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And why does he come on the sly, at night, if he means to make it public himself? And if he's afraid, it means that he's afraid now, at this moment, for these few days.... Eh, don't make a mistake, Lebyadkin! "He scares me with Pyotr Stepanovitch. Oy, I'm frightened, I'm frightened! Yes, this is what's so frightening! And what induced me to blab to Liputin.
I shall begin, that may very well happen, but so far I've not begun, in a real sense." Lebyadkin started and stared wildly at Pyotr Stepanovitch. "Pyotr Stepanovitch, I am just beginning to wake up." "H'm! And it's I who have waked you up?" "Yes, it's you who have waked me, Pyotr Stepanovitch; and I've been asleep for the last four years with a storm-cloud hanging over me.
"In the first place, you, Liputin, had a share in the intrigue yourself; and the second chief point is, you were ordered to get Lebyadkin away and given money to do it; and what did you do? If you'd got him away nothing would have happened." "But wasn't it you yourself who suggested the idea that it would be a good thing to set him on to read his verses?" "An idea is not a command.
'It's his character, I said to her, 'that I can't answer for. Lebyadkin said the same thing yesterday: 'A lot of harm has come to me from his character, he said. Stepan Trofimovitch, it's all very well for you to cry out about slander and spying, and at the very time observe that you wring it all out of me, and with such immense curiosity too.
Instead of laughing at her he began all at once treating Mile. Lebyadkin with sudden respect. I must add that Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch had rather a respect for this Kirillov. What do you suppose was the answer he gave him: 'You imagine, Mr. Kirillov, that I am laughing at her.
"You mean Lebyadkin? He's my footman. And I don't care whether he's here or not. I call to him: 'Lebyadkin, bring the water! 'or' Lebyadkin, bring my shoes! and he runs. Sometimes one does wrong and can't help laughing at him. "That's just how it is," said Shatov, addressing me aloud without ceremony. "She treats him just like a footman.
He does not conceal much from me. Mile. Lebyadkin, who was thrown in the way of meeting Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch very often, at one time, was fascinated by his appearance. He was, so to say, a diamond set in the dirty background of her life. I am a poor hand at describing feelings, so I'll pass them over; but some of that dirty lot took to jeering at her once, and it made her sad.
Your name is Mile. Lebyadkin?" "No, my name's not Lebyadkin." "Then perhaps your brother's name is Lebyadkin?" "My brother's name is Lebyadkin." "This is what I'll do, I'll take you with me now, my dear, and you shall be driven from me to your family. Would you like to go with me?" "Ach, I should!" cried Mile. Lebyadkin, clasping her hands.
"You are simply lying, and it wasn't brought to you just now. You helped Lebyadkin to compose it yourself, yesterday very likely, to create a scandal. The last verse must have been yours, the part about the sexton too. Why did he come on in a dress-coat? You must have meant him to read it, too, if he had not been drunk?" Liputin looked at me coldly and ironically.
You may ask whom you like, they all have the same idea in their heads, though it never entered anyone's head before. 'Yes, they say, 'he's mad; he's very clever, but perhaps he's mad too." Stepan Trofimovitch sat pondering, and thought intently. "And how does Lebyadkin know?" "Do you mind inquiring about that of Alexey Nilitch, who has just called me a spy?
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