Why dont you say at once its a miracle?
Because it may be only chance.
Oh, thats the way with all you folk, laughed Svidrigailov. You wont admit it, even if you do inwardly believe it a miracle! Here you say that it may be only chance. And what cowards they all are here, about having an opinion of their own, you cant fancy, Rodion Romanovitch. I dont mean you, you have an opinion of your own and are not afraid to have it. Thats how it was you attracted my curiosity.
Well, thats enough, you know, Svidrigailov was obviously exhilarated, but only slightly so, he had not had more than half a glass of wine.
I fancy you came to see me before you knew that I was capable of having what you call an opinion of my own, observed Raskolnikov.
Oh, well, it was a different matter. everyone has his own plans. And apropos of the miracle let me tell you that I think you have been asleep for the last two or three days. I told you of this tavern myself, there is no miracle in your coming straight here. I explained the way myself, told you where it was, and the hours you could find me here. Do you remember?
I dont remember, answered Raskolnikov with surprise.
I believe you. I told you twice. The address has been stamped mechanically on your memory. You turned this way mechanically and yet precisely according to the direction, though you are not aware of it. When I told you then, I hardly hoped you understood me. You give yourself away too much, Rodion Romanovitch. And another thing, Im convinced there are lots of people in Petersburg who talk to themselves as they walk. This is a town of crazy people. If only we had scientific men, doctors, lawyers and philosophers might make most valuable investigations in Petersburg each in his own line. There are few places where there are so many gloomy, strong and queer influences on the soul of man as in Petersburg. The mere influences of climate mean so much. And its the administrative centre of all Russia and its character must be reflected on the whole country. But that is neither here nor there now. The point is that I have several times watched you. You walk out of your householding your head hightwenty paces from home you let it sink, and fold your hands behind your back. You look and evidently see nothing before nor beside you. At last you begin moving your lips and talking to yourself, and sometimes you wave one hand and declaim, and at last stand still in the middle of the road. Thats not at all the thing. Someone may be watching you besides me, and it wont do you any good. Its nothing really to do with me and I cant cure you, but, of course, you understand me.
Do you know that I am being followed? asked Raskolnikov, looking inquisitively at him.
No, I know nothing about it, said Svidrigailov, seeming surprised.
Well, then, let us leave me alone, Raskolnikov muttered, frowning.
Very good, let us leave you alone.
You had better tell me, if you come here to drink, and directed me twice to come here to you, why did you hide, and try to get away just now when I looked at the window from the street? I saw it.
He-he! And why was it you lay on your sofa with closed eyes and pretended to be asleep, though you were wide awake while I stood in your doorway? I saw it.
I may have had reasons. You know that yourself.
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