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Pashka!

Pashka! Pashka!

Pashka! Where the hell are they?

Pashka!

Pashka? What? Why are you yelling?

- Pashka... - I'm using...

Drowned.

- People. People! - People! People!

People! People!

People!

Help him.

"So, in short, if you're straight."

Of course, it's a mansion house. All the icons are here,

because it's shorter. Well yes.

"The ink's withered." "Maman, who is this?"

- Let's go closer, we'll find out. - I do not know, somebody was drowned.

- And let's go... - We go, we go, suddenly I see -

Pashka disappeared. I shout: "Pashka, Pashka."

At first, the deceased surfaced. I thought it was a sinful thing to think that Pashka lay in the water.

And what is it to me to lie in the water? Here we had no drowned drowned people.

Then I saw. Well, they crashed out and ran.

- Where? - Let go, let me. I know who it is.

"And you, young lady, what's your name?" Daria Pavlovna Shatova,

a pupil of Her Excellency Varvara Petrovna Stavrogina.

This is my brother Ivan Shatov.

So, on September 15 this year

on the shore of a pond located in the backwoods of a park belonging to the general's wife.

Stavrogina Varvara Petrovna, found the body of a former student

Ivan Shatov, who is supposedly and with a high degree of probability

killed.

Or maybe, after all, please rest from the road? In the hotel?

"I'd like to get down to business right away." Are there any preliminary results?

Suspects? "Monsieur, you suspect a dime a dozen."

And who of them is guilty, go figure it out.

Some people, of course, are already in the business.

For example, Verkhovensky Petr and Stavrogin Nikolay.

Before their arrival in the city everything was different.

Quiet, beautiful. How these appeared - the whole city fell from the chain.

One after another, one after another. A total of ten corpses.

Even a baby male. And before everything was different.

Even the bridge was built to build the capital, to connect the two banks.

The late Kirillov, by the way, designed it.

The gifted was a man, albeit with oddities.

And these two subjects, Stavrogin and Verkhovensky,

on the eve of the feast of the Transfiguration, on August 17, Sunday.

I must say, the appearance of one of them, Stavrogin Nikolai,

we were waiting in the city with some fear.

In his last visit, he here has learned this!

Yes, in this city nothing ever changes.

"Stavrogin, I decided to be with you in everything frank."

So, before this were not unrevealed?

"Going here, I decided to take a role."

At first I wanted to take a fool's face, because the fool is easier.

But since the fool - still an extreme, I stopped

on his own face finally.

"Stop it, my dear."

"Stavrogin, where are you going?"

I just remembered that I somehow really called you untalented,

but you were not then. So they told you.

What did you stand up for? Go.

Mr. Gaganov, I received your letter.

Despite the extremely offensive tone, I understand your feelings.

This incident with your father here in the club, 4 years ago...

And although my act was unintentional and committed by illness,

I am ready to offer all kinds of apologies.

And it seems, that's why I came here.

Bastard.

Coward.

"I am at your service at any time convenient for you."

"You are damned!"

Stop it.

Kirillov! Kirillov, unlock it, it's me.

Kirillov!

You, really, have been waiting for? Come, then.

"Did you find people?"

"Here's the list."

Lyamshin, Liputin, Erkel, Virginia. Who are they?

Virginia is an official. His wife is a local midwife.

Lyamshin is a musician. Erkel is a young officer, his mother is sick.

"We'll have a look, we'll see." And where is Shatov?

He sent me a letter about what is coming out of society.

What does it mean? He has our printing house, and in general...

smacks of betrayal. What about him? "I'm not a watchman."

- Who is it to us? - Investigator for particularly important cases.

His Majesty's Office, Mr. Goremykin.

"So you're saying that there are no young people in the city?"

No. As in the air evaporated.

Mr. Stavrogin and Mr. Verkhovensky. Yes, and his father, then his.

Stepan Trofimovich, too, the kingdom of heaven to him... disappeared. I'm lost.

Nowhere we can not find. How? Where did you disappear to?

And like this. Somehow he left in the morning and did not return.

"How, you say, his name?" "Whom?"

- The parent. - Stepan Trofimovich Verkhovensky.

Stepan Trofimovich. And is not this the one that taught history in Petersburg?

"Oh, I do not know what he taught there, but he only muddied us with water."

Slippery old man. Ideas preached, played in the liberal.

He was lying, that with Herzen on a friendly foot.

And he himself was with the general's wife Stavrogin in prizhivalakh.

Chatterbox. Harmful man.

Apparently, he was weary of his patroness.

Because on that very Sunday she was going to arrange an engagement.

Stepan Trofimovich with his pupil Daria Shatova.

This is a misalliance. Shatov! Ivan Pavlovich!

We, as I understand it, go one way.

Moni, I have to explain myself. Yes.

I know I know. Yes, finally, it's funny. But my marriage to your sister

looks in the eyes of society a comedy, and in your eyes - a real meanness.

But you know my circumstances. Stepan Trofimovich,

why do you want to make my sister unhappy?

That's just the point, there are circumstances.

I want your sister to tell me herself, from her lips.

I do not want to blush, I do not want to lie. I do not want secrets.

I will not tolerate secrets in this matter.

I sent her a letter yesterday. Believe me, with nobility.

I notified her that I wrote Stavrogin five days ago.

And also with nobility. Yes, what the hell!

You... What right have you to compare them so?

Suppose that there really was something between her and Nicholas

in Switzerland or began. I must ask.

Do not disturb your hearts and do not become a pillar on their way.

- This is slander. - I have the deepest respect for you

to Daria Pavlovna, but you know Stavrogin.

You yourself have suffered from it.

And how do you hear these rumors about some hromonoid idiot?

"Hold your tongue." "The whole town says,

that Stavrogin and with her... Sit down, sit down.

Mon cher, do not press me. I'm already crushed like a cockroach.

Now only he, my son, my Petrusha, will save me.

In the birdhouses. Why is he not going?

"Thank you, dear."

"Are you unhappy?"

Do you need help? I've arrived,

only to kiss your hand.

Only for this and arrived?

"Hand it over, please."

And where do you live?

It seems, it's Lebyadkin. Her brother, so to speak, a careless man.

Money, they say, faked printed. And this is their sister.

Looks like she left the surveillance.

"So you, my dear, Madam Lebyadkina?"

No, I'm not Lebyadkin. My brother Lebyadkin.

"I'll do this." I'll take you with me, my dear.

- Want to go with me? - Want!

