was under the rain...
No, no. No!
You think i will immediately begin
to question you; don't wory.
I've decided once and for all:
how could i comprehend your reasons,
how could i demand reports from you?
God now what plans, what thoughts
are in your head, but i will pull your hand.
Oh Lord, my God! What did i do?
Rodya, i am reading your article
for i don't know which time already.
I don't understand much, well, maybe
it should be so: how could i [understand]?
Show me.
Just a moment...
The moment i saw it i became stunned...
So that's what he's doing! So that's the
answer to all things! Though
i am stupid, Rodya, but i can conclude
that quite soon you'll become
one of first men,
if not the first of all, in our educated world.
How could they think that you had gone crazy!
And i, too, am foolish,
to endure so much seeing how you live.
But now i know: i know that all it takes
from you is to want, and
you'll achieve all at once, with your mind,
with your talent, it's just that now
you simply occupy
yourself with more important matters...
Leave it, mommy, i'll go now. Please,
hear me out.
Mommy. No matter what happens,
no matter what you're told
about me, will you love me just as you do now?
Rodya, Rodya, yes, what is with you?
Yes...how can you
ask that? Who and what will tell me?
I...i won'te believe,
i'll simply drive [them] away.
Mommy...i came to assure you
that i have always loved you.
Altough you will be unhappy, know that your son
loves you more than himself
and will never stop loving you. And that's enough.
I had to begin with this...
What's up with you, Rodya, i don't know.
But i feel, judging form all this, that
some great grief awaits you.
I think about this all the time, i don't sleep at nights.
This night Dunyecka also slept in delirium
and remembered of you all the time.
I heard something, and didn't understand...Rodya...
Where are you going?
Are you departing to somewhere?
I am.
I thought so! Where are you departing to? Far?
Very far.
Is there a job, a career for you?
What God will send...Farewell, mommy.
It's time.
How! Today! Can't i [go] with you?
Say prayers for me. Maybe your prayer will be heard.
Let me sign a cross on you...
My blessings.
So! Lord, what are we doing? I...
Rodya, when i saw you first time...when
i came, i guess all, all, all at once,
and later
later i think: so it has come,
this fateful hour.
Rodya, but you're not departing right away?
No.
And it's not right now forever?
You will come by tomorrow?
I will.
Suffering, trials...why all this?
Will i after twenty years of penal serviude,
deformed by suffering, idiocy
in old age feebleness realize
better than i do now?
No, simply my soul...will reconcile itself.
I will whimper, call myself a criminal...
Well, it will be so, how could i be otherwise?
Stone is crying....
They deserve it.
Every one of them is bastard and criminal
already because of their character; even worse -
Idiot.
Right this minute go to the crossroads, kiss the ground
you have desecrated, and after that bow to the whole world,
to all four corners of the world and say loudly:
i have murdered! Then God will send life for you again!...
You're here...babysitter. Mine. Babysitter...
Well, let it be so.
Until i climb up... I have to go in like a man. Why?
The more loathsome, the better. Maybe go
to Nikodim Fomich, to his appartment?
To manage in such familiar manner.
No, no, better [go] to Gunpowder. If drink, then drink whole cup...
Nobody's here?
Whom do you want?
Hearing not heard, seeing not seen,
yet russian spirit.
Like in that tale...i forgot! My-y regrets.
To us? With what purpose? I, must confess...
how? what? Excuse me...
Raskolnikov.
Well then: Raskolnikov! Could you really
assume that i had forgotten...Rodion Ro...
Rodion Romanovich.
Yes, yes, yes, Rodion Romanovich,
Rodion Romanovich! This i...
I, must confess, sincerily grieved
that me and you then...
To me was