prince.
Did you notice he bequeathed
a copy of his explanation
to Aglaya lvanovna?
Yes, l did.
l'm thinking about it.
That's right.
ln case of the dozen.
Oh! There is he.
They've looking of you all day
with messengers,
and you're here
and l can't just imagine!
But l thought you're with uncle.
The whip is needed here.
Do you like this view, prince?
You like this.
but you can't
formulate it as yet.
What was tourted me?
What was tourted me, l was utterly
outside all this.
What was this feast?
What was this grand
everlasting pageant
to which there was no end
to which l had always,
from my childhood,
and which l could
never take part.
Every morning
the same bright sun rises.
Every morning the same rainbow in the waterfall.
every evening that highest snow mountain glows
with a flush of purple
against the distant sky.
Every little fly
that buzzes about me
in the hot sunshine
has its part in the chorus;
knows its place, loves it and is happy.
Every grass grows and is happy!
Everything has its path,
and everything knows its path,
with a song goes forth, and with a song returns.
Only l know nothing,
understand nothing,
neither men, nor sounds,
l'm outside it all,
And an outcast.
lt's you!
Oh, yes! We were going to meet.
l've been asleep here.
So l see.
Did no one wake me,
but you?
Has no one been here but you?
l thought there was another woman.
Another woman's been here?
lt was only a dream.
Strange at such a moment
to have such a dream.
Oh, sit down.
Sit down.
Oh, yes! Hippolyte lppolit shot himself.
How? When?
He was alive only yesterday evening,
wasn't he?
How could you sleep after such a thing?
But he's not dead,
the pistol didn't go off.
l think that his pistol was
bound not to go off
it's just like for him.
But you're sure that he really meant
to shoot himself, and that there was no deception about it?
There was no deception about it
He asked me,
to to bring you his confession.
- Confession?
-Yes.
How? Why didn't you bring it?
Why, he's not dead.
l'll ask him for it.
And there is no need to ask him,
be sure to bring it.
certainly be delighted, for perhaps it was with that object he shot at
that l might read
his confession afterwards
Yes, that may very likely be partly the reason.
Only he certainly wanted every one to come round him
and tell him
that they loved him,
and beg him
to remain alive.
lt may very well be that he had
you in his mind more than anyone.
l think it's very horrid
on your part.
lt's very brutal to look on and
judge  Hippolyte's soul,
as you judge.
You have no tenderness,
nothing but truth,
and so you judge unjustly.
But l wouldn't have fallen asleep
in your place.
What woman was it you were dreaming about?
lt was...
You've seen her.
l understand.
You think a lot...
How did you dream of her,
what was she doing?
However, l don't care to know.
l... Don't interrupt me.
l asked you to come for;
l want to make a proposition
that you should be my friend.
Why are you starring of me?
Perhaps you don't care to accept my proposition?
Oh... l should like to, only
lt was quite unnecessary.
That's, l shouldn't have thought you need
make such
a proposition.
What did you think then?
What's in your mind?
But perhaps you look on me
as a little fool,
as they all do at home?
l didn't know that they look on you as a fool.
All... l don't look on you so.
You don't look on me so?
Very clever on your part.
Particularly cleverly expressed.
You're speaking
of my uncertainty about Hippolyte.
There's nothing by truth in it,
and so it's unjust.
l'll rememberthat and think it over.
Listen,
l've been waiting for a long time,
to tell you all about it,
ever since
you wrote me the letter.
l consider you the most honest
and truthful of men,
more honest and more truthful than anyone.
lf they say that you're mind,
that you're sometimes
afflicted in your mind,
it's unjust.
For there are two sorts of