"Aunt?" Aunt, can I go with you to you?

Sorry.

Dear cousin, I'm going to my aunt's.

Aunt, if you do not take me with you,

then I'll run after your carriage.

"Sit down, my dear."

How, do you limp?

- Lizaveta Nikolaevna... - Stay.

Yes, yes, it's strange.

"Lyamshin, where did they take her?" "Did you stop the sister?"

What do you mean, "shut up"? I'm a brother, not a phantom.

In me there is an insulted family pride.

In the birdhouses.

"I'll finish your case and retire." "Come, sir,

in your summer retirement. I'm drinking tea, you'll be younger than me.

"The authorities are asking."

Worried about my health. Want some wine?

Good wine, I send it from Greece. The doctor prescribed from the lungs.

Service. And though... Come on!

"For health, for health is venerated for virtue,"

- or even for talent. - Yes.

Stop! Wait, they tell you! Where is it?

"By the way, who are Lebyadkins?" The old people.

Brother and sister. Brother than nothing else did: They say,

even printed counterfeit money. A sister is crazy.

A week before Stavrogin's arrival, his mother Varvara Petrovna

received by mail an anonymous letter in which she was assured that between her son

and the mentioned lady has a certain connection.

What, was beautiful?

"Not only is she crazy, she's still limp."

Absolutely without a king in my head. Oh, oh!

Here is such an anecdote.

I believe the appearance of this very limp woman and her brother

in Birdhouses strongly influenced the further course of events

and frustrated the plans of the general about the betrothal.

- Was appointed at 12. - Varvara Petrovna was pleased

go to mass and not yet return.

"I have not seen Petrush so long."

When I left him then in Petersburg, I...

In a word, I considered him to be nothing.

The boy was, you know, nervous, very sensitive and timid.

Going to bed, laying prostrations and baptizing the pillow at night,

so as not to die. Is it true baptized the pillow?

- Yes baptized. - Yeah.

Do you believe in God yourself? And I do not understand,

why me all expose the atheist.

- I believe in God. - Yes?

"But I can not believe, like my maid or like you, dear Shatov?"

You believe forcibly, like the Moscow Slavophile.

As for Christianity, I, with all my sincere

respect for him, I'm rather an ancient pagan. Like the great Goethe

or the ancient Greek. But then another thing is more important.

Russia is too great a misunderstanding, that to us one of them

to resolve - without the Germans, without difficulty. And since we

we will never work... "A cup of coffee soon!"

Do not postpone the carriage.

Sit down.

Stepan Trofimovich, here look at this woman.

What it is? Mon cher, yes I, in a certain sense...

Shatushka, you're here! Imagine, I see you, but I think it's not him.

Well, how does he go here?

"Do you know her?" - I know.

Well? "You do not need to talk."

"Are you cold, my dear?" Drink, warm up.

"Mercy!"

Auntie, are not you angry? What?

What kind of aunt am I to you?

And I... I thought so it is necessary. This girl, Lisa, just now

you so called. Well, I forgot to give it back.

Take it. "Put it on now",

Leave yourself. Drink your coffee and, please, do not be afraid of me,

my darling.

The train was long gone. Why is there no Nikolai Vsevolodovich still?

Mon cher, I, in a way... Daria Pavlovna!

"So this is your Daria Pavlovna?"

Sham, your sister does not look like you.

How does my Lebyadkin like this charm of a serf maid Dashka call?

"Dasha, do you know her?"

"I've never seen her." It must be a sick sister of one master.

Lebyadkina. Mr. Lebyadkin is waiting downstairs.

He asks about himself. It's impossible.

It's a dishonest person, a convict or a counterfeiter.

"He's my lackey." I shouted to him: "Lebyadkin, bring the water!",

"Lebyadkin, give your shoes!" - he is running.

"She treats him as a lackey, only he does not carry water,"

he beats her for it. And with her nervous seizures happen,

she does not remember anything.

To delay.

Six days ago I received an anonymous letter,

in which some rascal assures me that my son,

Nikolay Vsevolodovich, went mad and that I should be afraid

some lame woman who will play in my destiny

an extraordinary role.

So I want to see this man.

"Pavel Dmitrievich, a lady came to you, the general's wife."

I told you about her already. She would very much like to talk with you.

Shatov was her serf. Killed Shatov. "What is the name of the lady?"

Varvara Petrovna Stavrogina. "You'll excuse me,

Ivan Lvovich, but I do not intend to wait. "Varvara Petrovna, my dear,

You can not both! "Ivan Lvovich, I ask you,".

- Leave us alone. - But.

"I will not speak to you." "Ivan Lvovich, leave us."

"I came to tell you." In general, there may be people,

but I have too many detractors here,

who decide to use... In a word, my son,

he, of course, often behaves defiantly, that is unusual.

He is not guilty of anything.

He loved the late Shatov, they grew up together.

"Remind me, your son..." Stavrogin Nikolay Vsevolodovich.

And why did Shatov hit your son?

There was a slap in the face, was not it?

"Did they tell you already?"

And who can use it and why?

There are many who want to be there. It all started about a month and a half ago.

My son returned home after a long absence.

And then I received a letter from a certain Captain Lebyadkin,

which completely puzzled me.

And the same letter was received by Liza Tushina,

the girl from a good family. And we all believed that her marriage with my son -

the case is almost solved. "I have come, ma'am."

"Do me a favor, my dear sir,"

sit over there.

First, let me know your name.

"Madam, I would like to be called Ernest,"

but forced to wear a tough name Ignat.

I would like to be called prince de Montbar,

but meanwhile, I'm just Lebyadkin.

Lebyadkin, from the swan.

I'm a poet. I am a poet in my heart, I could receive a thousand rubles from the publisher,

but forced to live in a tub.

Can you say anything more definite?

And I can read you the play "Cockroach".

- What? - There lived a cockroach in the world,

Cockroach from childhood,

And then I got into a glass full of moss-eating.

It's when the flies get into the glass in the heat, flies are happening!

Shut up. Is this pathetic person really your sister?

"Yes... Your palaces are rich, ma'am!"

But they are poor in my sister, who was born Lebyadkina,

but which so far - only so far - we will call Maria Unknown.

You gave her 10 rubles.

She accepted, accepted, but because of you.

Because of you, madam! She will never take it from anyone!

And from you he will take everything and always! - Why is it from me she can

take, and from others will not want? "And that's because, madam,"

it's a mystery that can only be buried in a coffin.

