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“
I
have
.
Luzhin
charged
you
with
having
caused
the
death
of
a
child
.
Is
that
true
?
”
“
Don
’
t
refer
to
those
vulgar
tales
,
I
beg
,
”
said
Svidrigaïlov
with
disgust
and
annoyance
.
“
If
you
insist
on
wanting
to
know
about
all
that
idiocy
,
I
will
tell
you
one
day
,
but
now
.
.
.
”
“
I
was
told
too
about
some
footman
of
yours
in
the
country
whom
you
treated
badly
.
”
“
I
beg
you
to
drop
the
subject
,
”
Svidrigaïlov
interrupted
again
with
obvious
impatience
.
“
Was
that
the
footman
who
came
to
you
after
death
to
fill
your
pipe
?
.
.
.
you
told
me
about
it
yourself
.
”
Raskolnikov
felt
more
and
more
irritated
.
Svidrigaïlov
looked
at
him
attentively
and
Raskolnikov
fancied
he
caught
a
flash
of
spiteful
mockery
in
that
look
.
But
Svidrigaïlov
restrained
himself
and
answered
very
civilly
:
“
Yes
,
it
was
.
I
see
that
you
,
too
,
are
extremely
interested
and
shall
feel
it
my
duty
to
satisfy
your
curiosity
at
the
first
opportunity
.
Upon
my
soul
!
I
see
that
I
really
might
pass
for
a
romantic
figure
with
some
people
.
Judge
how
grateful
I
must
be
to
Marfa
Petrovna
for
having
repeated
to
Avdotya
Romanovna
such
mysterious
and
interesting
gossip
about
me
.
I
dare
not
guess
what
impression
it
made
on
her
,
but
in
any
case
it
worked
in
my
interests
.
With
all
Avdotya
Romanovna
’
s
natural
aversion
and
in
spite
of
my
invariably
gloomy
and
repellent
aspect
—
she
did
at
least
feel
pity
for
me
,
pity
for
a
lost
soul
.
And
if
once
a
girl
’
s
heart
is
moved
to
pity
,
it
’
s
more
dangerous
than
anything
.
She
is
bound
to
want
to
‘
save
him
,
’
to
bring
him
to
his
senses
,
and
lift
him
up
and
draw
him
to
nobler
aims
,
and
restore
him
to
new
life
and
usefulness
—
well
,
we
all
know
how
far
such
dreams
can
go
.
I
saw
at
once
that
the
bird
was
flying
into
the
cage
of
herself
.
And
I
too
made
ready
.
I
think
you
are
frowning
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
?
There
’
s
no
need
.
As
you
know
,
it
all
ended
in
smoke
.
(
Hang
it
all
,
what
a
lot
I
am
drinking
!
)
Do
you
know
,
I
always
,
from
the
very
beginning
,
regretted
that
it
wasn
’
t
your
sister
’
s
fate
to
be
born
in
the
second
or
third
century
A
.
D
.
,
as
the
daughter
of
a
reigning
prince
or
some
governor
or
pro
-
consul
in
Asia
Minor
.
She
would
undoubtedly
have
been
one
of
those
who
would
endure
martyrdom
and
would
have
smiled
when
they
branded
her
bosom
with
hot
pincers
.
And
she
would
have
gone
to
it
of
herself
.
And
in
the
fourth
or
fifth
century
she
would
have
walked
away
into
the
Egyptian
desert
and
would
have
stayed
there
thirty
years
living
on
roots
and
ecstasies
and
visions
.
She
is
simply
thirsting
to
face
some
torture
for
someone
,
and
if
she
can
’
t
get
her
torture
,
she
’
ll
throw
herself
out
of
a
window
.
I
’
ve
heard
something
of
a
Mr
.
Razumihin
—
he
’
s
said
to
be
a
sensible
fellow
;
his
surname
suggests
it
,
indeed
.
He
’
s
probably
a
divinity
student
.
Well
,
he
’
d
better
look
after
your
sister
!
I
believe
I
understand
her
,
and
I
am
proud
of
it
.
But
at
the
beginning
of
an
acquaintance
,
as
you
know
,
one
is
apt
to
be
more
heedless
and
stupid
.
One
doesn
’
t
see
clearly
.
Hang
it
all
,
why
is
she
so
handsome
?
It
’
s
not
my
fault
.
In
fact
,
it
began
on
my
side
with
a
most
irresistible
physical
desire
.
Avdotya
Romanovna
is
awfully
chaste
,
incredibly
and
phenomenally
so
.
Take
note
,
I
tell
you
this
about
your
sister
as
a
fact
.
She
is
almost
morbidly
chaste
,
in
spite
of
her
broad
intelligence
,
and
it
will
stand
in
her
way
.
There
happened
to
be
a
girl
in
the
house
then
,
Parasha
,
a
black
-
eyed
wench
,
whom
I
had
never
seen
before
—
she
had
just
come
from
another
village
—
very
pretty
,
but
incredibly
stupid
:
she
burst
into
tears
,
wailed
so
that
she
could
be
heard
all
over
the
place
and
caused
scandal
.
One
day
after
dinner
Avdotya
Romanovna
followed
me
into
an
avenue
in
the
garden
and
with
flashing
eyes
insisted
on
my
leaving
poor
Parasha
alone
.
It
was
almost
our
first
conversation
by
ourselves
.
I
,
of
course
,
was
only
too
pleased
to
obey
her
wishes
,
tried
to
appear
disconcerted
,
embarrassed
,
in
fact
played
my
part
not
badly
.
Then
came
interviews
,
mysterious
conversations
,
exhortations
,
entreaties
,
supplications
,
even
tears
—
would
you
believe
it
,
even
tears
?
Think
what
the
passion
for
propaganda
will
bring
some
girls
to
!
I
,
of
course
,
threw
it
all
on
my
destiny
,
posed
as
hungering
and
thirsting
for
light
,
and
finally
resorted
to
the
most
powerful
weapon
in
the
subjection
of
the
female
heart
,
a
weapon
which
never
fails
one
.
It
’
s
the
well
-
known
resource
—
flattery
.
Nothing
in
the
world
is
harder
than
speaking
the
truth
and
nothing
easier
than
flattery
.
If
there
’
s
the
hundredth
part
of
a
false
note
in
speaking
the
truth
,
it
leads
to
a
discord
,
and
that
leads
to
trouble
.
