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“
Why
can
’
t
you
?
”
“
Well
,
I
can
’
t
,
that
’
s
all
about
it
!
There
’
s
an
element
of
attraction
here
,
brother
.
”
“
Then
why
have
you
fascinated
her
?
”
“
I
haven
’
t
fascinated
her
;
perhaps
I
was
fascinated
myself
in
my
folly
.
But
she
won
’
t
care
a
straw
whether
it
’
s
you
or
I
,
so
long
as
somebody
sits
beside
her
,
sighing
.
.
.
.
I
can
’
t
explain
the
position
,
brother
.
.
.
look
here
,
you
are
good
at
mathematics
,
and
working
at
it
now
.
.
.
begin
teaching
her
the
integral
calculus
;
upon
my
soul
,
I
’
m
not
joking
,
I
’
m
in
earnest
,
it
’
ll
be
just
the
same
to
her
.
She
will
gaze
at
you
and
sigh
for
a
whole
year
together
.
I
talked
to
her
once
for
two
days
at
a
time
about
the
Prussian
House
of
Lords
(
for
one
must
talk
of
something
)
—
she
just
sighed
and
perspired
!
And
you
mustn
’
t
talk
of
love
—
she
’
s
bashful
to
hysterics
—
but
just
let
her
see
you
can
’
t
tear
yourself
away
—
that
’
s
enough
.
It
’
s
fearfully
comfortable
;
you
’
re
quite
at
home
,
you
can
read
,
sit
,
lie
about
,
write
.
You
may
even
venture
on
a
kiss
,
if
you
’
re
careful
.
”
“
But
what
do
I
want
with
her
?
”
“
Ach
,
I
can
’
t
make
you
understand
!
You
see
,
you
are
made
for
each
other
!
I
have
often
been
reminded
of
you
!
.
.
You
’
ll
come
to
it
in
the
end
!
So
does
it
matter
whether
it
’
s
sooner
or
later
?
There
’
s
the
feather
-
bed
element
here
,
brother
—
ach
!
and
not
only
that
!
There
’
s
an
attraction
here
—
here
you
have
the
end
of
the
world
,
an
anchorage
,
a
quiet
haven
,
the
navel
of
the
earth
,
the
three
fishes
that
are
the
foundation
of
the
world
,
the
essence
of
pancakes
,
of
savoury
fish
-
pies
,
of
the
evening
samovar
,
of
soft
sighs
and
warm
shawls
,
and
hot
stoves
to
sleep
on
—
as
snug
as
though
you
were
dead
,
and
yet
you
’
re
alive
—
the
advantages
of
both
at
once
!
Well
,
hang
it
,
brother
,
what
stuff
I
’
m
talking
,
it
’
s
bedtime
!
Listen
.
I
sometimes
wake
up
at
night
;
so
I
’
ll
go
in
and
look
at
him
.
But
there
’
s
no
need
,
it
’
s
all
right
.
Don
’
t
you
worry
yourself
,
yet
if
you
like
,
you
might
just
look
in
once
,
too
.
But
if
you
notice
anything
—
delirium
or
fever
—
wake
me
at
once
.
But
there
can
’
t
be
.
.
.
.
”
Razumihin
waked
up
next
morning
at
eight
o
’
clock
,
troubled
and
serious
.
He
found
himself
confronted
with
many
new
and
unlooked
-
for
perplexities
.
He
had
never
expected
that
he
would
ever
wake
up
feeling
like
that
.
He
remembered
every
detail
of
the
previous
day
and
he
knew
that
a
perfectly
novel
experience
had
befallen
him
,
that
he
had
received
an
impression
unlike
anything
he
had
known
before
.
At
the
same
time
he
recognised
clearly
that
the
dream
which
had
fired
his
imagination
was
hopelessly
unattainable
—
so
unattainable
that
he
felt
positively
ashamed
of
it
,
and
he
hastened
to
pass
to
the
other
more
practical
cares
and
difficulties
bequeathed
him
by
that
“
thrice
accursed
yesterday
.
”
The
most
awful
recollection
of
the
previous
day
was
the
way
he
had
shown
himself
“
base
and
mean
,
”
not
only
because
he
had
been
drunk
,
but
because
he
had
taken
advantage
of
the
young
girl
’
s
position
to
abuse
her
fiancé
in
his
stupid
jealousy
,
knowing
nothing
of
their
mutual
relations
and
obligations
and
next
to
nothing
of
the
man
himself
.
And
what
right
had
he
to
criticise
him
in
that
hasty
and
unguarded
manner
?
Who
had
asked
for
his
opinion
?
Was
it
thinkable
that
such
a
creature
as
Avdotya
Romanovna
would
be
marrying
an
unworthy
man
for
money
?
So
there
must
be
something
in
him
.
The
lodgings
?
But
after
all
how
could
he
know
the
character
of
the
lodgings
?
He
was
furnishing
a
flat
.
.
.
Foo
!
how
despicable
it
all
was
!
And
what
justification
was
it
that
he
was
drunk
?
Such
a
stupid
excuse
was
even
more
degrading
!
In
wine
is
truth
,
and
the
truth
had
all
come
out
,
“
that
is
,
all
the
uncleanness
of
his
coarse
and
envious
heart
”
!
And
would
such
a
dream
ever
be
permissible
to
him
,
Razumihin
?
What
was
he
beside
such
a
girl
—
he
,
the
drunken
noisy
braggart
of
last
night
?
Was
it
possible
to
imagine
so
absurd
and
cynical
a
juxtaposition
?
Razumihin
blushed
desperately
at
the
very
idea
and
suddenly
the
recollection
forced
itself
vividly
upon
him
of
how
he
had
said
last
night
on
the
stairs
that
the
landlady
would
be
jealous
of
Avdotya
Romanovna
.
.
.
that
was
simply
intolerable
.
He
brought
his
fist
down
heavily
on
the
kitchen
stove
,
hurt
his
hand
and
sent
one
of
the
bricks
flying
.