- I look forward to hearing. - But no!

Lebyadkin will not let slip! The cockroach does not complain.

No, no, I should not be present. Varvara Petrovna!

Your son Nikolai Vsevolodovich told me to come here too

in a quarter of an hour. Ah, Lizaveta Nikolaevna!

How glad I am to meet you from the very first step.

By the way, how is your health, Varvara Petrovna?

Petrusha! Pierre! My little son!

I did not recognize you, did I? Do not shawl, do not shawl!

"I have not seen you for 10 years!" "I believe, I believe that you love me,

but take your hands off.

And here he is.

"Nikolay Vsevolodovich, stop for a minute."

Nikolai Vsevolodovich, is it true that this unfortunate lame woman,

Is it true that she is your lawful wife?

"You can not be here." I can now in front of you on your knees

shall I get up? No you can not.

Think about the fact that you are a girl, and although I am your most devoted friend,

but still a stranger to you. Not a husband, not a father, not a fiance.

I'll take you to the carriage. Come along. Come on.

"I do not advise you to flee, Mr. Lebyadkin."

Both me and Nikolai Vsevolodovich know your tricks too well.

Varvara Petrovna, may I clarify this matter?

Thank you. Nikolai Vsevolodovich was then living in Petersburg,

so to speak, mocking. This was Lebyadkin's sister - this is the same,

that here now sat. He wandered the streets, begged,

that will pick up - drank, she ate like a heavenly bird.

Nikolai Vsevolodovich sheltered him, he became like a man with him,

over which everyone laughs, and he gets paid for it.

And Mademoiselle Lebyadkina-Stavrogin was, so to speak, a diamond

on the dirty background of her life. Once Nikolay Vsevolodovich stood up for himself

for her for all. I threw the abuser out the window - then she finally

became obsessed, began to consider him a kind of groom,

not daring to kidnap her, because he has many enemies

and family obstacles or something like that.

Thus, to Nikolay Vsevolodovich, exclusively on the kindness of the soul,

had to dispose of its content -

the annual boarding house is 300 rubles.

And Mr. Lebyadkin is looking for his sister, taking her straight from the monastery,

brings here and here he does not feed her, beats, tyrannizes, drunks,

uses her boarding house, and in gratitude ends

a daring challenge to Nikolai Vsevolodovich, meaningless demands,

sending all vile anonymous letters.

Mr. Lebyadkin, is it true that everything I said here now?

Pyotr Stepanovich... If family honor and an unmerited heart are a shame

cry out among people, is it really then that the person is guilty?

"You are very irritable, Mr. Lebyadkin."

But I have not started anything yet about your behavior in its present form.

"Pyotr Stepanovich!"

"Pyotr Stepanovich told us the story of one man,"

chivalrous-noble. Forgive me, Nicolas?

"Knightly?" So you, then, and it came to this.

Well, I'm grateful to Petr Stepanovich for his haste.

I heard you can be congratulated. Or not yet?

You know, I was notified. Yes I know.

With what to congratulate? Ba! Yes, not with the same?

And remember, in Switzerland they assured that they would never marry?

Oh, yes, about Switzerland. I almost forgot. You when to Switzerland?

- I? To Switzerland? - How? Do not you go?

You also marry - you wrote. "Pierre!"

"Why, Pierre?" You write in a letter that you need to be saved,

about some sort of sins in Switzerland. I marry, they say, for sins

or because of other people's sins, and therefore throw everything and fly to save.

Stepan Trofimovich just wrote to you that he would marry "other people's sins"?

So you flew "to save him"? So I wrote.

If, of course, I did not understand something here...

"Nikolay Vsevolodovich, were you also notified?"

Yes, I received from him the most innocent and...

- a noble letter. - That's enough.

Stepan Trofimovich, please, leave us.

And do not cross the threshold of my house again!

You are welcome!

"Daria Pavlovna, I'm in a certain sense..."

Be sure that I still respect you, I also appreciate,

and think about me, too, well.

Lisa! Water, quick! Lisa!

On, drink water.

Lisa...

- Lisa! - Lisa!

Why did your son not call Shatov to a duel?

I don't know. I know one thing that he could not kill him, he could not!

Your point of view I have already learned. Tell me, where is your son now?

We would very much like to talk personally with him.

"I do not know where he is." All these events affected him so.

And I, alas, was not there. Dasha and I were away,

when all this turned out so. I can not forgive myself.

"Yes, I have a report here." Link the death of these Lebyadkins with his participation.

"Why should you repeat these vile rumors?"

They were killed by this convict, this is clear to all.

While the investigation is not over, nothing can be clear.

"But he's not guilty, he could not kill, he could not."

If you only knew what kind of heart it is!

And believe me, my son was not himself after that fateful Sunday.

He did not leave the house for a week.

I must tell you that you understand exactly

all the delicate moments associated with your parent.

But your proposal for an almshouse - this is, perhaps, too much.

Nicholas. Can I invite Pyotr Stepanovich to see you?

You can, you can, of course, you can.

If only you knew that I had to talk to them all.

You are now a mysterious and romantic person, an advantageous position.

All of you are waiting for improbability.

I used the wife of Shatov, that is, rumors of your connection in Paris.

Are not you angry? "I'm sure you tried very hard."

She never eavesdrops.

"What kind of insect is that?"

This is a nymphalys polychloros, a butterfly-multicolor.

And this? Vanessa atalanta, butterfly admiral.

Does not it seem strange to you, Verkhovensky,

that such an insignificant creature - insect, as you say -

Given such an amazing generous form, beauty? Incarnate perfection.

And now you are fond of butterflies? Are people bored?

And I think that people - creatures are transitional,

and our existence on earth is only, obviously,

the endless existence of a chrysalis turning into a butterfly.

Remember the expression "An angel never falls,

the demon has fallen so far that it always lies, the person falls and rises "?

"Have you believed in demons?"

Why did you make this comedy about a noble knight on Sunday?

Wanted to show that we are in cahoots? I did not ask you for anything like that.

Exactly. That's exactly what I wanted.

I did just that to understand to what extent you are afraid.

- Have you changed your tactics? - There is no tactic.

Now one thing in all is your complete will.

And you will not mention our business until you order it yourself.

By the way, I forwarded Lebyadkin on the same day.

Did you receive my note with their address? Got.

Lizaveta Nikolaevna after the fainting completely recovered.

There are rumors of her engagement with Mauritius. You know?

You are right, she will come running from under a wreath, it costs you only...

