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“
I
wrote
to
you
and
Sergey
Ivanovitch
both
that
I
don
’
t
know
you
and
don
’
t
want
to
know
you
.
What
is
it
you
want
?
”
He
was
not
at
all
the
same
as
Konstantin
had
been
fancying
him
.
The
worst
and
most
tiresome
part
of
his
character
,
what
made
all
relations
with
him
so
difficult
,
had
been
forgotten
by
Konstantin
Levin
when
he
thought
of
him
,
and
now
,
when
he
saw
his
face
,
and
especially
that
nervous
twitching
of
his
head
,
he
remembered
it
all
.
“
I
didn
’
t
want
to
see
you
for
anything
,
”
he
answered
timidly
.
“
I
’
ve
simply
come
to
see
you
.
”
His
brother
’
s
timidity
obviously
softened
Nikolay
.
His
lips
twitched
.
“
Oh
,
so
that
’
s
it
?
”
he
said
.
“
Well
,
come
in
;
sit
down
.
Like
some
supper
?
Masha
,
bring
supper
for
three
.
No
,
stop
a
minute
.
Do
you
know
who
this
is
?
”
he
said
,
addressing
his
brother
,
and
indicating
the
gentleman
in
the
jerkin
:
“
This
is
Mr
.
Kritsky
,
my
friend
from
Kiev
,
a
very
remarkable
man
.
He
’
s
persecuted
by
the
police
,
of
course
,
because
he
’
s
not
a
scoundrel
.
”
And
he
looked
round
in
the
way
he
always
did
at
everyone
in
the
room
.
Seeing
that
the
woman
standing
in
the
doorway
was
moving
to
go
,
he
shouted
to
her
,
“
Wait
a
minute
,
I
said
”
And
with
the
inability
to
express
himself
,
the
incoherence
that
Konstantin
knew
so
well
,
he
began
,
with
another
look
round
at
everyone
,
to
tell
his
brother
Kritsky
’
s
story
:
how
he
had
been
expelled
from
the
university
for
starting
a
benefit
society
for
the
poor
students
and
Sunday
schools
;
and
how
he
had
afterwards
been
a
teacher
in
a
peasant
school
,
and
how
he
had
been
driven
out
of
that
too
,
and
had
afterwards
been
condemned
for
something
.
“
You
’
re
of
the
Kiev
university
?
”
said
Konstantin
Levin
to
Kritsky
,
to
break
the
awkward
silence
that
followed
.
“
Yes
,
I
was
of
Kiev
,
”
Kritsky
replied
angrily
,
his
face
darkening
.
“
And
this
woman
,
”
Nikolay
Levin
interrupted
him
,
pointing
to
her
,
“
is
the
partner
of
my
life
,
Marya
Nikolaevna
.
I
took
her
out
of
a
bad
house
,
”
and
he
jerked
his
neck
saying
this
;
“
but
I
love
her
and
respect
her
,
and
anyone
who
wants
to
know
me
,
”
he
added
,
raising
his
voice
and
knitting
his
brows
,
“
I
beg
to
love
her
and
respect
her
.
She
’
s
just
the
same
as
my
wife
,
just
the
same
.
So
now
you
know
whom
you
’
ve
to
do
with
.
And
if
you
think
you
’
re
lowering
yourself
,
well
,
here
’
s
the
floor
,
there
’
s
the
door
.
”
