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It is, brother. Good-bye, peasant! Good-bye! There are all sorts of peasants, Kolya observed to Smurov, after a brief silence. How could I tell I had hit on a clever one. I am always ready to recognise intelligence in the peasantry. In the distance the cathedral clock struck half-past eleven. The boys made haste and they walked as far as Captain Snegiryovs lodging, a considerable distance, quickly and almost in silence. Twenty paces from the house Kolya stopped and told Smurov to go on ahead and ask Karamazov to come out to him. One must sniff round a bit first, he observed to Smurov. Why ask him to come out? Smurov protested. You go in; they will be awfully glad to see you. Whats the sense of making friends in the frost out here? I know why I want to see him out here in the frost, Kolya cut him short in the despotic tone he was fond of adopting with small boys, and Smurov ran to do his bidding. |
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