Well, I'm at your service.

You yourself know. I'm serious about your service. Do you understand this?

Well, I'm on my way. Here at night it is troubled.

In the city, Fedka, a convict, a runaway from Siberia,

whose father was about 15 years ago as a soldier. Wonderful personality.

"Did you speak with him?"

Said. At all ready-made person, for everything. For money, of course.

But there are also beliefs - in its own way, of course.

What kind of a stick are you holding?

By the way, everyone here is convinced that you will kill Shatov.

- You? - I.

But I'm not to you, I'm to Kirillov.

Shatov! And you did not strike me for my connection with your wife?

No, of course not.

"And not because they believed in stupid gossip about Darya Pavlovna?"

No! What nonsense?

"So you guessed and I guessed right." You're right:

Marya Timofeevna Lebyadkina is my lawful wife, married to me,

in St. Petersburg, about four and a half years ago, after a drunken dinner, at a dispute.

For it in fact have struck? No.

I hit you for your fall. For lying.

Because you meant so much to me.

And did not want to punish you.

When I approached, I did not think I would hit.

I thought you'd come to kill me.

I bought a revolver from Lyamshin.

On the last money. I did not want to give you.

And I waited, constantly thinking about you.

I can not pull you out of my heart, Nikolai Stavrogin.

"Look, what a ball." In how it jumps. She jumps something.

"Tea?" - Give.

Read it.

I met this Gaganov for a month in Petersburg.

He was very insolent, angry with me for the incident with his father.

I was ready to bring him all sorts of apologies, but he left.

And now I find him here in perfect frenzy.

Yes, I heard something like that in the club.

Did you really take the old man by the nose and...?

A ridiculous story.

However, I was not very well then, when he again

repeated his "No one can hold me by the nose," then...

I suddenly very much wanted to.

However, I came to find out if you would agree to be my second.

Speak, how to fight?

"Weapons, of course, pistols." Especially ask you to arrange this:

Barrier in ten steps. Everyone must go

up to its barrier, but can shoot earlier, on the move.

Ten steps, close.

"Do you know how to charge a gun?"

Yes. There is everything: Gunpowder, bullets.

I still have a revolver.

- Are you still in the same thoughts? - In the same.

"When?" "It's not from me, as you know." When they say.

No, I understand, of course, to shoot myself. Himself sometimes imagined.

But you seem to be very happy, Kirillov. Bridge design.

Yes, very happy.

Have you seen a leaf, from a leaf tree?

I saw recently yellow,

a little green, rotted off the edges. In the wind wore.

When I was ten, I closed my eyes in the winter on purpose

and imagined a leaf green, bright, with veins,

overflows, the sun shines. He opened his eyes and did not believe,

because very well, and again shut.

The sheet is good. Yes, all is well. All?

A person is unhappy because he does not know that he is happy,

just because that's all. Whoever finds out, immediately becomes happy.

"And who will die of hunger,"

who offends and dishonors the girl - it's good?

He needs to know, he must know that they are good,

and they will immediately become good all, all to the one.

When they find out, they will not rape the girl.

Who will teach that all are good, that world will end.

"He who taught was crucified." "He will come, and his name is Man-god."

- God-man. - Man, this is the difference.

"Do not you pray yet?" And the icon is out.

This is the mistress. And I do not interfere, I pray to all.

"I think that when I come to you next time, you will believe in God."

Why? "But you do not know that you believe in God",

therefore you do not believe. - It's not that, they turned the thought over.

Remember what you meant in my life, Stavrogin.

"Thank God, they conspired for 15 steps".

"Damn, my hands are shaking."

"Artemy Pavlovich!" Well, what else is there?

"Only for pro forma: Would you like to reconcile the last time?"

The duty of the second. I subscribe to the words.

Mr. Kirillov. The thought that one can not tolerate a barrier is a prejudice.

I again confirm my proposal to submit

all possible apologies. He does not consider it possible

from me to take offense! For whom does he take me?

You only irritate me so I do not get caught!

"The negotiations are over." Please listen to the command.

One two Three.

"I declare: This man shot deliberately into the air!" Intentionally!

"I did not mean to offend you." I shot up, because I do not want

more than anybody to kill. "He spares me!"

I despise him for mercy, I spit, I... Why did he call me?

"You did not want to listen." How can you get rid of you?

I note, if the enemy declares that the shoot will be up,

a duel can not continue. You do not know what's on my mind

and how I will shoot. I do not break the duel in any way.

- Vyacheslav Ivanovich, well, you something! .. - What about me? I did not have time to have breakfast.

"Gentlemen, take your place."

One two Three.

Again?! Anyway, I'm called and use the right!

I want to shoot a third time!

Please listen to the command.

One two Three.

Too long, too long. Shoot. Shoot!

Shoot, do not keep the enemy.

"Thank God the doctor did not need it." "The duel is over."

I think, Stavrogin could not do without Stavrogin. Such a person could not

such an insult to demolish. Well, I would call for a duel.

With Gaganov he was shooting. "Gaganov is a nobleman, sir,"

and Shatov is a former serf. Our handsome man could not shoot with the peasant,

it's even funny-with. And right. Kirillov was

second at Stavrogin, when he and Gaganov were shooting.

All this duel in order to hide the main thing - the murder of Shatov.

Guilty! Guilty! I am guilty! "Hey, stop."

"We are all guilty, all five!" What is it!

"What five?" Treason of the state, the state!

They killed, killed, they took a sin on the soul! To intimidate wanted...

"Who is that?" "Lyamshin, an official from the post office, sir."

Stand still. How are the names? Surnames!

I, Liputin, Virginia, Shigalev and lieutenant Erkel.

A secret link, all this is a chain of links throughout Russia...

Come on.

So, is it possible to inform St. Petersburg? Time such business.

Yes, for such a thing they will get stuck, be calm.

There people are creepy, knows where to catch fish.

And you also get - overlooked, missed. No, Ivan Lvovich,

let us ourselves. A whistle... Liputin whistled,

the signal was given. "Themselves."

Are you unwell?

Bring a warm blanket, a cloak, he is sick.

"So, with your help, we will now restore the picture of the incident."

Well, sir. Who had the murder weapon? You? You?

I remind you that conscientious participation in this

seriously mitigate your fate. As well as denial.

"I, Your Excellency, must declare..."

Here, take it. "I must declare that it is illegal."

I was not at the murder. "But you were with us that night."

"I left, my dear sir, after a clear protest expressed by me."

