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I am like the peasant girl, your excellency you know. How does it go? Ill stand up if I like, and I wont if I dont. They were trying to put on her sarafan to take her to church to be married, and she said, Ill stand up if I like, and I wont if I dont. Its in some book about the peasantry. What do you mean by that? the President asked severely. Why, this, Ivan suddenly pulled out a roll of notes. Heres the money the notes that lay in that envelope (he nodded towards the table on which lay the material evidence) for the sake of which our father was murdered. Where shall I put them? Mr. Superintendent, take them. The usher of the court took the whole roll and handed it to the President. How could this money have come into your possession if it is the same money? the President asked wonderingly. I got them from Smerdyakov, from the murderer, yesterday. I was with him just before he hanged himself. It was he, not my brother, killed our father. He murdered him and I incited him to do it Who doesnt desire his fathers death? Are you in your right mind? broke involuntarily from the President. I should think I am in my right mind in the same nasty mind as all of you as all these ugly faces. He turned suddenly to the audience. My father has been murdered and they pretend they are horrified, he snarled, with furious contempt. They keep up the sham with one another. Liars! They all desire the death of their fathers. One reptile devours another. If there hadnt been a murder, theyd have been angry and gone home ill-humoured. Its a spectacle they want! Panem et circenses. Though I am one to talk! Have you any water? Give me a drink for Christs sake! He suddenly clutched his head. The usher at once approached him. Alyosha jumped up and cried, He is ill. Dont believe him: he has brain fever. Katerina Ivanovna rose impulsively from her seat and, rigid with horror, gazed at Ivan. Mitya stood up and greedily looked at his brother and listened to him with a wild, strange smile. Dont disturb yourselves. I am not mad, I am only a murderer, Ivan began again. You cant expect eloquence from a murderer, he added suddenly for some reason and laughed a queer laugh. The prosecutor bent over to the President in obvious dismay. The two other judges communicated in agitated whispers. Fetyukovitch pricked up his ears as he listened: the hall was hushed in expectation. The President seemed suddenly to recollect himself. Witness, your words are incomprehensible and impossible here. Calm yourself, if you can, and tell your story if you really have something to tell. How can you confirm your statement if indeed you are not delirious? Thats just it. I have no proof. That cur Smerdyakov wont send you proofs from the other world in an envelope. You think of nothing but envelopesone is enough. Ive no witnesses except one, perhaps, he smiled thoughtfully. Who is your witness? He has a tail, your excellency, and that would be irregular! Le diable nexiste point! Dont pay attention: he is a paltry, pitiful devil, he added suddenly. He ceased laughing and spoke, as it were, confidentially. He is here somewhere, no doubtunder that table with the material evidence on it, perhaps. Where should he sit if not there? You see, listen to me. I told him I dont want to keep quiet, and he talked about the geological cataclysm idiocy! Come, release the monster hes been singing a hymn. Thats because his heart is light! Its like a drunken man in the street bawling how Vanka went to Petersburg, and I |
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