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master, and you know, thats all thats needed for happiness. Stay listen, Alyosha, I always used to surprise your mother, but in a different way. I paid no attention to her at all, but all at once, when the minute came, Id be all devotion to her, crawl on my knees, kiss her feet, and I always, alwaysI remember it as though it were to-dayreduced her to that tinkling, quiet, nervous queer little laugh. It was peculiar to her. I knew her attacks always used to begin like that, the next day she would begin shrieking hysterically, and that this little laugh was not a sign of delight, but it made a very good counterfeit. Thats the great thing, to know how to take every one. Once Belyavskyhe was a handsome fellow, and richused to like to come here and hang about hersuddenly gave me a slap in the face in her presence. And shesuch a mild sheepwhy, I thought she would have knocked me down for that blow. How she set on me! Youre beaten, beaten now, she said. Youve taken a blow from him. You have been trying to sell me to him, she said. And how dared he strike you in my presence! Dont dare come near me again, never, never! Run at once, challenge him to a duel! I took her to the monastery then to bring her to her senses. The holy Fathers prayed her back to reason. But I swear, by God, Alyosha, I never insulted the poor crazy girl! Only once, perhaps, in the first year; then she was very fond of praying. She used to keep the feasts of Our Lady particularly and used to turn me out of her room then. Ill knock that mysticism out of her, thought I!Here, said I, you see your holy image. Here it is. Here I take it down. You believe its miraculous, but here, Ill spit on it directly and nothing will happen to me for it! When she saw it, good Lord! I thought she would kill me. But she only jumped up, wrung her hands, then suddenly hid her face in them, began trembling all over and fell on the floor fell all of a heap. Alyosha, Alyosha, whats the matter? The old man jumped up in alarm. From the time he had begun speaking about his mother, a change had gradually come over Alyoshas face. He flushed crimson, his eyes glowed, his lips quivered. The old sot had gone spluttering on, noticing nothing, till the moment when something very strange happened to Alyosha. Precisely what he was describing in the crazy woman was suddenly repeated with Alyosha. He jumped up from his seat exactly as his mother was said to have done, wrung his hands, hid his face in them, and fell back in his chair, shaking all over in an hysterical paroxysm of sudden violent, silent weeping. His extraordinary resemblance to his mother particularly impressed the old man. Ivan, Ivan! Water, quickly! Its like her, exactly as she used to be then, his mother. Spurt some water on him from your mouth, thats what I used to do to her. Hes upset about his mother, his mother, he muttered to Ivan. But she was my mother, too, I believe, his mother. Was she not? said Ivan, with uncontrolled anger and contempt. The old man shrank before his flashing eyes. But something very strange had happened, though only for a second; it seemed really to have escaped the old mans mind that Alyoshas mother actually was the mother of Ivan too. Your mother? he muttered, not understanding, What do you mean? What mother are you talking about? Was she? Why, damn it! of course she was yours too! Damn it! My mind has never been so darkened before. Excuse me, why, I was thinking Ivan He, he, he! He stopped. A broad, drunken, half senseless grin overspread his face. At that moment a fearful noise and clamour was heard in the hall, there were violent shouts, the door was flung open, and Dmitri burst into the room. The old man rushed to Ivan in terror. Hell kill me! Hell kill me! Dont let him get at me! he screamed, clinging to the skirt of Ivans coat. |
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