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Updated: June 9, 2025
Those intellectual fellows sit in each other's rooms and get drunk on foreign ideas in the same way young Guards' officers treat each other with foreign wines. Merest debauchery. ...Upon my Word," Razumov, enraged by a sudden recollection of Ziemianitch, lowered his voice forcibly, "upon my word, we Russians are a drunken lot.
But each heart knows sorrow after its own kind and Ziemianitch was a born fool all his days. And then he would fly to the bottle. "'Who could bear life in our land without the bottle? he says. A proper Russian man the little pig.... Be pleased to follow me." Razumov crossed a quadrangle of deep snow enclosed between high walls with innumerable windows.
"A common thief," he said to himself, "finds more guarantees in the law he is breaking, and even a brute like Ziemianitch has his consolation." Razumov envied the materialism of the thief and the passion of the incorrigible lover. The consequences of their actions were always clear and their lives remained their own.
"The brilliance of my reputed exploit is no longer darkened by the fate of my supposed colleague. The mystic Ziemianitch accounts for that. An incredible chance has served me. No more need of lies. I shall have only to listen and to keep my scorn from getting the upper hand of my caution."
Not while he was driving them, however; but still there was a suspicion against the fellow of having given a hint to the police and... The woman revolutionist checked herself suddenly. "And you? Have you ever heard your friend refer to a certain Ziemianitch?" Razumov was ready for the name. He had been looking out for the question. "When it comes I shall own up," he had said to himself.
Ziemianitch had nothing to do with the actual arrest of Victor Haldin." Razumov dwelt on the name heavily, and then waited till the faint, mournful murmur which greeted it had died out.
But suppose that the real betrayer of your brother Ziemianitch had a part in it too, but insignificant and quite involuntary suppose that he was a young man, educated, an intellectual worker, thoughtful, a man your brother might have trusted lightly, perhaps, but still suppose.... But there's a whole story there." "And you know the story! But why, then " "I have heard it.
Except for the violent movements of Razumov nothing stirred, neither the beaten man nor the spoke-like shadows on the walls. And only the sound of blows was heard. It was a weird scene. Suddenly there was a sharp crack. The stick broke and half of it flew far away into the gloom beyond the light. At the same time Ziemianitch sat up.
All I want you to do is to help me to vanish. No great matter that. Only to go by and by and see Ziemianitch for me at that place where I went this morning. Just tell him, 'He whom you know wants a well-horsed sledge to pull up half an hour after midnight at the seventh lamp-post on the left counting from the upper end of Karabelnaya.
The waiter, a wild-haired youth in tarred boots and a pink shirt, exclaimed, uncovering his pale gums in a silly grin, that Ziemianitch had got his skinful early in the afternoon and had gone away with a bottle under each arm to keep it up amongst the horses he supposed.
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