- Mr. Virgin, why are you silent? - The mouse...

- What? - It all started with a mouse.

"With the mouse?"

Scripture with pictures for children! Gift edition!

We buy, people are good, we buy Holy Scripture! Gilded sheets!

With pictures for children! We buy, people are good, we buy!

"Pee-pee-pee-pee!" Gotcha. Oh, mouse!

- Oh, Lord! - Mouse! Oh, the mouse!

Gentlemen! So, we'll disperse.

- Nihilists. - No, the Socialists.

Yes, they are all idle...

- And you, the schoolboy, what? - Yes, here I am. Have fun here with you.

Come with us, it will be even more fun.

- Please. - Thank you.

"Wait here."

O Lord, Lord... The love of a grenade.

Ignat flashed in his chest.

And again he wept with bitter torment. By Sebastopol, he was armless.

Can? To decorate the robe.

- Permit. All giving is good. - Thank you.

I've never been to Sevastopol, and I'm not without arms, I have hands,

but what rhymes, what rhymes! Read it! Leave, leave, enough!

I ask you to. Go!

"Oh, how sweet she is, Elizabeth Tushin!"

So the mouse - Verkhovenskogo hand work.

And we thought Fedka Katorzhny was bored.

Pyotr Stepanovich always said that it is necessary to start with the destruction of churches.

"In other words, is he an atheist?" If you only knew,

what strange things were going on around him.

Normal yesterday, people turned into the devil knows what.

As, for example, then, at our first meeting in my house.

"Tomorrow you will transport them to the district." I hired a house there.

If Lebyadkin will protest, say -

personally at the request of Nikolai Vsevolodovich.

I see, sir. And the britzka? I do not own mine.

Kant said: The stars above my head and the law in me. Inside of me!

And not somewhere there. I am God, in me is God.

"There is no God, gentlemen, this is an idea." And like any idea, it's zilch,

pure abstraction, metamorphosis. "Away Pascal with Descartes."

Gentlemen, read Marx.

"Unfortunately, my wife is away." She is an obstetrician and a terrible ascetic -

childbirth went to take, and therefore I can not lend you,

so to speak, a worthy welcome.

But you are the son of Stepan Trofimovich? I have the honor to know your papa.

The worst recommendation is difficult to imagine. Anyway.

Do you have any idea of the purpose of our meeting?

- In outline. - That is, you understand,

that, being here, are you bound by certain obligations?

- Well yes. Although... - I think everyone explained to you

abound. Or are you afraid? "No, no, it's you."

I think I'm quite. And what should I do?

"These gentlemen: Liputin, you know him, Lyamshin..."

- Shigalev. - Shigalev, Erkel - you are all now

the so-called five, link, one of the many links of one chain.

"Gentlemen, a minute of attention."

You all say that there is no God.

Suppose this is so. But...

If there is no God, then what kind of a captain am I after that?

Yes you go to hell!

To hell with the devil!

I'm lost. I myself do not know how.

In the name of bright ideals.

In the name of enlightenment.

So, in the name of bright ideals you Shatov? ..

It's not me. I could not.

I was deceived.

Do not you see that I'm just an ordinary person?

"I must tell you, sir, all the killers are very similar to ordinary people."

"My God, I can not do this any more."

I'm sick, let me out.

I was just mistaken, I was wrong.

Can not you forgive a lost person?

Who first proposed to kill Shatov, Verkhovensky or Stavrogin?

"I do not remember, though..."

It seems that it was Verkhovensky.

Yes, yes, it seems, he.

These are all conjectures.

Remembered.

I was told that Stavrogin and his wife Shatov had an affair.

Are you sure? "I can not be sure."

So I'm afraid of making a mistake... Ask someone else.

What if I was wrong?

"Take him away."

I'm sure that the idea to kill Shatov belongs to Stavrogin.

Stavrogin, Stavrogin.

And all these revolutionary games - this is so, to divert the eyes.

Pardon, which of them are revolutionaries?

- And what should they be? - I don't know.

Better than ours. "You're romantizing, Ivan Lvovich."

And I think that it was all these ours, tutoshnie, and sided.

Precisely because the impressiveness is not enough.

- Yes Yes... - And who does not want to be impressive?

We want to inspire fear and awe, sir.

By the way, they say, Verkhovensky had a friendship with the Governor's wife.

They say, more than friendship. But it's between us.

"Going to us, the governor's Yulia Mikhailovna,"

I believe, diligently worked on her husband.

They are new people in our region.

I note that we immediately rumors that she was freethinking

and new rules.

She wanted to pour her ambition into her husband,

and he suddenly returned to his favorite children's entertainment -

"glue paper trinkets."

Julia Mikhailovna, I'm sorry that I'm bothering you.

My name is Goremykin Pavel Dmitrievich.

How is the health of His Excellency?

Also. There are no visible impairments, improvements, however, too.

"I heard about your husband's feat, I am genuinely delighted."

Unfortunately, my mission is sad:

I was appointed to investigate the murder of student Shatov,

occurred in your city. "How can I help?"

Let's just say, you considered a close friend.

Petr Stepanovich Verkhovensky.

Gossip collect?

I do not see anything reprehensible in the word "friend".

I came to you for help.

I would just like to know about his attitude towards the late Shatov.

What can I say...

Pyotr Stepanovich sincerely loved this poor Shatov.

I loved? Are you serious?

Yes, and even tried to save him.

I once became an unwitting witness

his direct appeal to my spouse for the purpose of "protege of the Shatov",

to protect this Shatov from troubles.

"I hope Pyotr Stepanovich does not know about this yet?"

"And who is he to be afraid of?"

Do not be afraid. We should cherish our youth.

I now act kindly and hold them on the edge.

Everyone screams that they are Communists, but in my opinion, we must spare them

and cherish them. Yes, only we have our beneficial influence

and caress - yes, yes, it is caress - we can keep them from the abyss.

Of course, this is an idea, but if we fondle them,

they also know what they can do.

Here is this ugly case with the mouse...

I have gloomy forebodings.

"I caught you, secretive town governor."

"Leave it, sir, leave it."

Why so? You are angry?

"I must tell you, my dear sir,"

that I will not tolerate your familiarity at all.

"And yet you are angry." Be silent.

Be silent at last. And do not you dare!

Here, again found in the factory. You still do not know anything.

"I'll teach you these pamphlets as many as you like." Yes, an ax.

Here that very... You really excuse me, Andrei Antonovich,

but in one line of such a proclamation it makes more sense,

than in any of your offices.

