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I believe it, since you say so, but confound you, and your brother Ivan with you. Dont you understand that one might very well dislike him, apart from Katerina Ivanovna? And why the devil should I like him? He condescends to abuse me, you know. Why havent I a right to abuse him? I never heard of his saying anything about you, good or bad. He doesnt speak of you at all. But I heard that the day before yesterday at Katerina Ivanovnas he was abusing me for all he was worthyou see what an interest he takes in your humble servant. And which is the jealous one after that, brother, I cant say. He was so good as to express the opinion that, if I dont go in for the career of an archimandrite in the immediate future and dont become a monk I shall be sure to go to Petersburg and get on to some solid magazine as a reviewer, that I shall write for the next ten years, and in the end become the owner of the magazine, and bring it out on the liberal and atheistic side, with a socialistic tinge, with a tiny gloss of socialism, but keeping a sharp look-out all the time, that is, keeping in with both sides and hood-winking the fools. According to your brothers account, the tinge of socialism wont hinder me from laying by the proceeds and investing them under the guidance of some Jew, till at the end of my career I build a great house in Petersburg and move my publishing offices to it, and let out the upper storeys to lodgers. He has even chosen the place for it, near the new stone bridge across the Neva, which they say is to be built in Petersburg. Ah, Misha, thats just what will really happen, every word of it, cried Alyosha, unable to restrain a good- humoured smile. You are pleased to be sarcastic, too, Alexey Fyodorovitch. No,no, Im joking, forgive me. Ive something quite different in my mind. But, excuse me, who can have told you all this? You cant have been at Katerina Ivanovnas yourself when he was talking about you? I wasnt there, but Dmitri Fyodorovitch was; and I heard him tell it with my own ears; if you want to know, he didnt tell me, but I overheard him, unintentionally, of course, for I was sitting in Grushenkas bedroom and I couldnt go away because Dmitri Fyodorovitch was in the next room. Oh yes, Id forgotten she was a relation of yours. A relation! That Grushenka a relation of mine! cried Rakitin, turning crimson. Are you mad? Youre out of your mind! Why, isnt she a relation of yours? I heard so. Where can you have heard it? You Karamazovs brag of being an ancient, noble family, though your father used to run about playing the buffoon at other mens tables, and was only admitted to the kitchen as a favour. I may be only a priests son, and dirt in the eyes of noblemen like you, but dont insult me so lightly and wantonly. I have a sense of honour, too, Alexey Fyodorovitch, I couldnt be a relation of Grushenka, a common harlot. I beg you to understand that! Rakitin was intensely irritated. Forgive me, for goodness sake, I had no idea besides how can you call her a harlot? Is she that sort of woman? Alyosha flushed suddenly. I tell you again, I heard that she was a relation of yours. You often go to see her, and you told me yourself youre not her lover. I never dreamed that you of all people had such contempt for her! Does she really deserve it? I may have reasons of my own for visiting her. Thats not your business. But as for relationship, your brother, or even your father is more likely to make her yours, than mine. Well, here we are. Youd better go to the kitchen. Hullo! whats wrong, what is it? Are we late? They cant have finished dinner so soon! Have the Karamazovs been making trouble again? No doubt they have. Heres your father and your |
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