give the money,’ he thought, ‘I shall be put in the position of a thief before Katerina Ivanovna.’ And then the idea presented itself to him that he would go to Katerina Ivanovna, lay before her the fifteen hundred roubles he still carried round his neck, and say, ‘I am a scoundrel, but not a thief.’ So here we have already a twofold reason why he should guard that sum of money as the apple of his eye, why he shouldn’t unpick the little bag, and spend it a hundred at a time. Why should you deny the prisoner a sense of honor? Yes, he has a sense of honor, granted that it’s misplaced, granted it’s often mistaken, yet it exists and amounts to a passion, and he has proved that.", "pos": 1820845}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But now the affair becomes even more complex; his jealous torments reach a climax, and those same two questions torture his fevered brain more and more: ‘If I repay Katerina Ivanovna, where can I find the means to go off with Grushenka?’ If he behaved wildly, drank, and made disturbances in the taverns in the course of that month, it was perhaps because he was wretched and strained beyond his powers of endurance. These two questions became so acute that they drove him at last to despair. He sent his younger brother to beg for the last time for the three thousand roubles, but without waiting for a reply, burst in himself and ended by beating the old man in the presence of witnesses. After that he had no prospect of getting it from any one; his father would not give it him after that beating.", "pos": 1821762}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The same evening he struck himself on the breast, just on the upper part of the breast where the little bag was, and swore to his brother that he had the means of not being a scoundrel, but that still he would remain a scoundrel, for he foresaw that he would not use that means, that he wouldn’t have the character, that he wouldn’t have the will‐power to do it. Why, why does the prosecutor refuse to believe the evidence of Alexey Karamazov, given so genuinely and sincerely, so spontaneously and convincingly? And why, on the contrary, does he force me to believe in money hidden in a crevice, in the dungeons of the castle of Udolpho?", "pos": 1822565}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The same evening, after his talk with his brother, the prisoner wrote that fatal letter, and that letter is the chief, the most stupendous proof of the prisoner having committed robbery! ‘I shall beg from every one, and if I don’t get it I shall murder my father and shall take the envelope with the pink ribbon on it from under his mattress as soon as Ivan has gone.’ A full program of the murder, we are told, so it must have been he. ‘It has all been done as he wrote,’ cries the prosecutor.", "pos": 1823205}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But in the first place, it’s the letter of a drunken man and written in great irritation; secondly, he writes of the envelope from what he has heard from Smerdyakov again, for he has not seen the envelope himself; and thirdly, he wrote it indeed, but how can you prove that he did it? Did the prisoner take the envelope from under the pillow, did he find the money, did that money exist indeed? And was it to get money that the prisoner ran off, if you remember? He ran off post‐haste not to steal, but to find out where she was, the woman who had crushed him. He was not running to carry out a program, to carry out what he had written, that is, not for an act of premeditated robbery, but he ran suddenly, spontaneously, in a jealous fury. Yes! I shall be told, but when he got there and murdered him he seized the money, too. But did he murder him after all? The charge of robbery I repudiate with indignation. A man cannot be accused of robbery, if it’s impossible to state accurately what he has stolen; that’s an axiom. But did he murder him without robbery, did he murder him at all? Is that proved? Isn’t that, too, a romance?", "pos": 1823701}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Allow me, gentlemen of the jury, to remind you that a man’s life is at stake and that you must be careful. We have heard the prosecutor himself admit that until to‐day he hesitated to accuse the prisoner of a full and conscious premeditation of the crime; he hesitated till he saw that fatal drunken letter which was produced in court to‐day. ‘All was done as written.’ But, I repeat again, he was running to her, to seek her, solely to find out where she was. That’s a fact that can’t be disputed. Had she been at home, he would not have run away, but would have remained at her side, and so would not have done what he promised in the letter. He ran unexpectedly and accidentally, and by that time very likely he did not even remember his drunken letter. ‘He snatched up the pestle,’ they say, and you will remember how a whole edifice of psychology was built on that pestle—why he was bound to look at that pestle as a weapon, to snatch it up, and so on, and so on. A very commonplace idea occurs to me at this point: What if that pestle had not been in sight, had not been lying on the shelf from which it was snatched by the prisoner, but had been put away in a cupboard? It would not have caught the prisoner’s eye, and he would have run away without a weapon, with empty hands, and then he would certainly not have killed any one. How then can I look upon the pestle as a proof of premeditation?", "pos": 1824882}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, but he talked in the taverns of murdering his father, and two days before, on the evening when he wrote his drunken letter, he was quiet and only quarreled with a shopman in the tavern, because a Karamazov could not help quarreling, forsooth! But my answer to that is, that, if he was planning such a murder in accordance with his letter, he certainly would not have quarreled even with a shopman, and probably would not have gone into the tavern at all, because a person plotting such a crime seeks quiet and retirement, seeks to efface himself, to avoid being seen and heard, and that not from calculation, but from instinct. Gentlemen of the jury, the psychological method is a two‐edged weapon, and we, too, can use it. As for all this shouting in taverns throughout the month, don’t we often hear children, or drunkards coming out of taverns shout, ‘I’ll kill you’? but they don’t murder any one. And that fatal letter—isn’t that simply drunken irritability, too? Isn’t that simply the shout of the brawler outside the tavern, ‘I’ll kill you! I’ll kill the lot of you!’ Why not, why could it not be that? What reason have we to call that letter ‘fatal’ rather than absurd? Because his father has been found murdered, because a witness saw the prisoner running out of the garden with a weapon in his hand, and was knocked down by him: therefore, we are told, everything was done as he had planned in writing, and the letter was not ‘absurd,’ but ‘fatal.’", "pos": 1826286}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Now, thank God! we’ve come to the real point: ‘since he was in the garden, he must have murdered him.’ In those few words: ‘since he was, then he must’ lies the whole case for the prosecution. He was there, so he must have. And what if there is no must about it, even if he was there? Oh, I admit that the chain of evidence—the coincidences—are really suggestive. But examine all these facts separately, regardless of their connection. Why, for instance, does the prosecution refuse to admit the truth of the prisoner’s statement that he ran away from his father’s window? Remember the sarcasms in which the prosecutor indulged at the expense of the respectful and ‘pious’ sentiments which suddenly came over the murderer. But what if there were something of the sort, a feeling of religious awe, if not of filial respect? ‘My mother must have been praying for me at that moment,’ were the prisoner’s words at the preliminary inquiry, and so he ran away as soon as he convinced himself that Madame Svyetlov was not in his father’s house. ‘But he could not convince himself by looking through the window,’ the prosecutor objects. But why couldn’t he? Why? The window opened at the signals given by the prisoner. Some word might have been uttered by Fyodor Pavlovitch, some exclamation which showed the prisoner that she was not there. Why should we assume everything as we imagine it, as we make up our minds to imagine it? A thousand things may happen in reality which elude the subtlest imagination.", "pos": 1827751}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "‘Yes, but Grigory saw the door open and so the prisoner certainly was in the house, therefore he killed him.’ Now about that door, gentlemen of the jury.... Observe that we have only the statement of one witness as to that door, and he was at the time in such a condition, that— But supposing the door was open; supposing the prisoner has lied in denying it, from an instinct of self‐defense, natural in his position; supposing he did go into the house—well, what then? How does it follow that because he was there he committed the murder? He might have dashed in, run through the rooms; might have pushed his father away; might have struck him; but as soon as he had made sure Madame Svyetlov was not there, he may have run away rejoicing that she was not there and that he had not killed his father. And it was perhaps just because he had escaped from the temptation to kill his father, because he had a clear conscience and was rejoicing at not having killed him, that he was capable of a pure feeling, the feeling of pity and compassion, and leapt off the fence a minute later to the assistance of Grigory after he had, in his excitement, knocked him down.", "pos": 1829255}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "With terrible eloquence the prosecutor has described to us the dreadful state of the prisoner’s mind at Mokroe when love again lay before him calling him to new life, while love was impossible for him because he had his father’s bloodstained corpse behind him and beyond that corpse—retribution. And yet the prosecutor allowed him love, which he explained, according to his method, talking about his drunken condition, about a criminal being taken to execution, about it being still far off, and so on and so on. But again I ask, Mr. Prosecutor, have you not invented a new personality? Is the prisoner so coarse and heartless as to be able to think at that moment of love and of dodges to escape punishment, if his hands were really stained with his father’s blood? No, no, no! As soon as it was made plain to him that she loved him and called him to her side, promising him new happiness, oh! then, I protest he must have felt the impulse to suicide doubled, trebled, and must have killed himself, if he had his father’s murder on his conscience. Oh, no! he would not have forgotten where his pistols lay! I know the prisoner: the savage, stony heartlessness ascribed to him by the prosecutor is inconsistent with his character. He would have killed himself, that’s certain. He did not kill himself just because ‘his mother’s prayers had saved him,’ and he was innocent of his father’s blood. He was troubled, he was grieving that night at Mokroe only about old Grigory and praying to God that the old man would recover, that his blow had not been fatal, and that he would not have to suffer for it. Why not accept such an interpretation of the facts? What trustworthy proof have we that the prisoner is lying?", "pos": 1830416}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "But we shall be told at once again, ‘There is his father’s corpse! If he ran away without murdering him, who did murder him?’ Here, I repeat, you have the whole logic of the prosecution. Who murdered him, if not he? There’s no one to put in his place. Gentlemen of the jury, is that really so? Is it positively, actually true that there is no one else at all? We’ve heard the prosecutor count on his fingers all the persons who were in that house that night. They were five in number; three of them, I agree, could not have been responsible—the murdered man himself, old Grigory, and his wife. There are left then the prisoner and Smerdyakov, and the prosecutor dramatically exclaims that the prisoner pointed to Smerdyakov because he had no one else to fix on, that had there been a sixth person, even a phantom of a sixth person, he would have abandoned the charge against Smerdyakov at once in shame and have accused that other. But, gentlemen of the jury, why may I not draw the very opposite conclusion? There are two persons—the prisoner and Smerdyakov. Why can I not say that you accuse my client, simply because you have no one else to accuse? And you have no one else only because you have determined to exclude Smerdyakov from all suspicion. It’s true, indeed, Smerdyakov is accused only by the prisoner, his two brothers, and Madame Svyetlov. But there are others who accuse him: there are vague rumors of a question, of a suspicion, an obscure report, a feeling of expectation. Finally, we have the evidence of a combination of facts very suggestive, though, I admit, inconclusive. In the first place we have precisely on the day of the catastrophe that fit, for the genuineness of which the prosecutor, for some reason, has felt obliged to make a careful defense. Then Smerdyakov’s sudden suicide on the eve of the trial. Then the equally startling evidence given in court to‐day by the elder of the prisoner’s brothers, who had believed in his guilt, but has to‐day produced a bundle of notes and proclaimed Smerdyakov as the murderer. Oh, I fully share the court’s and the prosecutor’s conviction that Ivan Karamazov is suffering from brain fever, that his statement may really be a desperate effort, planned in delirium, to save his brother by throwing the guilt on the dead man. But again Smerdyakov’s name is pronounced, again there is a suggestion of mystery. There is something unexplained, incomplete. And perhaps it may one day be explained. But we won’t go into that now. Of that later. The court has resolved to go on with the trial, but, meantime, I might make a few remarks about the character‐sketch of Smerdyakov drawn with subtlety and talent by the prosecutor. But while I admire his talent I cannot agree with him. I have visited Smerdyakov, I have seen him and talked to him, and he made a very different impression on me. He was weak in health, it is true; but in character, in spirit, he was by no means the weak man the prosecutor has made him out to be. I found in him no trace of the timidity on which the prosecutor so insisted. There was no simplicity about him, either. I found in him, on the contrary, an extreme mistrustfulness concealed under a mask of naïveté, and an intelligence of considerable range. The prosecutor was too simple in taking him for weak‐minded. He made a very definite impression on me: I left him with the conviction that he was a distinctly spiteful creature, excessively ambitious, vindictive, and intensely envious. I made some inquiries: he resented his parentage, was ashamed of it, and would clench his teeth when he remembered that he was the son of ‘stinking Lizaveta.’ He was disrespectful to the servant Grigory and his wife, who had cared for him in his childhood. He cursed and jeered at Russia. He dreamed of going to France and becoming a Frenchman. He used often to say that he hadn’t the means to do so. I fancy he loved no one but himself and had a strangely high opinion of himself. His conception of culture was limited to good clothes, clean shirt‐fronts and polished boots. Believing himself to be the illegitimate son of Fyodor Pavlovitch (there is evidence of this), he might well have resented his position, compared with that of his master’s legitimate sons. They had everything, he nothing. They had all the rights, they had the inheritance, while he was only the cook. He told me himself that he had helped Fyodor Pavlovitch to put the notes in the envelope. The destination of that sum—a sum which would have made his career—must have been hateful to him. Moreover, he saw three thousand roubles in new rainbow‐colored notes. (I asked him about that on purpose.) Oh, beware of showing an ambitious and envious man a large sum of money at once! And it was the first time he had seen so much money in the hands of one man. The sight of the rainbow‐colored notes may have made a morbid impression on his imagination, but with no immediate results. The talented prosecutor, with extraordinary subtlety, sketched for us all the arguments for and against the hypothesis of Smerdyakov’s guilt, and asked us in particular what motive he had in feigning a fit. But he may not have been feigning at all, the fit may have happened quite naturally, but it may have passed off quite naturally, and the sick man may have recovered, not completely perhaps, but still regaining consciousness, as happens with epileptics. The prosecutor asks at what moment could Smerdyakov have committed the murder. But it is very easy to point out that moment. He might have waked up from deep sleep (for he was only asleep—an epileptic fit is always followed by a deep sleep) at that moment when the old Grigory shouted at the top of his voice ‘Parricide!’ That shout in the dark and stillness may have waked Smerdyakov whose sleep may have been less sound at the moment: he might naturally have waked up an hour before.", "pos": 1832129}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Getting out of bed, he goes almost unconsciously and with no definite motive towards the sound to see what’s the matter. His head is still clouded with his attack, his faculties are half asleep; but, once in the garden, he walks to the lighted windows and he hears terrible news from his master, who would be, of course, glad to see him. His mind sets to work at once. He hears all the details from his frightened master, and gradually in his disordered brain there shapes itself an idea—terrible, but seductive and irresistibly logical. To kill the old man, take the three thousand, and throw all the blame on to his young master. A terrible lust of money, of booty, might seize upon him as he realized his security from detection. Oh! these sudden and irresistible impulses come so often when there is a favorable opportunity, and especially with murderers who have had no idea of committing a murder beforehand. And Smerdyakov may have gone in and carried out his plan. With what weapon? Why, with any stone picked up in the garden. But what for, with what object? Why, the three thousand which means a career for him. Oh, I am not contradicting myself—the money may have existed. And perhaps Smerdyakov alone knew where to find it, where his master kept it. And the covering of the money—the torn envelope on the floor?", "pos": 1838019}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Just now, when the prosecutor was explaining his subtle theory that only an inexperienced thief like Karamazov would have left the envelope on the floor, and not one like Smerdyakov, who would have avoided leaving a piece of evidence against himself, I thought as I listened that I was hearing something very familiar, and, would you believe it, I have heard that very argument, that very conjecture, of how Karamazov would have behaved, precisely two days before, from Smerdyakov himself. What’s more, it struck me at the time. I fancied that there was an artificial simplicity about him; that he was in a hurry to suggest this idea to me that I might fancy it was my own. He insinuated it, as it were. Did he not insinuate the same idea at the inquiry and suggest it to the talented prosecutor?", "pos": 1839344}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I shall be asked, ‘What about the old woman, Grigory’s wife? She heard the sick man moaning close by, all night.’ Yes, she heard it, but that evidence is extremely unreliable. I knew a lady who complained bitterly that she had been kept awake all night by a dog in the yard. Yet the poor beast, it appeared, had only yelped once or twice in the night. And that’s natural. If any one is asleep and hears a groan he wakes up, annoyed at being waked, but instantly falls asleep again. Two hours later, again a groan, he wakes up and falls asleep again; and the same thing again two hours later—three times altogether in the night. Next morning the sleeper wakes up and complains that some one has been groaning all night and keeping him awake. And it is bound to seem so to him: the intervals of two hours of sleep he does not remember, he only remembers the moments of waking, so he feels he has been waked up all night.", "pos": 1840142}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But why, why, asks the prosecutor, did not Smerdyakov confess in his last letter? Why did his conscience prompt him to one step and not to both? But, excuse me, conscience implies penitence, and the suicide may not have felt penitence, but only despair. Despair and penitence are two very different things. Despair may be vindictive and irreconcilable, and the suicide, laying his hands on himself, may well have felt redoubled hatred for those whom he had envied all his life.", "pos": 1841062}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gentlemen of the jury, beware of a miscarriage of justice! What is there unlikely in all I have put before you just now? Find the error in my reasoning; find the impossibility, the absurdity. And if there is but a shade of possibility, but a shade of probability in my propositions, do not condemn him. And is there only a shade? I swear by all that is sacred, I fully believe in the explanation of the murder I have just put forward. What troubles me and makes me indignant is that of all the mass of facts heaped up by the prosecution against the prisoner, there is not a single one certain and irrefutable. And yet the unhappy man is to be ruined by the accumulation of these facts. Yes, the accumulated effect is awful: the blood, the blood dripping from his fingers, the bloodstained shirt, the dark night resounding with the shout ‘Parricide!’ and the old man falling with a broken head. And then the mass of phrases, statements, gestures, shouts! Oh! this has so much influence, it can so bias the mind; but, gentlemen of the jury, can it bias your minds? Remember, you have been given absolute power to bind and to loose, but the greater the power, the more terrible its responsibility.", "pos": 1841541}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I do not draw back one iota from what I have said just now, but suppose for one moment I agreed with the prosecution that my luckless client had stained his hands with his father’s blood. This is only hypothesis, I repeat; I never for one instant doubt of his innocence. But, so be it, I assume that my client is guilty of parricide. Even so, hear what I have to say. I have it in my heart to say something more to you, for I feel that there must be a great conflict in your hearts and minds.... Forgive my referring to your hearts and minds, gentlemen of the jury, but I want to be truthful and sincere to the end. Let us all be sincere!", "pos": 1842737}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It’s not only the accumulation of facts that threatens my client with ruin, gentlemen of the jury,” he began, “what is really damning for my client is one fact—the dead body of his father. Had it been an ordinary case of murder you would have rejected the charge in view of the triviality, the incompleteness, and the fantastic character of the evidence, if you examine each part of it separately; or, at least, you would have hesitated to ruin a man’s life simply from the prejudice against him which he has, alas! only too well deserved. But it’s not an ordinary case of murder, it’s a case of parricide. That impresses men’s minds, and to such a degree that the very triviality and incompleteness of the evidence becomes less trivial and less incomplete even to an unprejudiced mind. How can such a prisoner be acquitted? What if he committed the murder and gets off unpunished? That is what every one, almost involuntarily, instinctively, feels at heart.", "pos": 1843926}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, it’s a fearful thing to shed a father’s blood—the father who has begotten me, loved me, not spared his life for me, grieved over my illnesses from childhood up, troubled all his life for my happiness, and has lived in my joys, in my successes. To murder such a father—that’s inconceivable. Gentlemen of the jury, what is a father—a real father? What is the meaning of that great word? What is the great idea in that name? We have just indicated in part what a true father is and what he ought to be. In the case in which we are now so deeply occupied and over which our hearts are aching—in the present case, the father, Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, did not correspond to that conception of a father to which we have just referred. That’s the misfortune. And indeed some fathers are a misfortune. Let us examine this misfortune rather more closely: we must shrink from nothing, gentlemen of the jury, considering the importance of the decision you have to make. It’s our particular duty not to shrink from any idea, like children or frightened women, as the talented prosecutor happily expresses it.", "pos": 1844886}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But in the course of his heated speech my esteemed opponent (and he was my opponent before I opened my lips) exclaimed several times, ‘Oh, I will not yield the defense of the prisoner to the lawyer who has come down from Petersburg. I accuse, but I defend also!’ He exclaimed that several times, but forgot to mention that if this terrible prisoner was for twenty‐three years so grateful for a mere pound of nuts given him by the only man who had been kind to him, as a child in his father’s house, might not such a man well have remembered for twenty‐three years how he ran in his father’s back‐yard, ‘without boots on his feet and with his little trousers hanging by one button’—to use the expression of the kind‐hearted doctor, Herzenstube?", "pos": 1845992}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, gentlemen of the jury, why need we look more closely at this misfortune, why repeat what we all know already? What did my client meet with when he arrived here, at his father’s house, and why depict my client as a heartless egoist and monster? He is uncontrolled, he is wild and unruly—we are trying him now for that—but who is responsible for his life? Who is responsible for his having received such an unseemly bringing up, in spite of his excellent disposition and his grateful and sensitive heart? Did any one train him to be reasonable? Was he enlightened by study? Did any one love him ever so little in his childhood? My client was left to the care of Providence like a beast of the field. He thirsted perhaps to see his father after long years of separation. A thousand times perhaps he may, recalling his childhood, have driven away the loathsome phantoms that haunted his childish dreams and with all his heart he may have longed to embrace and to forgive his father! And what awaited him? He was met by cynical taunts, suspicions and wrangling about money. He heard nothing but revolting talk and vicious precepts uttered daily over the brandy, and at last he saw his father seducing his mistress from him with his own money. Oh, gentlemen of the jury, that was cruel and revolting! And that old man was always complaining of the disrespect and cruelty of his son. He slandered him in society, injured him, calumniated him, bought up his unpaid debts to get him thrown into prison.", "pos": 1846737}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gentlemen of the jury, people like my client, who are fierce, unruly, and uncontrolled on the surface, are sometimes, most frequently indeed, exceedingly tender‐hearted, only they don’t express it. Don’t laugh, don’t laugh at my idea! The talented prosecutor laughed mercilessly just now at my client for loving Schiller—loving the sublime and beautiful! I should not have laughed at that in his place. Yes, such natures—oh, let me speak in defense of such natures, so often and so cruelly misunderstood—these natures often thirst for tenderness, goodness, and justice, as it were, in contrast to themselves, their unruliness, their ferocity—they thirst for it unconsciously. Passionate and fierce on the surface, they are painfully capable of loving woman, for instance, and with a spiritual and elevated love. Again do not laugh at me, this is very often the case in such natures. But they cannot hide their passions—sometimes very coarse—and that is conspicuous and is noticed, but the inner man is unseen. Their passions are quickly exhausted; but, by the side of a noble and lofty creature that seemingly coarse and rough man seeks a new life, seeks to correct himself, to be better, to become noble and honorable, ‘sublime and beautiful,’ however much the expression has been ridiculed.", "pos": 1848236}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I said just now that I would not venture to touch upon my client’s engagement. But I may say half a word. What we heard just now was not evidence, but only the scream of a frenzied and revengeful woman, and it was not for her—oh, not for her!—to reproach him with treachery, for she has betrayed him! If she had had but a little time for reflection she would not have given such evidence. Oh, do not believe her! No, my client is not a monster, as she called him!", "pos": 1849530}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The Lover of Mankind on the eve of His Crucifixion said: ‘I am the Good Shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for his sheep, so that not one of them might be lost.’ Let not a man’s soul be lost through us!", "pos": 1849995}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "I asked just now what does ‘father’ mean, and exclaimed that it was a great word, a precious name. But one must use words honestly, gentlemen, and I venture to call things by their right names: such a father as old Karamazov cannot be called a father and does not deserve to be. Filial love for an unworthy father is an absurdity, an impossibility. Love cannot be created from nothing: only God can create something from nothing.", "pos": 1850210}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "‘Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath,’ the apostle writes, from a heart glowing with love. It’s not for the sake of my client that I quote these sacred words, I mention them for all fathers. Who has authorized me to preach to fathers? No one. But as a man and a citizen I make my appeal—vivos voco! We are not long on earth, we do many evil deeds and say many evil words. So let us all catch a favorable moment when we are all together to say a good word to each other. That’s what I am doing: while I am in this place I take advantage of my opportunity. Not for nothing is this tribune given us by the highest authority—all Russia hears us! I am not speaking only for the fathers here present, I cry aloud to all fathers: ‘Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.’ Yes, let us first fulfill Christ’s injunction ourselves and only then venture to expect it of our children. Otherwise we are not fathers, but enemies of our children, and they are not our children, but our enemies, and we have made them our enemies ourselves. ‘What measure ye mete it shall be measured unto you again’—it’s not I who say that, it’s the Gospel precept, measure to others according as they measure to you. How can we blame children if they measure us according to our measure?", "pos": 1850643}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not long ago a servant girl in Finland was suspected of having secretly given birth to a child. She was watched, and a box of which no one knew anything was found in the corner of the loft, behind some bricks. It was opened and inside was found the body of a new‐born child which she had killed. In the same box were found the skeletons of two other babies which, according to her own confession, she had killed at the moment of their birth.", "pos": 1851913}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Gentlemen of the jury, was she a mother to her children? She gave birth to them, indeed; but was she a mother to them? Would any one venture to give her the sacred name of mother? Let us be bold, gentlemen, let us be audacious even: it’s our duty to be so at this moment and not to be afraid of certain words and ideas like the Moscow women in Ostrovsky’s play, who are scared at the sound of certain words. No, let us prove that the progress of the last few years has touched even us, and let us say plainly, the father is not merely he who begets the child, but he who begets it and does his duty by it.", "pos": 1852356}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, of course, there is the other meaning, there is the other interpretation of the word ‘father,’ which insists that any father, even though he be a monster, even though he be the enemy of his children, still remains my father simply because he begot me. But this is, so to say, the mystical meaning which I cannot comprehend with my intellect, but can only accept by faith, or, better to say, on faith, like many other things which I do not understand, but which religion bids me believe. But in that case let it be kept outside the sphere of actual life. In the sphere of actual life, which has, indeed, its own rights, but also lays upon us great duties and obligations, in that sphere, if we want to be humane—Christian, in fact—we must, or ought to, act only upon convictions justified by reason and experience, which have been passed through the crucible of analysis; in a word, we must act rationally, and not as though in dream and delirium, that we may not do harm, that we may not ill‐treat and ruin a man. Then it will be real Christian work, not only mystic, but rational and philanthropic....", "pos": 1852963}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Do you suppose, gentlemen, that our children as they grow up and begin to reason can avoid such questions? No, they cannot, and we will not impose on them an impossible restriction. The sight of an unworthy father involuntarily suggests tormenting questions to a young creature, especially when he compares him with the excellent fathers of his companions. The conventional answer to this question is: ‘He begot you, and you are his flesh and blood, and therefore you are bound to love him.’ The youth involuntarily reflects: ‘But did he love me when he begot me?’ he asks, wondering more and more. ‘Was it for my sake he begot me? He did not know me, not even my sex, at that moment, at the moment of passion, perhaps, inflamed by wine, and he has only transmitted to me a propensity to drunkenness—that’s all he’s done for me.... Why am I bound to love him simply for begetting me when he has cared nothing for me all my life after?’", "pos": 1854304}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, perhaps those questions strike you as coarse and cruel, but do not expect an impossible restraint from a young mind. ‘Drive nature out of the door and it will fly in at the window,’ and, above all, let us not be afraid of words, but decide the question according to the dictates of reason and humanity and not of mystic ideas. How shall it be decided? Why, like this. Let the son stand before his father and ask him, ‘Father, tell me, why must I love you? Father, show me that I must love you,’ and if that father is able to answer him and show him good reason, we have a real, normal, parental relation, not resting on mystical prejudice, but on a rational, responsible and strictly humanitarian basis. But if he does not, there’s an end to the family tie. He is not a father to him, and the son has a right to look upon him as a stranger, and even an enemy. Our tribune, gentlemen of the jury, ought to be a school of true and sound ideas.", "pos": 1855241}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "... I am reproached with having woven a romance. But what is this defense if not one romance on the top of another? All that was lacking was poetry. Fyodor Pavlovitch, while waiting for his mistress, tears open the envelope and throws it on the floor. We are even told what he said while engaged in this strange act. Is not this a flight of fancy? And what proof have we that he had taken out the money? Who heard what he said? The weak‐minded idiot, Smerdyakov, transformed into a Byronic hero, avenging society for his illegitimate birth—isn’t this a romance in the Byronic style? And the son who breaks into his father’s house and murders him without murdering him is not even a romance—this is a sphinx setting us a riddle which he cannot solve himself. If he murdered him, he murdered him, and what’s the meaning of his murdering him without having murdered him—who can make head or tail of this?", "pos": 1863678}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Then we are admonished that our tribune is a tribune of true and sound ideas and from this tribune of ‘sound ideas’ is heard a solemn declaration that to call the murder of a father ‘parricide’ is nothing but a prejudice! But if parricide is a prejudice, and if every child is to ask his father why he is to love him, what will become of us? What will become of the foundations of society? What will become of the family? Parricide, it appears, is only a bogy of Moscow merchants’ wives. The most precious, the most sacred guarantees for the destiny and future of Russian justice are presented to us in a perverted and frivolous form, simply to attain an object—to obtain the justification of something which cannot be justified. ‘Oh, crush him by mercy,’ cries the counsel for the defense; but that’s all the criminal wants, and to‐morrow it will be seen how much he is crushed. And is not the counsel for the defense too modest in asking only for the acquittal of the prisoner? Why not found a charity in the honor of the parricide to commemorate his exploit among future generations? Religion and the Gospel are corrected—that’s all mysticism, we are told, and ours is the only true Christianity which has been subjected to the analysis of reason and common sense. And so they set up before us a false semblance of Christ! ‘What measure ye mete so it shall be meted unto you again,’ cried the counsel for the defense, and instantly deduces that Christ teaches us to measure as it is measured to us—and this from the tribune of truth and sound sense! We peep into the Gospel only on the eve of making speeches, in order to dazzle the audience by our acquaintance with what is, anyway, a rather original composition, which may be of use to produce a certain effect—all to serve the purpose! But what Christ commands us is something very different: He bids us beware of doing this, because the wicked world does this, but we ought to forgive and to turn the other cheek, and not to measure to our persecutors as they measure to us. This is what our God has taught us and not that to forbid children to murder their fathers is a prejudice. And we will not from the tribune of truth and good sense correct the Gospel of our Lord, Whom the counsel for the defense deigns to call only ‘the crucified lover of humanity,’ in opposition to all orthodox Russia, which calls to Him, ‘For Thou art our God!’", "pos": 1864581}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "Jupiter, you are angry, therefore you are wrong, damaging to my reputation as a citizen and a loyal subject.", "pos": 1867538}
{"speaker": "Ladies", "text": "crushed for good.", "pos": 1868333}
{"speaker": "President", "text": "Be impartial, don’t be influenced by the eloquence of the defense, but yet weigh the arguments. Remember that there is a great responsibility laid upon you,", "pos": 1870297}
