The Possessed (The Devils) - The Original Classic Edition. Dostoyevsky Fyodor

haste. "I understand that, if as you say you have lived so long abroad, cutting yourself off from people for objects of your own and forgetting Rus-sia, you must inevitably look with wonder on us who are Russians to the backbone, and we must feel the same about you. Mais cela passera. I'm only puzzled at one thing: you want to build our bridge and at the same time you declare that you hold with the principle of universal destruction. They won't let you build our bridge."

       "What! What's that you said? Ach, I say!" Kirillov cried, much struck, and he suddenly broke into the most frank and good-hu- moured laughter. For a moment his face took a quite childlike expression, which I thought suited him particularly. Liputin rubbed his hand with delight at Stepan Trofimovitch's witty remark. I kept wondering to myself why Stepan Trofimovitch was so frightened of Liputin, and why he had cried out "I am lost" when he heard him coming.

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       We were all standing in the doorway. It was the moment when hosts and guests hurriedly exchange the last and most cordial words,

       and then part to their mutual gratification.

       "The reason he's so cross to-day," Liputin dropped all at once, as it were casually, when he was just going out of the room, "is because he had a disturbance to-day with Captain Lebyadkin over his sister. Captain Lebyadkin thrashes that precious sister of his, the mad girl, every day with a whip, a real Cossack whip, every morning and evening. So Alexey Nilitch has positively taken the lodge so as not to be present. Well, good-bye."

       "A sister? An invalid? With a whip?" Stepan Trofimovitch cried out, as though he had suddenly been lashed with a whip himself. "What sister? What Lebyadkin?" All his former terror came back in an instant. "Lebyadkin! Oh, that's the retired captain; he used only to call himself a lieutenant before...."

       "Oh, what is his rank to me? What sister? Good heavens!... You say Lebyadkin? But there used to be a Lebyadkin here...." "That's the very man. 'Our' Lebyadkin, at Virginsky's, you remember?"

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       "But he was caught with forged papers?"

       "Well, now he's come back. He's been here almost three weeks and under the most peculiar circumstances." "Why, but he's a scoundrel?"

       "As though no one could be a scoundrel among us," Liputin grinned suddenly, his knavish little eyes seeming to peer into Stepan

       Trofimovitch's soul.

       "Good heavens! I didn't mean that at all... though I quite agree with you about that, with you particularly. But what then, what then?

       What did you mean by that? You certainly meant something by that."

       "Why, it's all so trivial.... This captain to all appearances went away from us at that time; not because of the forged papers, but simply to look for his sister, who was in hiding from him somewhere, it seems; well, and now he's brought her and that's the whole story. Why do you seem frightened, Stepan Trofimovitch? I only tell this from his drunken chatter though, he doesn't speak of it himself when he's sober. He's an irritable man, and, so to speak, aesthetic in a military style; only he has bad taste. And this sister is lame as well as mad. She seems to have been seduced by some one, and Mr. Lebyadkin has, it seems, for many years received a yearly grant from the seducer by way of compensation for the wound to his honour, so it would seem at least from his chatter, though I believe it's only drunken talk. It's simply his brag. Besides, that sort of thing is done much cheaper. But that he has a sum of money is perfectly certain. Ten days ago he was walking barefoot, and now I've seen hundreds in his hands. His sister has fits of some sort every day, she shrieks and he 'keeps her in order' with the whip. You must inspire a woman with respect, he says. What I can't understand

       is how Shatov goes on living above him. Alexey Nilitch has only been three days with them. They were acquainted in Petersburg, and

       now he's taken the lodge to get away from the disturbance."

       "Is this all true?" said Stepan Trofimovitch, addressing the engineer.

       "You do gossip a lot, Liputin," the latter muttered wrathfully.

       "Mysteries, secrets! Where have all these mysteries and secrets among us sprung from?" Stepan Trofimovitch could not refrain from

       exclaiming.

       The engineer frowned, flushed red, shrugged his shoulders and went out of the room.

       "Alexey Nilitch positively snatched the whip out of his hand, broke it and threw it out of the window, and they had a violent quarrel," added Liputin.

       "Why are you chattering, Liputin; it's stupid. What for?" Alexey Nilitch turned again instantly.

       "Why be so modest and conceal the generous impulses of one's soul; that is, of your soul? I'm not speaking of my own."

       "How stupid it is... and quite unnecessary. Lebyadkin's stupid and quite worthless--and no use to the cause, and... utterly mischievous. Why do you keep babbling all sorts of things? I'm going."

       "Oh, what a pity!" cried Liputin with a candid smile, "or I'd have amused you with another little story, Stepan Trofimovitch. I came, indeed, on purpose to tell you, though I dare say you've heard it already. Well, till another time, Alexey Nilitch is in such a hurry. Good-bye for the present. The story concerns Varvara Petrovna. She amused me the day before yesterday; she sent for me on purpose. It's simply killing. Good-bye."

       But at this Stepan Trofimovitch absolutely would not let him go. He seized him by the shoulders, turned him sharply back into the

       room, and sat him down in a chair. Liputin was positively scared.

       "Why, to be sure," he began, looking warily at Stepan Trofimovitch from his chair, "she suddenly sent for me and asked me 'confidentially' my private opinion, whether Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch is mad or in his right mind. Isn't that astonishing?"

       "You're out of your mind!" muttered Stepan Trofimovitch, and suddenly, as though he were beside himself: "Liputin, you know

       perfectly well that you only came here to tell me something insulting of that sort and... something worse!"

       In a flash, I recalled his conjecture that Liputin knew not only more than we did about our affair, but something else which we

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       should never know.

       "Upon my word, Stepan Trofimovitch," muttered Liputin, seeming greatly alarmed, "upon my word..."

       "Hold your tongue and begin! I beg you, Mr. Kirillov, to come back too, and be present. I earnestly beg you! Sit down, and you, Liputin, begin directly, simply and without any excuses."

       "If I had only known it would upset you so much I wouldn't have begun at all. And of course I thought you knew all about it from

       Varvara Petrovna herself."

       "You didn't think that at all. Begin, begin, I tell you."

       "Only do me the favour to sit down yourself, or how can I sit here when you are running about before me in such excitement. I can't speak coherently."

       Stepan Trofimovitch restrained himself and sank impressively into an easy chair. The engineer stared gloomily at the floor. Liputin

       looked at them with intense enjoyment,

       "How am I to begin?... I'm too overwhelmed...." VI

       The day before yesterday a servant was suddenly sent to me: 'You are asked to call at twelve o'clock,' said he. Can you fancy such a thing? I threw aside my work, and precisely at midday yesterday I was ringing at the bell. I was let into the drawing room; I waited

       a minute--she came in; she made me sit down and sat down herself, opposite. I sat down, and I couldn't believe it; you know how she has always treated me. She began at once without beating about the bush, you know her way. 'You remember,' she said, 'that four years ago when Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch was ill he did some strange things which made all the town wonder till the position was explained. One of those actions concerned you personally. When Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch recovered he went at my request to

       call on you. I know that he talked to you several times before, too. Tell me openly and candidly what you... (she faltered a little at this point) what you thought of Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch then...