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"
Oh
,
a
long
way
off
,
near
the
Great
Theatre
,
just
in
the
square
there
--
It
wo
n't
be
a
large
party
.
"
The
general
sat
on
and
on
.
He
had
ordered
a
fresh
bottle
when
the
prince
arrived
;
this
took
him
an
hour
to
drink
,
and
then
he
had
another
,
and
another
,
during
the
consumption
of
which
he
told
pretty
nearly
the
whole
story
of
his
life
.
The
prince
was
in
despair
.
He
felt
that
though
he
had
but
applied
to
this
miserable
old
drunkard
because
he
saw
no
other
way
of
getting
to
Nastasia
Philipovna
's
,
yet
he
had
been
very
wrong
to
put
the
slightest
confidence
in
such
a
man
.
At
last
he
rose
and
declared
that
he
would
wait
no
longer
.
The
general
rose
too
,
drank
the
last
drops
that
he
could
squeeze
out
of
the
bottle
,
and
staggered
into
the
street
.
Muishkin
began
to
despair
.
He
could
not
imagine
how
he
had
been
so
foolish
as
to
trust
this
man
.
He
only
wanted
one
thing
,
and
that
was
to
get
to
Nastasia
Philipovna
's
,
even
at
the
cost
of
a
certain
amount
of
impropriety
.
But
now
the
scandal
threatened
to
be
more
than
he
had
bargained
for
.
By
this
time
Ardalion
Alexandrovitch
was
quite
intoxicated
,
and
he
kept
his
companion
listening
while
he
discoursed
eloquently
and
pathetically
on
subjects
of
all
kinds
,
interspersed
with
torrents
of
recrimination
against
the
members
of
his
family
.
He
insisted
that
all
his
troubles
were
caused
by
their
bad
conduct
,
and
time
alone
would
put
an
end
to
them
.
At
last
they
reached
the
Litaynaya
.
The
thaw
increased
steadily
,
a
warm
,
unhealthy
wind
blew
through
the
streets
,
vehicles
splashed
through
the
mud
,
and
the
iron
shoes
of
horses
and
mules
rang
on
the
paving
stones
.
Crowds
of
melancholy
people
plodded
wearily
along
the
footpaths
,
with
here
and
there
a
drunken
man
among
them
.
"
Do
you
see
those
brightly-lighted
windows
?
"
said
the
general
.
"
Many
of
my
old
comrades-in-arms
live
about
here
,
and
I
,
who
served
longer
,
and
suffered
more
than
any
of
them
,
am
walking
on
foot
to
the
house
of
a
woman
of
rather
questionable
reputation
!
A
man
,
look
you
,
who
has
thirteen
bullets
on
his
breast
!
...
You
do
n't
believe
it
?
Well
,
I
can
assure
you
it
was
entirely
on
my
account
that
Pirogoff
telegraphed
to
Paris
,
and
left
Sebastopol
at
the
greatest
risk
during
the
siege
.
Nelaton
,
the
Tuileries
surgeon
,
demanded
a
safe
conduct
,
in
the
name
of
science
,
into
the
besieged
city
in
order
to
attend
my
wounds
.
The
government
knows
all
about
it
.
'
That
's
the
Ivolgin
with
thirteen
bullets
in
him
!
'
That
's
how
they
speak
of
me
...
Do
you
see
that
house
,
prince
?
One
of
my
old
friends
lives
on
the
first
floor
,
with
his
large
family
.
In
this
and
five
other
houses
,
three
overlooking
Nevsky
,
two
in
the
Morskaya
,
are
all
that
remain
of
my
personal
friends
.
Nina
Alexandrovna
gave
them
up
long
ago
,
but
I
keep
in
touch
with
them
still
...
I
may
say
I
find
refreshment
in
this
little
coterie
,
in
thus
meeting
my
old
acquaintances
and
subordinates
,
who
worship
me
still
,
in
spite
of
all
.
General
Sokolovitch
(
by
the
way
,
I
have
not
called
on
him
lately
,
or
seen
Anna
Fedorovna
)
...
You
know
,
my
dear
prince
,
when
a
person
does
not
receive
company
himself
,
he
gives
up
going
to
other
people
's
houses
involuntarily
.
And
yet
...
well
...
you
look
as
if
you
did
n't
believe
me
...
Well
now
,
why
should
I
not
present
the
son
of
my
old
friend
and
companion
to
this
delightful
family
--
General
Ivolgin
and
Prince
Muishkin
?
You
will
see
a
lovely
girl
--
what
am
I
saying
--
a
lovely
girl
?
No
,
indeed
,
two
,
three
!
Ornaments
of
this
city
and
of
society
:
beauty
,
education
,
culture
--
the
woman
question
--
poetry
--
everything
!
Added
to
which
is
the
fact
that
each
one
will
have
a
dot
of
at
least
eighty
thousand
roubles
.
No
bad
thing
,
eh
?
...
In
a
word
I
absolutely
must
introduce
you
to
them
:
it
is
a
duty
,
an
obligation
.
General
Ivolgin
and
Prince
Muishkin
.
Tableau
!
"
"
At
once
?
Now
?
You
must
have
forgotten
...
"
began
the
prince
.
"
No
,
I
have
forgotten
nothing
.
Come
!
This
is
the
house
--
up
this
magnificent
staircase
.
I
am
surprised
not
to
see
the
porter
,
but
...
it
is
a
holiday
...
and
the
man
has
gone
off
...