{"speaker": "Fetyukovitch", "text": "There are invisible threads binding the counsel for the defense with the jury. One feels during one’s speech if they are being formed. I was aware of them. They exist. Our cause is won. Set your mind at rest.", "pos": 1871367}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What will our peasants say now?", "pos": 1871639}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But they are not all peasants. There are four government clerks among them.", "pos": 1871819}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, there are clerks,", "pos": 1871897}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And do you know that Nazaryev, the merchant with the medal, a juryman?", "pos": 1871980}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What of him?", "pos": 1872053}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is a man with brains.", "pos": 1872068}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "But he never speaks.", "pos": 1872095}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He is no great talker, but so much the better. There’s no need for the Petersburg man to teach him: he could teach all Petersburg himself. He’s the father of twelve children. Think of that!", "pos": 1872118}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Upon my word, you don’t suppose they won’t acquit him?", "pos": 1872310}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "They’ll acquit him for certain,", "pos": 1872422}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "It would be shameful, disgraceful, not to acquit him! Suppose he did murder him—there are fathers and fathers! And, besides, he was in such a frenzy.... He really may have done nothing but swing the pestle in the air, and so knocked the old man down. But it was a pity they dragged the valet in. That was simply an absurd theory! If I’d been in Fetyukovitch’s place, I should simply have said straight out: ‘He murdered him; but he is not guilty, hang it all!’", "pos": 1872479}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That’s what he did, only without saying, ‘Hang it all!’", "pos": 1872965}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "No, Mihail Semyonovitch, he almost said that, too,", "pos": 1873024}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Why, gentlemen, in Lent an actress was acquitted in our town who had cut the throat of her lover’s lawful wife.", "pos": 1873099}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, but she did not finish cutting it.", "pos": 1873213}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "That makes no difference. She began cutting it.", "pos": 1873254}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What did you think of what he said about children? Splendid, wasn’t it?", "pos": 1873304}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Splendid!", "pos": 1873378}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And about mysticism, too!", "pos": 1873390}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, drop mysticism, do!", "pos": 1873418}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "think of Ippolit and his fate from this day forth. His wife will scratch his eyes out to‐morrow for Mitya’s sake.", "pos": 1873465}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Is she here?", "pos": 1873581}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What an idea! If she’d been here she’d have scratched them out in court. She is at home with toothache. He he he!", "pos": 1873596}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He he he!", "pos": 1873712}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I dare say they will acquit Mitenka, after all.", "pos": 1873742}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I should not be surprised if he turns the ‘Metropolis’ upside down to‐morrow. He will be drinking for ten days!", "pos": 1873792}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Oh, the devil!", "pos": 1873907}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The devil’s bound to have a hand in it. Where should he be if not here?", "pos": 1873924}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, gentlemen, I admit it was eloquent. But still it’s not the thing to break your father’s head with a pestle! Or what are we coming to?", "pos": 1873998}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "The chariot! Do you remember the chariot?", "pos": 1874140}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes; he turned a cart into a chariot!", "pos": 1874184}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And to‐morrow he will turn a chariot into a cart, just to suit his purpose.", "pos": 1874224}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What cunning chaps there are nowadays! Is there any justice to be had in Russia?", "pos": 1874302}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Yes, guilty!", "pos": 1875042}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I swear by God and the dreadful Day of Judgment I am not guilty of my father’s blood! Katya, I forgive you! Brothers, friends, have pity on the other woman!", "pos": 1876207}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "He’ll have a twenty years’ trip to the mines!", "pos": 1876913}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Not less.", "pos": 1876961}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Well, our peasants have stood firm.", "pos": 1876973}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And have done for our Mitya.", "pos": 1877011}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Don’t worry about his decision. One way or another he is bound to come to it. He must escape. That unhappy man, that hero of honor and principle—not he, not Dmitri Fyodorovitch, but the man lying the other side of that door, who has sacrificed himself for his brother, told me the whole plan of escape long ago. You know he has already entered into negotiations.... I’ve told you something already.... You see, it will probably come off at the third étape from here, when the party of prisoners is being taken to Siberia. Oh, it’s a long way off yet. Ivan Fyodorovitch has already visited the superintendent of the third étape. But we don’t know yet who will be in charge of the party, and it’s impossible to find that out so long beforehand. To‐morrow perhaps I will show you in detail the whole plan which Ivan Fyodorovitch left me on the eve of the trial in case of need.... That was when—do you remember?—you found us quarreling. He had just gone down‐stairs, but seeing you I made him come back; do you remember? Do you know what we were quarreling about then? Of course he did not tell you. It was about that plan of escape. He had told me the main idea three days before, and we began quarreling about it at once and quarreled for three days. We quarreled because, when he told me that if Dmitri Fyodorovitch were convicted he would escape abroad with that creature, I felt furious at once—I can’t tell you why, I don’t know myself why.... Oh, of course, I was furious then about that creature, and that she, too, should go abroad with Dmitri! As soon as Ivan Fyodorovitch saw that I was furious about that woman, he instantly imagined I was jealous of Dmitri and that I still loved Dmitri. That is how our first quarrel began. I would not give an explanation, I could not ask forgiveness. I could not bear to think that such a man could suspect me of still loving that ... and when I myself had told him long before that I did not love Dmitri, that I loved no one but him! It was only resentment against that creature that made me angry with him. Three days later, on the evening you came, he brought me a sealed envelope, which I was to open at once, if anything happened to him. Oh, he foresaw his illness! He told me that the envelope contained the details of the escape, and that if he died or was taken dangerously ill, I was to save Mitya alone. Then he left me money, nearly ten thousand—those notes to which the prosecutor referred in his speech, having learnt from some one that he had sent them to be changed. I was tremendously impressed to find that Ivan Fyodorovitch had not given up his idea of saving his brother, and was confiding this plan of escape to me, though he was still jealous of me and still convinced that I loved Mitya. Oh, that was a sacrifice! No, you cannot understand the greatness of such self‐sacrifice, Alexey Fyodorovitch. I wanted to fall at his feet in reverence, but I thought at once that he would take it only for my joy at the thought of Mitya’s being saved (and he certainly would have imagined that!), and I was so exasperated at the mere possibility of such an unjust thought on his part that I lost my temper again, and instead of kissing his feet, flew into a fury again! Oh, I am unhappy! It’s my character, my awful, unhappy character! Oh, you will see, I shall end by driving him, too, to abandon me for another with whom he can get on better, like Dmitri. But ... no, I could not bear it, I should kill myself. And when you came in then, and when I called to you and told him to come back, I was so enraged by the look of contempt and hatred he turned on me that—do you remember?