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“
I
don
’
t
understand
,
”
whispered
Sonia
.
“
You
’
ll
understand
later
.
Haven
’
t
you
done
the
same
?
You
,
too
,
have
transgressed
.
.
.
have
had
the
strength
to
transgress
.
You
have
laid
hands
on
yourself
,
you
have
destroyed
a
life
.
.
.
your
own
(
it
’
s
all
the
same
!
)
.
You
might
have
lived
in
spirit
and
understanding
,
but
you
’
ll
end
in
the
Hay
Market
.
.
.
.
But
you
won
’
t
be
able
to
stand
it
,
and
if
you
remain
alone
you
’
ll
go
out
of
your
mind
like
me
.
You
are
like
a
mad
creature
already
.
So
we
must
go
together
on
the
same
road
!
Let
us
go
!
”
“
What
for
?
What
’
s
all
this
for
?
”
said
Sonia
,
strangely
and
violently
agitated
by
his
words
.
“
What
for
?
Because
you
can
’
t
remain
like
this
,
that
’
s
why
!
You
must
look
things
straight
in
the
face
at
last
,
and
not
weep
like
a
child
and
cry
that
God
won
’
t
allow
it
.
What
will
happen
,
if
you
should
really
be
taken
to
the
hospital
to
-
morrow
?
She
is
mad
and
in
consumption
,
she
’
ll
soon
die
and
the
children
?
Do
you
mean
to
tell
me
Polenka
won
’
t
come
to
grief
?
Haven
’
t
you
seen
children
here
at
the
street
corners
sent
out
by
their
mothers
to
beg
?
I
’
ve
found
out
where
those
mothers
live
and
in
what
surroundings
.
Children
can
’
t
remain
children
there
!
At
seven
the
child
is
vicious
and
a
thief
.
Yet
children
,
you
know
,
are
the
image
of
Christ
:
‘
theirs
is
the
kingdom
of
Heaven
.
’
He
bade
us
honour
and
love
them
,
they
are
the
humanity
of
the
future
.
.
.
.
”
“
What
’
s
to
be
done
,
what
’
s
to
be
done
?
”
repeated
Sonia
,
weeping
hysterically
and
wringing
her
hands
.
“
What
’
s
to
be
done
?
Break
what
must
be
broken
,
once
for
all
,
that
’
s
all
,
and
take
the
suffering
on
oneself
.
What
,
you
don
’
t
understand
?
You
’
ll
understand
later
.
.
.
.
Freedom
and
power
,
and
above
all
,
power
!
Over
all
trembling
creation
and
all
the
ant
-
heap
!
.
.
.
That
’
s
the
goal
,
remember
that
!
That
’
s
my
farewell
message
.
Perhaps
it
’
s
the
last
time
I
shall
speak
to
you
.
If
I
don
’
t
come
to
-
morrow
,
you
’
ll
hear
of
it
all
,
and
then
remember
these
words
.
And
some
day
later
on
,
in
years
to
come
,
you
’
ll
understand
perhaps
what
they
meant
.
If
I
come
to
-
morrow
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
who
killed
Lizaveta
.
.
.
.
Good
-
bye
.
”
Sonia
started
with
terror
.
“
Why
,
do
you
know
who
killed
her
?
”
she
asked
,
chilled
with
horror
,
looking
wildly
at
him
.
“
I
know
and
will
tell
.
.
.
you
,
only
you
.
I
have
chosen
you
out
.
I
’
m
not
coming
to
you
to
ask
forgiveness
,
but
simply
to
tell
you
.
I
chose
you
out
long
ago
to
hear
this
,
when
your
father
talked
of
you
and
when
Lizaveta
was
alive
,
I
thought
of
it
.
Good
-
bye
,
don
’
t
shake
hands
.
To
-
morrow
!
”
He
went
out
.
Sonia
gazed
at
him
as
at
a
madman
.
But
she
herself
was
like
one
insane
and
felt
it
.
Her
head
was
going
round
.
