-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Федор Достоевский
-
- Идиот
-
- Стр. 6/592
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Five
weeks
since
,
I
was
just
like
yourself
,
"
continued
Rogojin
,
addressing
the
prince
,
"
with
nothing
but
a
bundle
and
the
clothes
I
wore
.
I
ran
away
from
my
father
and
came
to
Pskoff
to
my
aunt
's
house
,
where
I
caved
in
at
once
with
fever
,
and
he
went
and
died
while
I
was
away
.
All
honour
to
my
respected
father
's
memory
--
but
he
uncommonly
nearly
killed
me
,
all
the
same
.
Give
you
my
word
,
prince
,
if
I
had
n't
cut
and
run
then
,
when
I
did
,
he
'd
have
murdered
me
like
a
dog
.
"
"
I
suppose
you
angered
him
somehow
?
"
asked
the
prince
,
looking
at
the
millionaire
with
considerable
curiosity
.
But
though
there
may
have
been
something
remarkable
in
the
fact
that
this
man
was
heir
to
millions
of
roubles
there
was
something
about
him
which
surprised
and
interested
the
prince
more
than
that
.
Rogojin
,
too
,
seemed
to
have
taken
up
the
conversation
with
unusual
alacrity
it
appeared
that
he
was
still
in
a
considerable
state
of
excitement
,
if
not
absolutely
feverish
,
and
was
in
real
need
of
someone
to
talk
to
for
the
mere
sake
of
talking
,
as
safety-valve
to
his
agitation
.
As
for
his
red-nosed
neighbour
,
the
latter
--
since
the
information
as
to
the
identity
of
Rogojin
--
hung
over
him
,
seemed
to
be
living
on
the
honey
of
his
words
and
in
the
breath
of
his
nostrils
,
catching
at
every
syllable
as
though
it
were
a
pearl
of
great
price
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
I
angered
him
--
I
certainly
did
anger
him
,
"
replied
Rogojin
.
"
But
what
puts
me
out
so
is
my
brother
.
Of
course
my
mother
could
n't
do
anything
--
she
's
too
old
--
and
whatever
brother
Senka
says
is
law
for
her
!
But
why
could
n't
he
let
me
know
?
He
sent
a
telegram
,
they
say
.
What
's
the
good
of
a
telegram
?
It
frightened
my
aunt
so
that
she
sent
it
back
to
the
office
unopened
,
and
there
it
's
been
ever
since
!
It
's
only
thanks
to
Konief
that
I
heard
at
all
;
he
wrote
me
all
about
it
.
He
says
my
brother
cut
off
the
gold
tassels
from
my
father
's
coffin
,
at
night
'
because
they
're
worth
a
lot
of
money
!
'
says
he
.
Why
,
I
can
get
him
sent
off
to
Siberia
for
that
alone
,
if
I
like
;
it
's
sacrilege
.
Here
,
you
--
scarecrow
!
"
he
added
,
addressing
the
clerk
at
his
side
,
"
is
it
sacrilege
or
not
,
by
law
?
"
"
Sacrilege
,
certainly
--
certainly
sacrilege
,
"
said
the
latter
.
"
And
it
's
Siberia
for
sacrilege
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Undoubtedly
so
;
Siberia
,
of
course
!
"
"
They
will
think
that
I
'm
still
ill
,
"
continued
Rogojin
to
the
prince
,
"
but
I
sloped
off
quietly
,
seedy
as
I
was
,
took
the
train
and
came
away
.
Aha
,
brother
Senka
,
you
'll
have
to
open
your
gates
and
let
me
in
,
my
boy
!
I
know
he
told
tales
about
me
to
my
father
--
I
know
that
well
enough
but
I
certainly
did
rile
my
father
about
Nastasia
Philipovna
that
's
very
sure
,
and
that
was
my
own
doing
.
"
