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Updated: July 6, 2025
We are not beasts, are we? She went on crying: 'You have ruined my chances in life! And I pitied her very much. 'It's nothing, I said; 'things will come all right. Or, I continued, 'you can go into a convent. And she began to insult me. 'You are a stupid fool, Mitia! a coward!" "Well, I'm blest!" exclaims Sergei, in a delighted whisper. "So you told her straight to go into a convent?"
"And, Mitia dear," she added to her nephew, despite the glum looks which he was throwing at her for having interrupted the logical thread of his deductions, "you had better let me poultice your cheek, or your teeth will begin to ache again." After that the reading was resumed.
The palate rejects it there, as it does haws and acorns, and demands a tamed one; for there you miss the November air, which is the sauce it is to be eaten with. Accordingly, when Tityrus, seeing the lengthening shadows, invites Melibaeus to go home and pass the night with him, he promises him mild apples and soft chestnuts, mitia poma, castaneae molles.
Sergei and Mitia stood as if rooted to their oars, but the expression on their faces could not be distinguished by those on the forward part of the raft. Silan glanced at Marka. She was cold. She leaned forward on her pole in a doubled-up attitude.
His mother was very kind, and hardly ever refused him anything. She would probably have helped him this time also out of his trouble, but she was in great anxiety: her younger child, Petia, a boy of two, had fallen ill. She got angry with Mitia for rushing so noisily into the nursery, and refused him almost without listening to what he had to say.
"It will look lovely in that frame, don't you think so?" said Mahin, turning to Mitia. "Have you no small change?" asked the shop-woman. "I am sorry, I have not. My father gave me that, so I have to cash it." "But surely you have one rouble twenty?" "I have only fifty kopeks in cash. But what are you afraid of? You don't think, I suppose, that we want to cheat you and give you bad money?"
He finds a wife for his son; he takes the son's wife away from him; and all's well! The old brute!" Mitia is silent, and looks astern up the river, where another wall of mist is formed.
Mitia muttered something to himself and turned to go. The mother felt sorry for him. "Wait, Mitia," she said; "I have not got the money you want now, but I will get it for you to-morrow." But Mitia was still raging against his father. "What is the use of having it to-morrow, when I want it to-day? I am going to see a friend. That is all I have got to say." He went out, banging the door. . . .
"What is it?" replies Mitia, without moving his gaze from the distance, where be seems with his big sad eyes to be searching for something. "How did it happen, mate? How did it happen?" "What?" answers Mitia, displeased. "How did you come to marry? What a queer set out! How was it? You brought your wife home! and then? Ha! ha! ha!" "What are you cackling about?
Mitia is in many respects like his father, but it is wonderful how we love him in the closing scenes; Ivan is the sceptic, whose final conviction that he is morally responsible for his father's murder shows his inability to escape from the domination of moral ideas; Alosha, the priestly third brother, has all the family force of character, but in him it finds its only outlet in love to God and love to man.
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