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The effects of the glass she had just drunk were apparent. Mitya was terribly alarmed. “Panovie, forgive me! It was my fault, I’m sorry. Vrublevsky, panie Vrublevsky, I’m sorry.” “Hold your tongue, you, anyway! Sit down, you stupid!” Grushenka scolded with angry annoyance. Every one sat down, all were silent, looking at one another.
Take your cards. Make the bank.” “We’ll have cards from the landlord, panie,” said the little Pole, gravely and emphatically. “That’s much the best way,” chimed in Pan Vrublevsky. “From the landlord? Very good, I understand, let’s get them from him. Cards!” Mitya shouted to the landlord.
It used to seem rather amusing in the drinking scene in "The Brothers Karamazof," when the Pole Vrublevsky, in proposing the health of Russia, inserted the proviso: "To Russia, with the boundaries she had before 1772." But it is serious matter to-day. For Poland has not only reached most of the boundaries of 1772 but some of them she has even transgressed, and still she asks more.
The small man and Mitya sat down to this table, facing each other, while the huge Vrublevsky stood beside them, his hands behind his back. The Poles looked severe but were evidently inquisitive. “What can I do for you, panie?” lisped the little Pole. “Well, look here, panie, I won’t keep you long. There’s money for you,” he pulled out his notes. “Would you like three thousand?
The Poles had already sat down, and opened the pack. They looked much more amiable, almost cordial. The Pole on the sofa had lighted another pipe and was preparing to throw. He wore an air of solemnity. “To your places, gentlemen,” cried Pan Vrublevsky. “No, I’m not going to play any more,” observed Kalganov, “I’ve lost fifty roubles to them just now.”
Mitya observed hotly that he had not said that he would be sure to pay him the remainder next day in the town. But Pan Vrublevsky confirmed the statement, and Mitya, after thinking for a moment admitted, frowning, that it must have been as the Poles stated, that he had been excited at the time, and might indeed have said so. The prosecutor positively pounced on this piece of evidence.
His name was Mussyalovitch. Pan Vrublevsky turned out to be an uncertificated dentist.
Vrublevsky swung out after him, and Mitya followed, confused and crestfallen. He was afraid of Grushenka, afraid that the pan would at once raise an outcry. And so indeed he did. The Pole walked into the room and threw himself in a theatrical attitude before Grushenka. “Pani Agrippina, I have received a mortal insult!” he exclaimed.
All drank the toast except the Poles, and Grushenka tossed off her whole glass at once. The Poles did not touch theirs. “How’s this, panovie?” cried Mitya, “won’t you drink it?” Pan Vrublevsky took the glass, raised it and said with a resonant voice: “To Russia as she was before 1772.” “Come, that’s better!” cried the other Pole, and they both emptied their glasses at once.
Take it and go your way.” The Pole gazed open-eyed at Mitya, with a searching look. “Three thousand, panie?” He exchanged glances with Vrublevsky. “Three, panovie, three! Listen, panie, I see you’re a sensible man. Take three thousand and go to the devil, and Vrublevsky with you—d’you hear? But, at once, this very minute, and for ever. You understand that, panie, for ever.
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