—I cried out to you that it was he, he alone who had persuaded me that his brother Dmitri was a murderer! I said that malicious thing on purpose to wound him again. He had never, never persuaded me that his brother was a murderer. On the contrary, it was I who persuaded him! Oh, my vile temper was the cause of everything! I paved the way to that hideous scene at the trial. He wanted to show me that he was an honorable man, and that, even if I loved his brother, he would not ruin him for revenge or jealousy. So he came to the court ... I am the cause of it all, I alone am to blame!", "pos": 1878732}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "It’s all right, it’s all right, don’t be anxious about him! All that is only momentary, I know him, I know his heart only too well. You may be sure he will consent to escape. It’s not as though it would be immediately; he will have time to make up his mind to it. Ivan Fyodorovitch will be well by that time and will manage it all himself, so that I shall have nothing to do with it. Don’t be anxious; he will consent to run away. He has agreed already: do you suppose he would give up that creature? And they won’t let her go to him, so he is bound to escape. It’s you he’s most afraid of, he is afraid you won’t approve of his escape on moral grounds. But you must generously allow it, if your sanction is so necessary. He talks about some hymn, some cross he has to bear, some duty; I remember Ivan Fyodorovitch told me a great deal about it, and if you knew how he talked! if you knew how he loved that wretched man at the moment he told me, and how he hated him, perhaps, at the same moment. And I heard his story and his tears with sneering disdain. Brute! Yes, I am a brute. I am responsible for his fever. But that man in prison is incapable of suffering. Can such a man suffer? Men like him never suffer! I sent for you this morning to make you promise to persuade him yourself. Or do you, too, consider that to escape would be dishonorable, cowardly, or something ... unchristian, perhaps?", "pos": 1883974}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Oh, no. I’ll tell him everything. He asks you to come and see him to‐day,", "pos": 1885946}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Me? Can that be?", "pos": 1886159}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "It can and ought to be! He needs you particularly just now. I would not have opened the subject and worried you, if it were not necessary. He is ill, he is beside himself, he keeps asking for you. It is not to be reconciled with you that he wants you, but only that you would go and show yourself at his door. So much has happened to him since that day. He realizes that he has injured you beyond all reckoning. He does not ask your forgiveness—‘It’s impossible to forgive me,’ he says himself—but only that you would show yourself in his doorway. It’s impossible to forgive me,", "pos": 1886206}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "It’s so sudden.... I’ve had a presentiment all these days that you would come with that message. I knew he would ask me to come. It’s impossible!", "pos": 1886809}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let it be impossible, but do it. Only think, he realizes for the first time how he has wounded you, the first time in his life; he had never grasped it before so fully. He said, ‘If she refuses to come I shall be unhappy all my life.’ Do you hear? though he is condemned to penal servitude for twenty years, he is still planning to be happy—is not that piteous? Think—you must visit him; though he is ruined, he is innocent. If she refuses to come I shall be unhappy all my life. His hands are clean, there is no blood on them! For the sake of his infinite sufferings in the future visit him now. Go, greet him on his way into the darkness—stand at his door, that is all.... You ought to do it, you ought to!", "pos": 1886975}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I ought to ... but I cannot.... He will look at me.... I can’t.", "pos": 1887732}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Your eyes ought to meet. How will you live all your life, if you don’t make up your mind to do it now?", "pos": 1887814}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Better suffer all my life.", "pos": 1887919}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You ought to go, you ought to go,", "pos": 1887948}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "But why to‐day, why at once?... I can’t leave our patient—", "pos": 1888026}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You can for a moment. It will only be a moment. If you don’t come, he will be in delirium by to‐night. I would not tell you a lie; have pity on him!", "pos": 1888087}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Have pity on me!", "pos": 1888238}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Then you will come. I’ll go and tell him you will come directly.", "pos": 1888317}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "No, don’t tell him so on any account. I will come, but don’t tell him beforehand, for perhaps I may go, but not go in.... I don’t know yet— And what if I meet any one?", "pos": 1888425}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "That’s just why you must go now, to avoid meeting any one. There will be no one there, I can tell you that for certain. We will expect you,", "pos": 1888744}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Trifon Borissovitch, has pulled his whole inn to pieces, I am told. He’s taken up the flooring, pulled apart the planks, split up all the gallery, I am told. He is seeking treasure all the time—the fifteen hundred roubles which the prosecutor said I’d hidden there. He began playing these tricks, they say, as soon as he got home. Serve him right, the swindler! The guard here told me yesterday; he comes from there.", "pos": 1891274}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Listen. She will come, but I don’t know when. Perhaps to‐day, perhaps in a few days, that I can’t tell. But she will come, she will, that’s certain. This was what she said among other things; that I must be sure to set your conscience at rest about escaping. If Ivan is not well by then she will see to it all herself.", "pos": 1891718}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You’ve spoken of that already,", "pos": 1892358}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And you have repeated it to Grusha,", "pos": 1892416}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes. She won’t come this morning. She won’t come till the evening. When I told her yesterday that Katya was taking measures, she was silent, but she set her mouth. She only whispered, ‘Let her!’ She understood that it was important. I did not dare to try her further. She understands now, I think, that Katya no longer cares for me, but loves Ivan. Let her!", "pos": 1892472}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Does she?", "pos": 1892877}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Perhaps she does not. Only she is not coming this morning. I asked her to do something for me. You know, Ivan is superior to all of us. He ought to live, not us. He will recover.", "pos": 1892909}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Would you believe it, though Katya is alarmed about him, she scarcely doubts of his recovery,", "pos": 1893125}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "That means that she is convinced he will die. It’s because she is frightened she’s so sure he will get well.", "pos": 1893235}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ivan has a strong constitution, and I, too, believe there’s every hope that he will get well,", "pos": 1893346}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, he will get well. But she is convinced that he will die. She has a great deal of sorrow to bear... Alyosha, I love Grusha terribly,", "pos": 1893470}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "They won’t let her go out there to you,", "pos": 1893719}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And there is something else I wanted to tell you. If they beat me on the way or out there, I won’t submit to it. I shall kill some one, and shall be shot for it. And this will be going on for twenty years! They speak to me rudely as it is. I’ve been lying here all night, passing judgment on myself. I am not ready! I am not able to resign myself. I wanted to sing a ‘hymn’; but if a guard speaks rudely to me, I have not the strength to bear it. For Grusha I would bear anything ... anything except blows.... But she won’t be allowed to come there.", "pos": 1893785}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Listen, brother, once for all. This is what I think about it. And you know that I would not tell you a lie. Listen: you are not ready, and such a cross is not for you. What’s more, you don’t need such a martyr’s cross when you are not ready for it. If you had murdered our father, it would grieve me that you should reject your punishment. But you are innocent, and such a cross is too much for you. You wanted to make yourself another man by suffering. I say, only remember that other man always, all your life and wherever you go; and that will be enough for you. Your refusal of that great cross will only serve to make you feel all your life an even greater duty, and that constant feeling will do more to make you a new man, perhaps, than if you went there. For there you would not endure it and would repine, and perhaps at last would say: ‘I am quits.’ The lawyer was right about that. Such heavy burdens are not for all men. For some they are impossible. These are my thoughts about it, if you want them so much. If other men would have to answer for your escape, officers or soldiers, then I would not have ‘allowed’ you. I am quits. But they declare—the superintendent of that étape told Ivan himself—that if it’s well managed there will be no great inquiry, and that they can get off easily. Of course, bribing is dishonest even in such a case, but I can’t undertake to judge about it, because if Ivan and Katya commissioned me to act for you, I know I should go and give bribes. I must tell you the truth. And so I can’t judge of your own action. But let me assure you that I shall never condemn you. And it would be a strange thing if I could judge you in this. Now I think I’ve gone into everything.", "pos": 1894410}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "But I do condemn myself! I shall escape, that was settled apart from you; could Mitya Karamazov do anything but run away? But I shall condemn myself, and I will pray for my sin for ever. That’s how the Jesuits talk, isn’t it? Just as we are doing?", "pos": 1896143}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes.", "pos": 1896408}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I love you for always telling the whole truth and never hiding anything. So I’ve caught my Alyosha being Jesuitical. I must kiss you for that. Now listen to the rest; I’ll open the other side of my heart to you. This is what I planned and decided. If I run away, even with money and a passport, and even to America, I should be cheered up by the thought that I am not running away for pleasure, not for happiness, but to another exile as bad, perhaps, as Siberia. It is as bad, Alyosha, it is! I hate that America, damn it, already. Even though Grusha will be with me. Just look at her; is she an American? She is Russian, Russian to the marrow of her bones; she will be homesick for the mother country, and I shall see every hour that she is suffering for my sake, that she has taken up that cross for me. And what harm has she done? And how shall I, too, put up with the rabble out there, though they may be better than I, every one of them? I hate that America already! And though they may be wonderful at machinery, every one of them, damn them, they are not of my soul. I love Russia, Alyosha, I love the Russian God, though I am a scoundrel myself. I shall choke there! So this is what I’ve decided, Alyosha, listen. As soon as I arrive there with Grusha, we will set to work at once on the land, in solitude, somewhere very remote, with wild bears. There must be some remote parts even there. I am told there are still Redskins there, somewhere, on the edge of the horizon. So to the country of the Last of the Mohicans, and there we’ll tackle the grammar at once, Grusha and I. Work and grammar—that’s how we’ll spend three years. And by that time we shall speak English like any Englishman. And as soon as we’ve learnt it—good‐by to America! We’ll run here to Russia as American citizens. Don’t be uneasy—we would not come to this little town. We’d hide somewhere, a long way off, in the north or in the south. I shall be changed by that time, and she will, too, in America. The doctors shall make me some sort of wart on my face—what’s the use of their being so mechanical!—or else I’ll put out one eye, let my beard grow a yard, and I shall turn gray, fretting for Russia. I dare say they won’t recognize us. And if they do, let them send us to Siberia. I don’t care. It will show it’s our fate. We’ll work on the land here, too, somewhere in the wilds, and I’ll make up as an American all my life. But we shall die on our own soil. That’s my plan, and it shan’t be altered. Do you approve?", "pos": 1896438}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Yes,", "pos": 1899099}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And how they worked it up at the trial! Didn’t they work it up!", "pos": 1899196}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "If they had not, you would have been convicted just the same,", "pos": 1899262}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Yes, people are sick of me here! God bless them, but it’s hard. Alyosha, put me out of my misery at once! Tell me, is she coming now, or not? Tell me? What did she say? How did she say it?", "pos": 1899353}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "She said she would come, but I don’t know whether she will come to‐day. It’s hard for her, you know,", "pos": 1899633}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I should think it is hard for her! Alyosha, it will drive me out of my mind. Grusha keeps looking at me. She understands. My God, calm my heart: what is it I want? I want Katya! Do I understand what I want? It’s the headstrong, evil Karamazov spirit! No, I am not fit for suffering. I am a scoundrel, that’s all one can say.", "pos": 1899775}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Here she is!", "pos": 1900102}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Have you forgiven me? Do you hear what I am asking, do you hear?", "pos": 1900825}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "That’s what I loved you for, that you are generous at heart! My forgiveness is no good to you, nor yours to me; whether you forgive me or not, you will always be a sore place in my heart, and I in yours—so it must be.... What have I come for? to embrace your feet, to press your hands like this, till it hurts—you remember how in Moscow I used to squeeze them—to tell you again that you are my god, my joy, to tell you that I love you madly. Love is over, Mitya! but the past is painfully dear to me. Know that you will always be so. But now let what might have been come true for one minute. You love another woman, and I love another man, and yet I shall love you for ever, and you will love me; do you know that? Do you hear? Love me, love me all your life!", "pos": 1900998}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "I shall love you, and ... do you know, Katya, do you know, five days ago, that same evening, I loved you.... When you fell down and were carried out ... All my life! So it will be, so it will always be— Katya, do you believe I murdered him? I know you don’t believe it now, but then ... when you gave evidence.... Surely, surely you did not believe it!", "pos": 1902189}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "I did not believe it even then. I’ve never believed it. I hated you, and for a moment I persuaded myself. While I was giving evidence I persuaded myself and believed it, but when I’d finished speaking I left off believing it at once. Don’t doubt that! I have forgotten that I came here to punish myself,", "pos": 1902797}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "Woman, yours is a heavy burden,", "pos": 1903199}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Let me go. I’ll come again. It’s more than I can bear now. Forgive me!", "pos": 1903278}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "We are full of hatred, my girl, you and I! We are both full of hatred! As though we could forgive one another! Save him, and I’ll worship you all my life.", "pos": 1903790}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "You won’t forgive her!", "pos": 1903947}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "Don’t be anxious, I’ll save him for you!", "pos": 1904008}
{"speaker": "Mitya", "text": "And you could refuse to forgive her when she begged your forgiveness herself?", "pos": 1904105}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Mitya, don’t dare to blame her; you have no right to!", "pos": 1904217}
{"speaker": "Grushenka", "text": "Her proud lips spoke, not her heart. If she saves you I’ll forgive her everything—", "pos": 1904294}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I’ll come to you again at nightfall,", "pos": 1904731}
{"speaker": "Katerina Ivanovna", "text": "No, before that woman I can’t punish myself! I asked her forgiveness because I wanted to punish myself to the bitter end. She would not forgive me.... I like her for that! Listen: I can’t go with you to the funeral now. I’ve sent them flowers. I think they still have money. If necessary, tell them I’ll never abandon them.... Now leave me, leave me, please. You are late as it is—the bells are ringing for the service.... Leave me, please!", "pos": 1904931}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "How glad I am you’ve come, Karamazov! It’s awful here. It’s really horrible to see it. Snegiryov is not drunk, we know for a fact he’s had nothing to drink to-day, but he seems as if he were drunk ... I am always manly, but this is awful. Karamazov, if I am not keeping you, one question before you go in?", "pos": 1906300}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What is it, Kolya?", "pos": 1906653}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Is your brother innocent or guilty? Was it he killed your father or was it the valet? As you say, so it will be. I haven’t slept for the last four nights for thinking of it.", "pos": 1906688}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "The valet killed him, my brother is innocent,", "pos": 1906864}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "That’s what I said,", "pos": 1906930}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "So he will perish an innocent victim! though he is ruined he is happy! I could envy him!", "pos": 1906966}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "What do you mean? How can you? Why?", "pos": 1907076}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Oh, if I, too, could sacrifice myself some day for truth!", "pos": 1907139}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "But not in such a cause, not with such disgrace and such horror!", "pos": 1907227}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Of course ... I should like to die for all humanity, and as for disgrace, I don’t care about that—our names may perish. I respect your brother!", "pos": 1907308}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "And so do I!", "pos": 1907454}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Old man, dear old man! Father, give me a flower, too; take that white one out of his hand and give it me. I won’t give it to any one, I won’t give you anything. They are his flowers, not yours! Everything is his, nothing is yours!", "pos": 1908866}
{"speaker": "Nina", "text": "Father, give mother a flower!", "pos": 1909500}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "I won’t give away anything and to her less than any one! She didn’t love Ilusha. She took away his little cannon and he gave it to her. I don’t want him to be buried in the churchyard. I’ll bury him by the stone, by our stone! Ilusha told me to. I won’t let him be carried out!", "pos": 1909576}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "What an idea, bury him by an unholy stone, as though he had hanged himself!", "pos": 1910389}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "There in the churchyard the ground has been crossed. He’ll be prayed for there. One can hear the singing in church and the deacon reads so plainly and verbally that it will reach him every time just as though it were read over his grave.", "pos": 1910498}
