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The men were more interested in the contest between the prosecutor and the famous Fetyukovitch. All were wondering and asking themselves what could even a talent like Fetyukovitch’s make of such a desperate case; and so they followed his achievements, step by step, with concentrated attention. But Fetyukovitch remained an enigma to all up to the very end, up to his speech.
“And you clearly, confidently remember that he struck himself just on this part of the breast?” Fetyukovitch asked eagerly. “Clearly and confidently, for I thought at the time, ‘Why does he strike himself up there when the heart is lower down?’ and the thought seemed stupid to me at the time ... I remember its seeming stupid ... it flashed through my mind.
The President intervened, but Fetyukovitch declared he had no more questions to ask of the witness. Mr. Rakitin left the witness-box not absolutely without a stain upon his character.
Ippolit was thinking of him, I know he was. He was talking about that last week.” “Not an easy job.” “Not an easy job? Why not?” “Why, we’d shut up Kronstadt and not let them have any corn. Where would they get it?” “In America. They get it from America now.” “Nonsense!” But the bell rang, all rushed to their places. Fetyukovitch mounted the tribune. An Argument That Cuts Both Ways
Fetyukovitch felt that now the charge of theft, at least, was as good as disproved. “The case” was thrown into quite a different light. There was a wave of sympathy for Mitya. As for him.... I was told that once or twice, while Katerina Ivanovna was giving her evidence, he jumped up from his seat, sank back again, and hid his face in his hands.
Something about ‘They have Hamlets, but we have, so far, only Karamazovs!’ That was cleverly said!” “That was to propitiate the liberals. He is afraid of them.” “Yes, and he is afraid of the lawyer, too.” “Yes, what will Fetyukovitch say?” “Whatever he says, he won’t get round our peasants.” “Don’t you think so?”
“I am a servant,” Grigory said suddenly, in a loud and distinct voice. “If my betters think fit to make game of me, it is my duty to suffer it.” Fetyukovitch was a little taken aback, and the President intervened, reminding him that he must ask more relevant questions. Fetyukovitch bowed with dignity and said that he had no more questions to ask of the witness.
It was to break down this terrible chain of facts, and to show that each piece of evidence taken separately was unproved and fantastic, that I undertook the case.” So Fetyukovitch began. “Gentlemen of the jury,” he suddenly protested, “I am new to this district. I have no preconceived ideas. The prisoner, a man of turbulent and unbridled temper, has not insulted me.
When Fetyukovitch had to cross-examine him, he scarcely tried to refute his evidence, but began asking him about an incident at the first carousal at Mokroe, a month before the arrest, when Timofey and another peasant called Akim had picked up on the floor in the passage a hundred roubles dropped by Mitya when he was drunk, and had given them to Trifon Borissovitch and received a rouble each from him for doing so. “Well,” asked the lawyer, “did you give that hundred roubles back to Mr.
“A glass and a half of neat spirit—is not at all bad, don’t you think? You might see the gates of heaven open, not only the door into the garden?” Grigory remained silent. There was another laugh in the court. The President made a movement. “Do you know for a fact,” Fetyukovitch persisted, “whether you were awake or not when you saw the open door?” “I was on my legs.” “I don’t know.”
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