"But there's an invitation to destroy the churches."

"You are an intelligent person and, of course, you do not believe in yourself,"

but you understand that faith is needed to make people fool.

It's early for us. Early!

We are not your enemies, no.

We tell you - go ahead.

Progress, loosen the old, subject to rework.

But we will keep you within reasonable limits, when necessary.

"You are a soft person, Andrei Antonovich."

Here it would be necessary in an old fashion.

"What do you mean, old-fashioned?"

At the factory, when there was cholera, we cleaned everything.

I told them myself. A Shpiguliny factory

all the same shut down, and between workers a riot.

"A riot?" To pereporot them all.

And it's the end. "Riot is nonsense."

I'm not that soft.

"It's all to the devil." I came to tell you a serious thing,

business is important for me. I came to ask you to save

one man. In the name of his youth, in the name of your humanity.

And for whom are you asking? "It's... Damn it, but..."

It's not my fault that I believe in you.

Understand that when I tell you his name, I betray him to you.

Because I betray, do not you?

And how can I guess if you do not dare to express it?

Always here cut this with your logic.

Damn... This is Shatov.

- That's all for you. - Shatov?

Is he the author? No, Shatov is a student,

which Stavrogin slapped. Please, save him, understand?

"So he's guilty of proclamations?"

"Listen, you give Shatov to me,"

and there the devil take them all the rest, a miserable little group.

I guess a man is five-seven, nine-ten...

I follow them myself, from myself.

We need six more days. If you want to achieve some result,

do not stir them for another six days.

And stir earlier - the nest will be shattered.

And most importantly, not a half-slice of Julia Mikhailovna.

Secret. Are you Julia Mikhailovna

did not open anything? Yes, save me and have mercy,

I appreciate her friendship and highly respect her.

There it is all, because she wants to surprise Petersburg from here.

Yes. "No, it's too hot." Here."

"Yes, there are several of them in this... fugues."

Here, it's fugues.

Let her be a brilliant woman, but she will frighten the sparrows.

Yes, frighten.

"Pyotr Stepanovich!"

What are you, - Pyotr Stepanovich,

you read the "Apocalypse"? What?

Funny book. Soon the end of the world,

that's how it says. What are you doing?

Where are you supposed to be, huh?

I have refrained.

And I'd have a passport. Without a release, you know...

"If you do it, you will have money and a passport."

Here you go. Once again I shall see. I will suffocate.

Stranglehold is for our part.

And try to end the world.

After all, as there is about us written.

It is you? You?

If it were not for the word you gave, you would stop believing.

Welcome.

Here, please see.

Sobriety, solitude and poverty.

I have an angle and six days feel the welfare of conscience.

Even the walls smell of resin, resembling nature.

Mary Timofeevna... "Here, here."

As soon as I found out, I immediately made a toilet.

Now sits in cards guessing.

How cruelly I was treated by Pyotr Stepanovich.

That's enough. All shouting about family shame?

What a shame for you that your sister

in a legal marriage with Stavrogin?

"So marriage is a mess, a fateful mystery."

"The other day, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow,."

I intend to make my marriage known to both the police and society.

How? She's crazy!

And what about your parent? It's none of your business.

And does not apply to you. Wait!

How - not my business? How - does not apply? And what about me?

The main thing is me.

Will you throw me off like an old worn boot?

I'll think about it. Let go.

Yes of course. Do not order, I'll stand on the porch,

as if not to overhear something accidentally.

This business.

"Did I frighten you, Marya Timofyevna?"

Hello, prince.

"You must have seen a bad dream?"

"How did you know that I had a dream about this?"

Sit down, please, here.

Do not look at me,

While I myself do not ask for it.

Listen to this.

I thought for a long time and clearly see that I'm not suitable for you as a wife.

I'll be able to dress up, I'll probably be able to take, too,

but what kind of family are they?

Of course, the countess requires only spiritual qualities

and, perhaps, a little bit of secular coquetry,

to be able to accept foreign travelers.

But still then, on Sunday, they looked at me somehow

hopelessly. One Dasha is an angel.

"You are offended by them, Marya Timofyevna?"

Who am I?

I looked at you all then:

All of you are angry, you all quarreled,

They will converge - and they do not know how to laugh at the souls.

So much wealth and so little fun! Well they have the ceilings painted.

Strange is all.

Oh... Dreams are not good.

And dreams are not good because you came.

Are you angry? Are you afraid that I have ceased to love you?

"I'm afraid myself, if only I can not stop loving someone."

I must be guilty before something very big,

but I do not know what is to blame.

Again, he could not contact such people.

Surely he also changed?

Listen to you: You heard about Grishka Otrepiev,

that on the seven cathedrals was cursed?

But however, turn around.

I want to make sure for the last time.

"What's the matter, Marya Timofeevna?"

"Arise and enter, prince."

"How, come in?" Where will I go? "I've waited all these five years,

how he will enter. Get up, go out that door, to that room.

And I'll sit here. I will sit as if I do not notice anything,

I'll take a book in my hands.

And suddenly you will enter after five years of travel.

I really want to see how it will be. Enough!

Marya Timofeevna, do a favor, gather, if, of course, you can,

all your attention! Not really because you are crazy!

Tomorrow I declare our marriage.

Do you want to live with me, but only very far from here?

In the mountains of Switzerland there is one place. Do you want, we will not spend our whole life

with you to talk. If you want, I will read to you. We will guess by cards.

I will listen to your novels, as it was then in Petersburg, but only in this way -

all life in one place.

And the place is sullen. Want to? Decide?

Am I going to sit on the mountain for 40 years?

I will not go for anything. "Even with me?"

And what are you, that I'm traveling with you?

40 years with him on the mountain sit - Ish, drove up.

This is not my prince.

"Why do you call me a prince?"

How? Are not you a prince?

"I've never been to them."

Lord.

He expected everything from enemies, but never without such insolence.

Is he alive? Did you kill him or not? Admit it.

- For whom do you take me?! - Who knows who you are?

And where did you come from? No, brother, you're a bad actor, worse than Lebyadkin.

I can see right through you all, I understand everyone.

Looks like you are very similar, only mine - a clear falcon and a prince,

and you are an owl and a merchant.

How did you lift me up when I fell, like a worm.

He climbed into my heart. Not he, I think, not he. Would not be ashamed

my falcon is never clear to me before a high society lady...

My falcon flies somewhere in the mountains, looks out in the sun.

