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Updated: August 22, 2024
I am strongly disposed to believe that, as Kirillov had not a cook, he had cooked the beef and potatoes that morning with his own hands for Fedka. "What notion is this?" cried Pyotr Stepanovitch, whisking into the room. "Why didn't you wait where you were ordered?" And swinging his fist, he brought it down heavily on the table. Fedka assumed an air of dignity.
"Stay, it's nonsense! I want to say with whom I killed him. Why Fedka? And what about the fire? I want it all and I want to be abusive in tone, too, in tone!" "Enough, Kirillov, I assure you it's enough," cried Pyotr Stepanovitch almost imploringly, trembling lest he should tear up the paper; "that they may believe you, you must say it as obscurely as possible, just like that, simply in hints.
"Lise, Lise," he thought, "and with her ce Maurice.... Strange people.... But what was the strange fire, and what were they talking about, and who were murdered? I fancy Nastasya has not found out yet and is still waiting for me with my coffee... cards? Did I really lose men at cards? H'm! Among us in Russia in the times of serfdom, so called.... My God, yes Fedka!"
Vassily Ivanovitch was sorry for his old wife; he did not mean to tell her over night what a sorrow there was in store for her. Bazarov and Arkady set off the next day. From early morning all was dejection in the house; Anfisushka let the tray slip out of her hands; even Fedka was bewildered, and was reduced to taking off his boots.
Akim stood as though struck by a thunderbolt. "Robber," he moaned at last, "robber.... Heigh, Fedka, Mitka, wife, wife, seize him, seize him hold him." He lost his head completely. "Mind now, old man," said Naum menacingly, "mind what you are about, don't play the fool...." "Beat him, wife, beat him!" Akim kept repeating in a tearful voice, trying helplessly and in vain to get up.
She wept because she had just been abused, beaten, and got no wine, for which she so yearned. She also wept because her whole life was one round of abuse, scorn, insults and blows. She meant to draw some consolation from the recollection of her first love for the factory hand, Fedka Molodenkoff, but, recalling this first love, she also recalled the manner of its ending.
He rushed headlong out of the house at once to find out further details, and learned, to begin with, that Fedka, who had been found with his skull broken, had apparently been robbed and, secondly, that the police already had strong suspicion and even good grounds for believing that the murderer was one of the Shpigulin men called Tomka, the very one who had been his accomplice in murdering the Lebyadkins and setting fire to their house, and that there had been a quarrel between them on the road about a large sum of money stolen from Lebyadkin, which Fedka was supposed to have hidden.
"If Stavrogin and you are caught, we shall be caught too," added the authority on the peasantry. "And to no good purpose for the common cause," Virginsky concluded despondently. "What nonsense! The murder is a chance crime; it was committed by Fedka for the sake of robbery." "H'm! Strange coincidence, though," said Liputin, wriggling. "And if you will have it, it's all through you." "Through us?"
On Mazin's upper lip two black streaks were limned, his face was fuller. Samoylov was just as curly-haired as before; and Ivan Gusev smiled just as broadly. "Ah, Fedka, Fedka!" whispered Sizov, drooping his head. The mother felt she could breathe more freely.
Behind the broken glass of the ikon they found in the morning, so it was said, a live mouse. Now, four months since, it has been established beyond doubt that the crime was committed by the convict Fedka, but for some reason it is added that Lyamshin took part in it. At the time no one spoke of Lyamshin or had any suspicion of him. But now every one says it was he who put the mouse there.
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