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Updated: June 23, 2025
"What do YOU think of when you go mooning about alone? I suppose you imagine yourself a field-marshal, and think you have conquered Napoleon?" "Well, I really have thought something of the sort now and then, especially when just dozing off," laughed the prince. "Only it is the Austrians whom I conquer not Napoleon." "I don't wish to joke with you, Lef Nicolaievitch. I shall see Hippolyte myself.
I how it reminded me of the irrevocable past Prince Muishkin, I believe?" "Exactly so." "General Ivolgin retired and unfortunate. May I ask your Christian and generic names?" "Lef Nicolaievitch." "So, so the son of my old, I may say my childhood's friend, Nicolai Petrovitch." "My father's name was Nicolai Lvovitch."
"Very happy to meet him, I'm sure," remarked the latter. "I remember Lef Nicolaievitch well. When General Epanchin introduced us just now, I recognized you at once, prince. You are very little changed, though I saw you last as a child of some ten or eleven years old. There was something in your features, I suppose, that " "You saw me as a child!" exclaimed the prince, with surprise.
The general now appeared on the verandah, coming from upstairs. He was on his way out, with an expression of determination on his face, and of preoccupation and worry also. "Ah! Lef Nicolaievitch, it's you, is it? Where are you off to now?" he asked, oblivious of the fact that the prince had not showed the least sign of moving. "Come along with me; I want to say a word or two to you."
But better ideas than that, ideas about poverty and wealth, no more kings, you know, nor police, but not your cheap Socialism that fellows like Boris Nicolaievitch shout about; no, real happiness, so that no one need work as I did for an old beast who didn't give you enough soup, and have to keep quiet, all the same and say nothing.
Rogojin stopped and looked at him; then reflected, and replied as though he had not heard the question: "Look here, Lef Nicolaievitch, you go straight on to the house; I shall walk on the other side. See that we keep together." So saying, Rogojin crossed the road.
"You don't know what anger is!" laughed Rogojin, in reply to the prince's heated words. He had moved a pace or two away, and was hiding his hands behind him. "No, it is impossible for me to come to your house again," he added slowly. "Why? Do you hate me so much as all that?" "I don't love you, Lef Nicolaievitch, and, therefore, what would be the use of my coming to see you?
Markovitch was silent and Boris Nicolaievitch sulked. Only once towards the end of the meal Bohun interested me. "I wonder," he asked me, "whether you know a fellow called Lawrence? He travelled from England with me. A man who's played a lot of football." "Not Jerry Lawrence, the international!" I said. "Surely he can't have come out here?" Of course it was the same.
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