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“
You
see
,
Sonia
,
I
’
ve
decided
that
it
will
be
better
so
.
There
is
one
fact
.
.
.
.
But
it
’
s
a
long
story
and
there
’
s
no
need
to
discuss
it
.
But
do
you
know
what
angers
me
?
It
annoys
me
that
all
those
stupid
brutish
faces
will
be
gaping
at
me
directly
,
pestering
me
with
their
stupid
questions
,
which
I
shall
have
to
answer
—
they
’
ll
point
their
fingers
at
me
.
.
.
.
Tfoo
!
You
know
I
am
not
going
to
Porfiry
,
I
am
sick
of
him
.
I
’
d
rather
go
to
my
friend
,
the
Explosive
Lieutenant
;
how
I
shall
surprise
him
,
what
a
sensation
I
shall
make
!
But
I
must
be
cooler
;
I
’
ve
become
too
irritable
of
late
.
You
know
I
was
nearly
shaking
my
fist
at
my
sister
just
now
,
because
she
turned
to
take
a
last
look
at
me
.
It
’
s
a
brutal
state
to
be
in
!
Ah
!
what
am
I
coming
to
!
Well
,
where
are
the
crosses
?
”
He
seemed
hardly
to
know
what
he
was
doing
.
He
could
not
stay
still
or
concentrate
his
attention
on
anything
;
his
ideas
seemed
to
gallop
after
one
another
,
he
talked
incoherently
,
his
hands
trembled
slightly
.
Without
a
word
Sonia
took
out
of
the
drawer
two
crosses
,
one
of
cypress
wood
and
one
of
copper
.
She
made
the
sign
of
the
cross
over
herself
and
over
him
,
and
put
the
wooden
cross
on
his
neck
.
“
It
’
s
the
symbol
of
my
taking
up
the
cross
,
”
he
laughed
.
“
As
though
I
had
not
suffered
much
till
now
!
The
wooden
cross
,
that
is
the
peasant
one
;
the
copper
one
,
that
is
Lizaveta
’
s
—
you
will
wear
yourself
,
show
me
!
So
she
had
it
on
.
.
.
at
that
moment
?
I
remember
two
things
like
these
too
,
a
silver
one
and
a
little
ikon
.
I
threw
them
back
on
the
old
woman
’
s
neck
.
Those
would
be
appropriate
now
,
really
,
those
are
what
I
ought
to
put
on
now
.
.
.
.
But
I
am
talking
nonsense
and
forgetting
what
matters
;
I
’
m
somehow
forgetful
.
.
.
.
You
see
I
have
come
to
warn
you
,
Sonia
,
so
that
you
might
know
.
.
.
that
’
s
all
—
that
’
s
all
I
came
for
.
But
I
thought
I
had
more
to
say
.
You
wanted
me
to
go
yourself
.
Well
,
now
I
am
going
to
prison
and
you
’
ll
have
your
wish
.
Well
,
what
are
you
crying
for
?
You
too
?
Don
’
t
.
Leave
off
!
Oh
,
how
I
hate
it
all
!
”
But
his
feeling
was
stirred
;
his
heart
ached
,
as
he
looked
at
her
.
“
Why
is
she
grieving
too
?
”
he
thought
to
himself
.
“
What
am
I
to
her
?
Why
does
she
weep
?
Why
is
she
looking
after
me
,
like
my
mother
or
Dounia
?
She
’
ll
be
my
nurse
.
”
“
Cross
yourself
,
say
at
least
one
prayer
,
”
Sonia
begged
in
a
timid
broken
voice
.
“
Oh
certainly
,
as
much
as
you
like
!
And
sincerely
,
Sonia
,
sincerely
.
.
.
.
”
But
he
wanted
to
say
something
quite
different
.
