official matters...i will have the honours exactly at eight o'clock tomorrow...
...i ask to comply with my request that Radion Romanovich is not present at our meeting...
as he absolutely offended me...
If, after such request, i will meet Radion Romanovich i will be obliged to withdraw
and, in such case, take the blame on yourself.
...take blame on yourself...
To scare a little bit...is useful.
I say this because Radion Romanovich who at the time of my visit
seemed to be so sick...
suddenly got well after two hours...and, so it seems, leaving his apartment, can arrive at your place...
i was made certain of it in an apartment of one clerk run down by a horse...drunkard...
...drunkard whose daughter, young girl of doubtful behaviour,
he gave yesterday up to twenty...
...twenty five rubles.
Oh, dear Lord, i didn't think i would have
such fear of meeting my son.
I'm afraid, Dmitri Prokovyech.
Don't be afraid, mommy, better believe him.
Dmitri Prokovyech, my mind sometimes runs wild, so forgive me my failings.
I, you see, regard you as a kinsman...
Did you hurt yourself?
Yes, i did.
Don't get angry with me. I speak much from my heart
and Dunyechka corrects me.
Tell me, how to behave with him?
Don't question him much, especially about his health.
He doesn't like that.
Mommy, calm down. Let's go. He must be happy seeing you.
Don't torment yourself... - ...Prokovyech, if you knew how hard it is to be a mother...
What a terrible stairs!
Is this his room?
It's not a room, it's a chamber.
It's like a grave.
And this woman, his housekeeper, she considers this to be a room?
Well. Well.
I see for myself that i'm almost healthy.
And don't speak like i did yesterday.
And his complete recovery depends only on himself.
It's necessary to clarify prime cause of his illness. I don't know it,
but it must be well known to him. I think, the beginning coincided with his leaving university...
Yes, yes, you're righ. So i'll enter the university and everything
will go like on oiled wheels.
This is why i love him. He has these...motions.
Rodya, you wouldn't believe how unhappy we were yesterday.
We were told you had white fever and you quietly went out on the street.
Well, everything's ceased now...and we're happy again.
Yes...
please, mommy, Dunyechka, don't think i didn't want to visit you first...
Well, Rodya...
Clothing hindered me...i forgot to tell Nastassya yesteday to wash out this blood.
Blood? What blood?
That's...i slouched around yesterday..in delirium...
and came across one run-over man.
In delirium? But you remember everyhing?
It's a known phenomenon. Performance is exelent, cunning,
but the beginning of events is dimmed. Dreamlike.
It happens so with healthy, too?
Felicitous remark. But you need to distinguish...
So what about that run-down?
What?
Ah, soiled myself with blood...while i was helping.
This maybe is even good that he considers me to be crazy.
I just wanted to tell, mommy, that i beg for your pardon.
That's enough, Rodya. I'm certain that everything you do...is alright.
Don't be so sure.
They are honestly afraid of me.
You know, Rodya...
Marfa Petrovna died.
Marfa Petrovna Svidrigailova.
Yes, i remember. - I wrote you about her. - I remember. Died? How?
Imagine, suddenly.
And, it seems, the reason was this terrible man.
He beat her to death. It happened in the morning.
She ate big breakfast... - Beaten to death?
She always had such habit.
She ate, and went to town, to swimming-baths.
There's cold ????. And she swam there every day, underwent some treatment.
And, imagine, just as he went into water, there was a fit.
And how!
Ah, mommy, why talk about such small matters?
Well, i didn't know what to talk about?
Yes. Nothing to talk about. But it seems i loved them so much.
It's time for me to go.
I'll come by...maybe.
Nothing to talk about. With no one.
Never and with no one.
What a nice man!
Yes, nice, educated, clever.
And he, too!
Nice man. Do