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This Korneplodov, after questioning him minutely, and inspecting the documents he was able to bring (Mitya alluded somewhat vaguely to these documents, and slurred over the subject with special haste) reported that they certainly might take proceedings concerning the village of Tchermashnya, which ought, he said, to have come to him, Mitya, from his mother, and so checkmate the old villain, his father because every door was not closed and justice might still find a loophole. In fact, he might reckon on an additional sum of six or even seven thousand roubles from Fyodor Pavlovitch, as Tchermashnya was worth, at least twenty-five thousand, he might say twenty-eight thousand, in fact, thirty, thirty, Kuzma Kuzmitch, and, would you believe it, I didnt get seventeen from that heartless man! So he, Mitya, had thrown the business up, for the time, knowing nothing about the law, but on coming here was struck dumb by a cross-claim made upon him (here Mitya went adrift again, and again took a flying leap forward), so will not you, excellent and honoured Kuzma Kuzmitch, be willing to take up all my claims against that unnatural monster, and pay me a sum down of only three thousand? You see, you cannot, in any case, lose over it. On my honour, my honour, I swear that. Quite the contrary, you may make six or seven thousand instead of three Above all, he wanted this concluded that very day. Ill do the business with you at a notarys, or whatever it is in fact, Im ready to do anything. Ill hand over all the deeds whatever you want, sign anything and we could draw up the agreement at once and if it were possible, if it were only possible, that very morning. You could pay me that three thousand, for there isnt a capitalist in this town to compare with you, and so would save me from would save me, in fact for a good, I might say an honourable, action. For I cherish the most honourable feelings for a certain person, whom you know well, and care for as a father. I would not have come, indeed, if it had not been as a father. And, indeed, its a struggle of three in this business, for its fatethats a fearful thing, Kuzma Kuzmitch! A tragedy, Kuzma Kuzmitch, a tragedy! And as youve dropped out long ago, its a tug-of-war between two. Im expressing it awkwardly, perhaps, but Im not a literary man. You see, Im on the one side, and that monster on the other. So you must choose. Its either I or the monster. It all lies in your handsthe fate of three lives, and the happiness of two. Excuse me, Im making a mess of it, but you understand I see from your venerable eyes that you understand and if you dont understand, Im done for so you see! Mitya broke off his clumsy speech with that, so you see! and jumping up from his seat, awaited the answer to his foolish proposal. At the last phrase he had suddenly become hopelessly aware that it had all fallen flat, above all, that he had been talking utter nonsense. How strange it is! On the way here it seemed all right, and now its nothing but nonsense. The idea suddenly dawned on his despairing mind. All the while he had been talking, the old man sat motionless, watching him with an icy expression in his eyes. After keeping him for a moment in suspense, Kuzma Kuzmitch pronounced at last, in the most positive and chilling tone: Excuse me, we dont undertake such business. Mitya suddenly felt his legs growing weak under him. What am I to do now, Kuzma Kuzmitch? he muttered, with a pale smile. I suppose its all up with mewhat do you think? Excuse me Mitya remained standing, staring motionless. He suddenly noticed a movement in the old mans face. He started. You see, sir, business of that sorts not in our line, said the old man slowly. Theres the court, and the lawyersits a perfect misery. But if you like, there is a man here you might apply to. |
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