Tell me, impostor, did you take a lot? Did he agree dearly?

I would not give a penny.

Away, impostor! I'm my prince's wife, I'm not afraid of your knife.

"The knife?" - Yes. Knife. You have a knife in your pocket.

You thought I was asleep, and I saw.

When he came in, he took out his knife from his pocket.

"Nikolay Vsevolodovich!" Aah! Grishka! Refuse!

Anathema!

Knife, knife...

You, Fedka-convict. Baptized by Fedor Fedorovich.

"What did Pyotr Stepanovich promise me from you?"

"It's not that they promised." They said that your favor can be useful.

Listen to me, Fyodor, I'm used to my words understood

the first time. Henceforth, do not meet me anywhere.

But you will not obey, I'll tie you up - and to the police.

Take it away, take it away, put it away, hide the knife, hide it now.

Truth be told, did you steal the church here somewhere?

I have something? Pray first at first, sir.

"The guard stabbed." So they cleaned it together.

Only a dispute has come out of us, to whom the bag is to be dragged.

Sinned, relieved him a little.

- Cut still, steal more. - I do not know, believe,

Captain Lebyadkin sometimes has a wide open door, until the very morning is not locked.

And he is sleeping dead drunk. Of all the pockets, money is poured directly onto the floor.

"What did not you kill?" "I'll take out one hundred and fifty rubles already."

And after begging, I'll take a half thousand.

So I entrust all my hopes to Your Excellency.

So three rubles, Your Excellency. Do you deign al?

Eh, eh...

Eh, eh, eh.

It is true that at the request of Verkhovensky you transported Lebyadkin

from Filippov's house in Zarechye?

- It's true, sir. I followed his instructions. - Still, why was it necessary

Peter Stepanovich send them out of the city center in such a wilderness?

I do not know, I followed his instructions, I was a simple soldier and a private soldier,

so to speak, a blind implement. "Was Stavrogin aware of this?"

I do not know. They did not tell me.

August of the sixth day in a charred house, third from right along Malaya Street

in the District found two corpses: A man of about forty and a woman.

The rooms were filled with blood. The man was cut throat,

on the corpse of a woman, multiple stab wounds were found.

Neighbors identified the brother and sister of Lebyadkin in them.

They say that Fedka-convict killed them because of money.

"And you believe that?"

"I, sir, have not believed anyone for a long time."

A-ah!

"This poor captain was reprimanded before the system

from the authorities, and could not stand up, took offense, rushed to the commander, bitten his shoulder."

People, but what are you standing for? Do something, Lord!

"Liputin, what's wrong with him?" "Moleshotka and Vogt read it,

- Here and believed. - Let!

Let your god punish me! Let!

"Where should you punish more?"

Searched captain.

People, go! Break off!

They parted.

Calm down, Captain. Freedom! Equality!

There are no captains! Come on.

"There are no lieutenants!" No marshals! The bishops are abolished!

Yes! Abolished!

"We will please the saint."

Chsh-sh-sh.

Nice ball. You, however, care about your health?

This is a gift. Stavrogin in Switzerland gave. Throw-catch.

Strengthens the back. "I came to remind you of the arrangement."

You have long ago laid down your life. There was such an idea.

Only there is no and there was no agreement. And there was my one will, and now my will is one.

I agree, I agree, let the will, but only if this will has not changed.

I.e? If you get drunk, and they look for the guilty,

but I suddenly shoot myself, then leave a letter that it's me.

Yes, but remember, you promised that when you compose

dying letter, then not otherwise than with me.

"I did not commit to it, but I agreed, because I do not care."

"And you were in America, however?" "Three years ago."

They wanted to try the life of an American worker.

Then I could barely get my legs out of America.

I understand, I understand, America. Have you got Fedka?

- I have. - It's good. I'll get him out soon,

do not worry. I do not care. He only spends the night.

I read it to him at night, and tea. Listened very much, all night.

"So you turn it into the Christian faith."

"He's already a Christian faith." Do not worry, it will.

And who do you want to kill?

You know, give me your ball? Why should you? I will pay.

"Take this."

- That's a failure. Seriously ill? - No, my head is not enough. Why did you come?

Okay, to the point. Tomorrow, under the guise of the birthday of Virginia, they will gather from him

all ours. I will come with Nikolai Stavrogin. There we finally decide,

how do you leave the Society.

Now, it seems, they agree, so, of course, that you will surrender the printing house,

machine and letters. Then go to yourself on all four sides.

"I do not accept any obligation to tell the devil who knows the report."

Nobody can let me go, you hear?

"Not really." Much was entrusted to you.

I wonder what you can do with me?

"You will be noted, and at the first success of the revolution they will hang."

This is when you seize the supreme power and conquer Russia, right?

And you do not laugh. Is not it better to leave friendly?

"Will Stavrogin be here?" It will be, by all means.

I will come. And you get out.

I'm no longer able to stay with you in the same room.

It's not me! I say, it's not my thing, my dear. Painfully!

Let go! I'll go myself! It's not my thing, my dear, it's not mine, I'm telling you.

Abolished... "I would not take this abomination into my hands."

"What was it?" Yes, my aunt is naked.

A-ah! Ah-ah-ah! ..

Mauritius Nikolaevich asks to receive, sir.

"If you can, then marry Elizaveta Nikolaevna."

A...

If I'm not mistaken, Elizaveta Nikolaevna is already engaged to you.

Engaged and engaged. "Did you... quarrel?"

No. She loves me and respects me "- her words."

But know, if she will stand under the crown and you call her,

she will leave me and go to you. "From under the crown?"

And after the crown.

I'll tell you the truth: I'm married.

It's no longer possible to marry me.

If after such a confession you do not leave Elizaveta Nikolaevna, I...

I'll kill you with a stick, like a dog under a fence.

And you overheard.

Oh, wait, I promised you something. And, yes, yes, to "our".

Now as it is impossible more by the way. To "our"!

All this is material that needs to be organized.

There are only five members of the circle. The rest are waiting.

They spy on each other and they transfer me, that's why they're tied up.

"No, I'll tell you, there's one better thing."

Encourage the four members of the mug to bark off the fifth,

that he will report, and you will immediately spill them with blood as a knot.

They will become your slaves, they will not dare to riot and ask for reports. A?

Handsome, Stavrogin. Do you know that you are handsome?

And so?

Oh, great!

"Where did they come from?" "But who knows?" Pribludnye.

The owner has been looking for a week. Hey, you, on meat you soon. For meat!

