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Updated: May 10, 2025
Only cynics like Alexei doubt he doubts everything. And he cannot leave anything alone. He must smear everything with his dirty finger. But he must leave Russia alone... I tell him...." He broke off. "If Russia fails now," he spoke very quietly, "my life is over. I have nothing left. I will die." "Come, Nicolai Leontievitch," I said, "you mustn't let yourself go like that.
But I'm afraid of myself. I don't know what I may do. I have such strange dreams Why has Alexei come to stay with us?" "I don't know," I said. Then, thank God, we reached the church. It was only as we went up the steps that I realised that he had never once mentioned Vera.
His name was Alexei Petrovitch T . Whether he really had any Tartar blood in him it is impossible to say, but certainly his ancestors for one or two generations were all good orthodox Christians. His father had been a poor military surgeon in a marching regiment, and he himself had become at an early age a scribe in one of the bureaux of the district town.
You will be angry with me when you think that I am wrong, but then I can believe you. I know that you will tell me the truth." "Perhaps," I said slowly, "Alexei Petrovitch will not wish that I should be your friend!" "Alexei?" she said, laughing. "Oh, thank you very much, I shall choose my own friends. That will always be my affair."
"Whose ever it was he should be proud of it. To see thousands of people who've been hungry for months wandering about as I've seen them this morning and none of them touching a thing it's stupendous!" Semyonov smiled but said nothing. His smile irritated me. "Oh, of course you sneer at the whole thing, Alexei Petrovitch!" I said.
And at the same time would there recur to one's memory poems concerning the blind and the poor-in particular, the poem concerning Alexei the Man of God, and all the multitude of other fair, but unsubstantial, forms wherein Russia has embodied her sad and terrified soul, her humble and protesting grief. Yet it was a process to depress one almost to the point of distraction.
Alexei enjoyed the reputation of being very devout, and the cloister of which he was the head was known as the most thoroughly religious in the Empire. To this man the future of the Jewish lad was to be entrusted. When the holy man entered the library, both the Count and his wife crossed themselves reverently. "Your excellency has sent for me," said Alexei, slowly.
And neither master nor mistress suspected that, on Wednesday evening, the serfs, kept informed by Piotr, Alexei, and Másha of a little more than all, held solemn conclave in their own house at the back of the inner court-yard.
He's raging about, trying to find something that he can believe in, and Uncle Alexei knows that and plays on that.... He teases him; he drives him wild and then makes him happy again. He can do anything with him he pleases. He always could. But now he has some plan. I used to think that he simply laughed at people because it amused him to see how weak they can be. But now there's more than that.
I only thought.... But of course you wouldn't no no.... Well, as I was saying, you'd better leave us all to our fate. You can't prevent things you can't indeed." I looked at him without speaking. He returned my gaze. "Tell me one thing," I said, "before I answer you. What are you doing to Markovitch, Alexei Petrovitch?" "Markovitch!"
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