explained later...
Yound writer and even a scientist...
so to say, first steps...eh..oh, Lord!
Who of
writer and scientists haven't done
original first steps?
Both me and my wife, we admire
literature, and wife, so to say, till passion!
I confess i even wanted to go to you and
explain myself, i thought, maybe, you...
Yes! Maybe you're changing the flat?
No, it's just that i...i thought i
will find Zametov here.
Oh, yes! You've become friends,
so i've heard. Well, Zametov is not here.
He doesn't work here since yesterday.
He transfered, before transfering even
had a quarrels with everybody. Windy boy, nothing more.
Go with him, go with our
splendid youth!
He wants to undergo some kind of examination!
He will just spoil the whole exam and that will
be all. It's not like, for example, you
book, with quill behind your ear.
Ascetic, monk, hermit! I am partly too. Have
you read Livingston's diaries?
No...
But i have. And what times [that] were,
i tell you?
What times? Immeasurable thirst for
enlightenment. Enlighten and that's enough.
Why to misuse? Why to offend decent
persons as bastard Zametov does?
Look, how suicides have increased, i tell you
you can't even imagine.
All they fritter away their last money
and then kill themselves.
Girls, boys, old men...
This morning the was a report about
some suicide. Nil Pavlich, Nil Pavlich!
What was the name of this gentlemen who
shot himself? Svidrigailov.
Svidrigailov has shot himself!
What? Did you know Svidrigailov?
Yes...my sister served as governess in their home.
I knew nothing...well...
Well, it's time for me. Excuse me for disturbance.
Not worth mentioning!
You even caused pleasure!
I...am glad...
Good bye.
So then...
Don't sneak.
You're back? Did you forgot something?
What's up with you? Something's wrong with you.
Chair! Give it here, quietly, quietly.
So then. Give...chair. Take a seat.
Well then, water. Water, water, water.
It was me...i murdered old pawnbroker and
Lizaveta, her sister, with an axe and robbed them.
Why my idea was more foolish than others?
Why my act seems so pointless?
Because it is crime?
And what does "crime" mean?
My conscience is clear...of course,
criminal offence has been performed,
law has been broken and
blood has been spilled, then take my head for a law.
And that's enough! Many benefactors of humanity
taking rule in possession, must be punished after
the very first steps. Yet these people
endured their steps and that's why
they're right, but i didn't endure and,
must be, i didn't have a right
to allow me this step. This is my crime:
that i admitted my guilt.
Why didn't i kill myself? Is there really
such force in this will
to live and it's so hard to step over it?
But me? I will live. Agonize here
for seven more years...
Seven more years...
THE END