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Updated: May 28, 2025
When Levin had changed his first hundred-rouble note to pay for liveries for his footmen and hall-porter he could not help reflecting that these liveries were of no use to anyone but they were indubitably necessary, to judge by the amazement of the princess and Kitty when he suggested that they might do without liveries, that these liveries would cost the wages of two laborers for the summer, that is, would pay for about three hundred working days from Easter to Ash Wednesday, and each a day of hard work from early morning to late evening and that hundred-rouble note did stick in his throat.
For all his pretended compassion for Mitya, Trifon Borissovitch had hidden half a dozen bottles of champagne on that last occasion, and had picked up a hundred-rouble note under the table, and it had remained in his clutches. “Trifon Borissovitch, I sent more than one thousand flying last time I was here. Do you remember?” “You did send it flying. I may well remember.
It happened once, when Fyodor Pavlovitch was drunk, that he dropped in the muddy courtyard three hundred-rouble notes which he had only just received. He only missed them next day, and was just hastening to search his pockets when he saw the notes lying on the table. Where had they come from? Smerdyakov had picked them up and brought them in the day before.
“If you fold a hundred-rouble note in half, that would be the size.” “You’d better show us the remains of it. You must have them somewhere.” “Damnation, what nonsense! I don’t know where they are.” “But excuse me: where and when did you take it off your neck? According to your own evidence you didn’t go home.”
It was his look that had caught her eyes. Nastasia rushed to him like a madwoman, and seized both his hands. "Save me!" she cried. "Take me away, anywhere you like, quick!" Rogojin seized her in his arms and almost carried her to the carriage. Then, in a flash, he tore a hundred-rouble note out of his pocket and held it to the coachman. "To the station, quick!
Godfrey had already given him money for the various purchases, and he now pressed a hundred-rouble note into his hand, and said: "Now, Mikail, you must take this from me; it is not a present to you, but to your brave wife. When you get out you will want to do your share towards making the house she has got for you comfortable.
There is a story that some German sent William I. a fur coat made of moleskins, and the Emperor ordered him to be reproved for having destroyed so great a number of useful animals. And yet the mole is not a bit less cruel than your little beast, and is very mischievous besides, as he spoils meadows terribly." Von Koren opened a box and took out a hundred-rouble note.
How did you manage to get here so quick? It’s marvelous, a dream!” “Mr. Perhotin informed us that when you came to him, you held in your hands ... your blood-stained hands ... your money ... a lot of money ... a bundle of hundred-rouble notes, and that his servant-boy saw it too.” “That’s true, gentlemen. I remember it was so.” “Now, there’s one little point presents itself.
They remembered that then, as now, he had had a bundle of hundred-rouble notes in his hand, and had scattered them at random, without bargaining, without reflecting, or caring to reflect what use so much wine and provisions would be to him.
Everyone saw it, several cried out. Pyotr Petrovitch stooped down, picked up the paper in two fingers, lifted it where all could see it and opened it. It was a hundred-rouble note folded in eight. Pyotr Petrovitch held up the note showing it to everyone. "Thief! Out of my lodging. Police, police!" yelled Amalia Ivanovna. "They must to Siberia be sent! Away!" Exclamations arose on all sides.
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