{"speaker": "Nina", "text": "Mother, make the sign of the cross over him, give him your blessing, kiss him,", "pos": 1911166}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "To be sure, I’ll stay with them, we are Christians, too.", "pos": 1911686}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "And the crust of bread, we’ve forgotten the crust! Ilusha told me to, Ilusha. I was sitting by him one night and he suddenly told me: ‘Father, when my grave is filled up crumble a piece of bread on it so that the sparrows may fly down, I shall hear and it will cheer me up not to be lying alone.’", "pos": 1912456}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "That’s a good thing, we must often take some.", "pos": 1912978}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Every day, every day!", "pos": 1913042}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Come, fly down, birds, fly down, sparrows!", "pos": 1915844}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "The flowers are for mamma, the flowers are for mamma! I was unkind to mamma,", "pos": 1916545}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "I won’t have the hat, I won’t have the hat.", "pos": 1916788}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Ilusha, old man, dear old man!", "pos": 1917623}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Captain, give over, a brave man must show fortitude,", "pos": 1917729}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "You’ll spoil the flowers, and mamma is expecting them, she is sitting crying because you would not give her any before. Ilusha’s little bed is still there—", "pos": 1917800}
{"speaker": "Captain Snegiryov", "text": "Yes, yes, mamma! they’ll take away the bed, they’ll take it away. Mamma, poor crippled darling, Ilusha has sent you these flowers. Ilusha, old man, dear old man, where are your little feet?", "pos": 1917974}
{"speaker": "Unknown", "text": "Where have you taken him away? Where have you taken him?", "pos": 1918913}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let them weep, it’s no use trying to comfort them just now. Let us wait a minute and then go back.", "pos": 1919122}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "No, it’s no use, it’s awful. Do you know, Karamazov. I feel dreadfully sad, and if it were only possible to bring him back, I’d give anything in the world to do it.", "pos": 1919243}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, so would I,", "pos": 1919483}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "What do you think, Karamazov? Had we better come back here to‐night? He’ll be drunk, you know.", "pos": 1919515}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Perhaps he will. Let us come together, you and I, that will be enough, to spend an hour with them, with the mother and Nina. If we all come together we shall remind them of everything again,", "pos": 1919612}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "The landlady is laying the table for them now—there’ll be a funeral dinner or something, the priest is coming; shall we go back to it, Karamazov?", "pos": 1919824}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Of course,", "pos": 1919972}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "It’s all so strange, Karamazov, such sorrow and then pancakes after it, it all seems so unnatural in our religion.", "pos": 1919999}
{"speaker": "Kartashov", "text": "They are going to have salmon, too,", "pos": 1920116}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "I beg you most earnestly, Kartashov, not to interrupt again with your idiotic remarks, especially when one is not talking to you and doesn’t care to know whether you exist or not!", "pos": 1920218}
{"speaker": "Smurov", "text": "There’s Ilusha’s stone, under which they wanted to bury him.", "pos": 1920562}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Boys, I should like to say one word to you, here at this place. Boys, we shall soon part. I shall be for some time with my two brothers, of whom one is going to Siberia and the other is lying at death’s door. But soon I shall leave this town, perhaps for a long time, so we shall part. Let us make a compact here, at Ilusha’s stone, that we will never forget Ilusha and one another. And whatever happens to us later in life, if we don’t meet for twenty years afterwards, let us always remember how we buried the poor boy at whom we once threw stones, do you remember, by the bridge? and afterwards we all grew so fond of him. He was a fine boy, a kind‐hearted, brave boy, he felt for his father’s honor and resented the cruel insult to him and stood up for him. And so in the first place, we will remember him, boys, all our lives. And even if we are occupied with most important things, if we attain to honor or fall into great misfortune—still let us remember how good it was once here, when we were all together, united by a good and kind feeling which made us, for the time we were loving that poor boy, better perhaps than we are. My little doves—let me call you so, for you are very like them, those pretty blue birds, at this minute as I look at your good dear faces. My dear children, perhaps you won’t understand what I am saying to you, because I often speak very unintelligibly, but you’ll remember it all the same and will agree with my words some time. You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one’s heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us. Perhaps we may even grow wicked later on, may be unable to refrain from a bad action, may laugh at men’s tears and at those people who say as Kolya did just now, ‘I want to suffer for all men,’ and may even jeer spitefully at such people. But however bad we may become—which God forbid—yet, when we recall how we buried Ilusha, how we loved him in his last days, and how we have been talking like friends all together, at this stone, the cruelest and most mocking of us—if we do become so—will not dare to laugh inwardly at having been kind and good at this moment! What’s more, perhaps, that one memory may keep him from great evil and he will reflect and say, ‘Yes, I was good and brave and honest then!’ Let him laugh to himself, that’s no matter, a man often laughs at what’s good and kind. That’s only from thoughtlessness. But I assure you, boys, that as he laughs he will say at once in his heart, ‘No, I do wrong to laugh, for that’s not a thing to laugh at.’", "pos": 1921080}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "That will be so, I understand you, Karamazov!", "pos": 1924112}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "I say this in case we become bad, but there’s no reason why we should become bad, is there, boys? Let us be, first and above all, kind, then honest and then let us never forget each other! I say that again. I give you my word for my part that I’ll never forget one of you. Every face looking at me now I shall remember even for thirty years. Just now Kolya said to Kartashov that we did not care to know whether he exists or not. But I cannot forget that Kartashov exists and that he is not blushing now as he did when he discovered the founders of Troy, but is looking at me with his jolly, kind, dear little eyes. Boys, my dear boys, let us all be generous and brave like Ilusha, clever, brave and generous like Kolya (though he will be ever so much cleverer when he is grown up), and let us all be as modest, as clever and sweet as Kartashov. But why am I talking about those two? You are all dear to me, boys, from this day forth, I have a place in my heart for you all, and I beg you to keep a place in your hearts for me! Well, and who has united us in this kind, good feeling which we shall remember and intend to remember all our lives? Who, if not Ilusha, the good boy, the dear boy, precious to us for ever! Let us never forget him. May his memory live for ever in our hearts from this time forth!", "pos": 1924339}
{"speaker": "the boys", "text": "Yes, yes, for ever, for ever!", "pos": 1925668}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Let us remember his face and his clothes and his poor little boots, his coffin and his unhappy, sinful father, and how boldly he stood up for him alone against the whole school.", "pos": 1925761}
{"speaker": "the boys", "text": "We will remember, we will remember. He was brave, he was good!", "pos": 1925941}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Ah, how I loved him!", "pos": 1926024}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Ah, children, ah, dear friends, don’t be afraid of life! How good life is when one does something good and just!", "pos": 1926064}
{"speaker": "the boys", "text": "Yes, yes,", "pos": 1926179}
{"speaker": "Kartashov", "text": "Karamazov, we love you!", "pos": 1926227}
{"speaker": "the boys", "text": "We love you, we love you!", "pos": 1926303}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Hurrah for Karamazov!", "pos": 1926400}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "And may the dead boy’s memory live for ever!", "pos": 1926452}
{"speaker": "the boys", "text": "For ever!", "pos": 1926533}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Karamazov, can it be true what’s taught us in religion, that we shall all rise again from the dead and shall live and see each other again, all, Ilusha too?", "pos": 1926571}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Certainly we shall all rise again, certainly we shall see each other and shall tell each other with joy and gladness all that has happened!", "pos": 1926745}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "Ah, how splendid it will be!", "pos": 1926939}
{"speaker": "Alyosha", "text": "Well, now we will finish talking and go to his funeral dinner. Don’t be put out at our eating pancakes—it’s a very old custom and there’s something nice in that! Well, let us go! And now we go hand in hand.", "pos": 1926988}
{"speaker": "Kolya", "text": "And always so, all our lives hand in hand! Hurrah for Karamazov!", "pos": 1927216}
{"speaker": "the boys", "text": "Hurrah for Karamazov!", "pos": 1927366}