bastard after all this!
??????
Hey? They're here, these rented rooms!
Go alone, i will be back soon.
What? They're waiting us to dinner!
I need to, i have business! Tell mother and Dunya
that i will be bach in half an hour.
I'll go with you.
What, do you, too, want to exhaust me?
Some chain, some cufflink, even piece of paper
with note in old hag's writing on it
about some small item and all! A lead!
No! Looks like there's nothing!
Or maybe...
No! No! Nothing!
And here's he himself.
What?
What's happened?
See here, asked for you.
Told the surname.
Did you ask for me?
What's this? You come, ask and keep silent?
Murderer!
What? Who's murderer?
You are murderer!
Don't ruin it! Let him sleep,
after that he can eat. Let's go.
Let me.
Old hag - that's small potatoes! It's not her.
I wanted to step over sooner.
I didn't kill a man! I killed a principle!
I killed a principle, yet ddin't step over!
I stayed on this side! Ha!
I'm esthetic louse!
And nothing more.
What a arithmetics i made. From all lice
i chose most useless!
And presumed to take from her exactly
how much i needed for the first step!
No more, no less.
Louse! I'm even fouler and meaner than she!
And how did i dare, knowing myself, apprehending myself,
to take axe and spill blood?
I anticipated all this!
I knew it all before! Oh, vulgarity! Oh, atrocity!
How i hate this old hag right now!
I think i'd killed her for another time,
had she just come to her senses!
Now say what do you want!
I just though so that you are not sleeping!
Allow me to introduce myself.
Arkady Ivanovich Svidrigailov.
Svidrigailov?
What a nonsense!
It can't be!
I particulary am not interested in anything.
Not occupied with anything. Especially now.
It's third day since i loaf around the city,
i'll be frank with you: very boring.
So i'm even happy seeing you, Rodion Romanovich!
Don't be angry, but you somehow
seem very strange to me.
There is something in you!
Who are you?
Why did you come?
Who am i?
Country nobleman, served two years in cavalry,
after that loitered around here, in Petersburg.
You're a gambler!
No!
What gambler? Cheat.
Were you a cheat?
Yes, i was. There was a whole bunch of us.
Fair poet, capitalist.
So, where you beaten?
Sometimes happened. What then?
You, it seems, long for Marfa Petrovna much?
Me?
Possibly.
Right, possibly.
By the way, do you believe in ghosts?
What ghosts?
Ordinary.
And do you believe?
Well, not in wailing, not to say
that i don't believe, yet...
Do they appear to you?
Marfa Petrovna.
???, she's come already three times.
But maybe you're lying?
Me? I seldom lie.
Go to see the doctor!
I understand myself, that i'm not well.
Only i don't know what illness i have.
In my opinion, i'm five times as healthy as you.
I didn't ask you whether you believe that ghosts appear.
I asked you whether you belive that they exist?
No, by no means.
Well, how do say usually:
"You're ill". Must be all this
is some unreal delirium.
But there's no firm logic in it!
I agree. Ghosts appear only to ill people.
Yet this don't prove that
they....they don't really exist.
Of course[, they don't exist].
Do you think so?
If to consider so, help!
Ghost are keys, openings to other worlds.
Their origins. Healthy man
has no reason to see them,
because he is supposed to live
only one, this life, but...
got sick just a little bit, normal order
of your body is unsettled and in that moment
there is possibilities of another world.
The sicker you get, the more you get in touch with them.
So, when man dies, he moves on
to other world straight away.
If one believes in the afterlife,
one can believe in such speculation.
I don't believe in afterlife!
What if there's only spiders
or something other of that kind?
Loony!
Everybody imagines eternity as some big
idea that cannot be comprehended.
Something huge!
But why necessarily huge?
What if there instead of all that, imagine....
will