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Updated: May 26, 2025
Grigory Petrovitch is looked upon as the master as he was in old days, but in reality everything has passed into Aksinya's hands; she buys and sells, and nothing can be done without her consent.
'But how about Potiomkin? I once inquired. Alexey Sergeitch looked grave. 'Potiomkin, Grigory Alexandrovitch, was a statesman, a theologian, a pupil of Catherine's, her cherished creation, one must say.... But enough of that, little sir! Alexey Sergeitch was a very devout man, and, though it was a great effort, he attended church regularly.
She could hear, too, Grigory and Vassily stepping cautiously about the drawing-room, putting the chairs back in their places; it seemed to Olga Mihalovna that she could not go to sleep, nor be comfortable till those sounds were hushed. And again she turned over on the other side impatiently. She heard her husband's voice in the drawing-room.
Fyodor slapped the customer on the shoulder and said to his brother: "Here, Alyosha, I must introduce our Tambov benefactor, Grigory Timofeitch. He might serve as an example for the young men of the day; he's passed his fiftieth birthday, and he has tiny children." The clerks laughed, and the customer, a lean old man with a pale face, laughed too.
He was watching Smerdyakov with great curiosity. “You’re anathema accursed, as it is,” Grigory suddenly burst out, “and how dare you argue, you rascal, after that, if—” “Don’t scold him, Grigory, don’t scold him,” Fyodor Pavlovitch cut him short. “You should wait, Grigory Vassilyevitch, if only a short time, and listen, for I haven’t finished all I had to say.
"I ought to be thinking of the burial, and I am on the way to the hospital.... It as is though I had gone crazy." Grigory turned round again, and again lashed his horse. The little nag strained its utmost and, with a snort, fell into a little trot.
The Headmaster of the National Schools, Actual State Councillor, Grigory Vladimirovitch Doulebov, had his eye on a higher position in the educational department. That was why he tried to gain favour by showing a meticulous attentiveness to his duties. His perseverance was astonishing. He never gave an impression of haste.
To murder his master a second time and carry off the money that had already been stolen? Gentlemen, are you laughing? I am ashamed to put forward such suggestions, but, incredible as it seems, that’s just what the prisoner alleges. When he had left the house, had knocked Grigory down and raised an alarm, he tells us Smerdyakov got up, went in and murdered his master and stole the money!
“ ‘Yes, but Grigory saw the door open and so the prisoner certainly was in the house, therefore he killed him.’ Now about that door, gentlemen of the jury.... Observe that we have only the statement of one witness as to that door, and he was at the time in such a condition, that— But supposing the door was open; supposing the prisoner has lied in denying it, from an instinct of self-defense, natural in his position; supposing he did go into the house—well, what then?
He would hold a piece on his fork to the light, scrutinize it microscopically, and only after long deliberation decide to put it in his mouth. “Ach! What fine gentlemen’s airs!” Grigory muttered, looking at him. When Fyodor Pavlovitch heard of this development in Smerdyakov he determined to make him his cook, and sent him to Moscow to be trained.
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