So, we are founding members from abroad.

The main thing is to compose a face, more gloominess, and only.

Nothing else is needed, it's a very simple thing.

Gentlemen, animal-magnetic theory says that the entire surface

the human body emits some energy fluid.

And this fluid in some cases is released all at once,

and then there is a spiritual knock. And this is a phenomenon of the energy of dead people.

Vulgar mysticism. You are a child, you have accumulated nonsense.

Go home better to your mother. "I would ask you."

"It's true, brother, until all the money is lost."

"These are my personal tools, sir!" And it does not concern you. It's my business.

"He himself sobbed yesterday that he had drunk his dowry."

"It's none of your business." "Right, go home, Sashka."

"It's none of your business!" "My God, be quiet." I ask, quietly.

Ladies and gentlemen, Nikolay Vsevolodovich Stavrogin.

You already know about it. "Tea?"

Yes, of course. Who is asking guests about this?

"I wanted to tell the congregation about the suffering and protest of the students."

"Gentlemen, if anyone wants to start about something more coming to the point,"

then I propose to proceed without wasting time.

- I'm not talking. Sorry. - I would like to know,

do we compose here any meeting

or are we just a collection of ordinary mortals?

I propose to vote on the topic of the meeting, or not. - Yes.

"I completely support the proposal." "So, to the voices."

Lyamshin, please sit down at the piano.

"I assure you, Arina Prokhorovna, nobody overhears."

"Warning is always necessary." Sit down.

To those who wish that there should be a meeting,

I suggest lifting your right hand.

- I did not get anything. - And I.

Gentlemen, I suppose everything is for the meeting?

"But it's a decent nonsense. "Why nonsense?"

"You see, gentlemen, I understand that you are bored here in the small town."

I arrived here with messages and therefore I ask all the respectable company

directly and simply state that you are more fun -

Is the turtle running in a swamp or on all pairs through a swamp?

- I am determined for the course in pairs. - And me too.

In the choice, of course, there is no doubt.

"Lord, judge, however: Is it true that you are all ready?"

"And what are your powers to ask us such questions?"

After all, I did not think that about such, almost innocent things

one must speak face to face. Or are you afraid of denunciation?

Really, gentlemen, can there be an informer between us?

And if this were so, then all the more I compromised myself.

So I will propose to answer one question.

- What question? - If each of us

knew about the deliberate political murder, would he go?

The answer to the question will tell us clearly whether to disperse to us or stay together,

and far from this evening alone.

Let me turn to you first.

"I've never been an agent of the secret police, sir."

"Do yourself a favor, or rather, Yes or no? Did they bring it or not?

"Of course I will not." "Let me turn to you."

"You know me." I did not. "And you, Mr. Erkel?"

It's a vain question.

"And where does this gentleman go?" "Shatov, where are you going?"

"Shatov, it's unprofitable for you."

"But it's profitable for you, like a spy and a scoundrel."

- Here it is, try some, it came in handy. - Useful.

- Is it too late? - Who is Shatov? Suddenly will report?

If the informer, he would pretend. And he spit and went out.

And here Stavrogin gets up. Stavrogin did not answer the question either.

"Mr. Stavrogin, allow me." And I do not see the need to answer.

"We compromised ourselves, and you did not."

"And what's it to me that you compromised yourself?"

How - what business?

"Allow me, gentlemen, allow me, but then, too, Mr. Verkhovensky"

did not answer the question.

No, this devil knows what already.

"What are you doing to me?" What are you doing to me?!

"You need Shatov blood, you want to make up your ointment with this ointment?"

Only know: I will not give you Shatov. - Are not you the recipe for this ointment?

Suggested yourself, eh? Really forgotten, eh?

What are you carrying? What are you carrying? What recipe?!

"Nikolay Vsevolodovich!" Nikolai Vsevolodovich, make up your mind!

Make it up, Nikolai Vsevolodovich! Stavrogin, you are handsome. You are my idol.

You do not insult anyone, and everyone hates you.

You keep to it all steadily, and all of you are afraid. It's good.

You are a terrible aristocrat. An aristocrat, when he goes to democracy, is charming.

You do not mean sacrificing your life or yours.

You are exactly what you need.

You are the leader, you are the sun, and I am your worm.

Fooled! "Maybe I'm flabbergaking, maybe I'm cracking!"

But you... You need me. Without you, I'm null.

You are my better half. Without you I'm a fly, an idea in a bottle,

Columbus without America. Yes, what am I to you, at last! Heck!

"We will penetrate the very people." Our are not only those who cut and burn,

yes make classic shots or bite.

I do not understand anything without discipline.

The teacher, laughing with the children over their god and over their cradle, is already ours.

An advocate who defends an educated, rich murderer is already ours.

Students who kill a man to experience the feeling, our, our!

Administrators, writers... Oh, there are a lot of ours, terribly many.

They do not even know that. Now everyone has his own mind.

The Russian god gave in before the "cheap". The people are drunk, mothers are drunk, children are drunk,

the churches are empty. Give it to the generation. Give rise to the generation!

One or two generations of debauchery is necessary. The debauchery of the unheard of,

petty, when a person turns into a nasty, cowardly, cruel,

selfish obscenities, that's what you need. "Listen, who are you?"

Who am I? I'll tell you now who I am. To that I lead.

Not without reason did you kiss the pen. We will fire,

we will set up legends, we will proclaim destruction.

Raskachka this will go, which the world has not yet seen.

Russia will become obscured, the earth will weep for the old gods. Then we'll let...

Whom? "Whom?"

Ivan Tsarevich. "Whom?"

- Ivan the prince; You, you! - Pretender.

Yes, we will say that he is hiding. He is, but no one has seen him,

he is hiding. Oh, what a legend can be allowed! No, the main thing is the legend.

Proud as a god, he does not seek anything for himself,

with the halo of the victim lurking.

"Have you seriously counted on me, have you?"

"Why? .. Do not you want to?" Are you afraid?

But that's why I grabbed for you, that you are not afraid of anything.

Listen, I have no money for you; Tomorrow I will end with Marya Timofeevna...

Without money, and tomorrow I will bring you Lisa. Do you want Lisa tomorrow?

What for? "You're lying!"

Trashy, lascivious, broken bitch!

I do not believe you have a wolfish appetite. Well, I can not refuse from you!

I invented you myself! Looking at you! Stavrogin!

I give you a day. Well, two or three. More than three can not.

And there - your answer.