“Ah, my God, you must have heard from someone that Versilov broke an icon yesterday?”
“N’est-ce pas? I heard, I heard! I heard it this morning from Nastasya Egorovna. She moved my trunk and my little dog over here.”
“Well, and so you dreamed of it.”
“Well, it makes no difference. And imagine, this old man kept shaking his finger at me. Where is Anna Andreevna?”
“She’ll be back presently.”
“From where? Has she also gone?” he exclaimed with pain.
“No, no, she’ll be back presently, and she asked me to sit with you.”
“Oui, to come here. And so our Andrei Petrovich has gone off his head—‘so inadvertently and so swiftly!’43 I always predicted to him that he’d end up that way. My friend, wait . . .”
He suddenly seized me by the frock coat with his hand and pulled me towards him.
“Today,” he began to whisper, “the landlord suddenly brought me photographs, vile photographs of women, all naked women in various Oriental guises, and began showing them to me through a glass . . . You see, I praised them reluctantly, but that’s just how they brought vile women to that unfortunate man, to make it easier to get him drunk . . .”
“You keep on about von Sohn, but enough, Prince! The landlord is a fool and nothing more!”
“A fool and nothing more! C’est mon opinion! 111 My friend, save me from this place if you can!” he suddenly pressed his hands together before me.
“Prince, I’ll do everything I can! I’m all yours . . . Dear Prince, wait, and maybe I’ll settle everything!”
“N’est-cepas? We’ll up and run away, and we’ll leave the trunk for appearances, so that he’ll think we’re coming back.”
“Run away where? And Anna Andreevna?”
“No, no, together with Anna Andreevna . . . Oh,
Indeed, I found in the bag a photographic portrait of Katerina Nikolaevna in an oval frame. He took it in his hands, brought it to the light, and tears suddenly poured down his gaunt yellow cheeks.
“C’est un ange, c’est un ange du ciel!”112 he exclaimed. “All my life I’ve been guilty before her . . . and now, too!
“That was never so!” I cried. “That is a mistake! I know her feelings!”
“And you also know her feelings? Why, that’s wonderful! My friend, you’ve resurrected me. What was all that they were telling me about you? My friend, invite Katya here, and let the two of them kiss each other before me, and I’ll take them home, and we’ll chase the landlord away!”
He stood up, pressed his hands together before me, and suddenly knelt before me.
“
“God!” I cried, raising him up and sitting him on the bed, “you finally don’t believe me either; you think I’m also in the conspiracy? But I won’t let anyone here even lay a finger on you!”
“C’est ca, don’t let them,” he babbled, seizing me firmly by the elbows with both hands, and continuing to tremble. “Don’t let anybody! And don’t tell me any lies . . . because can it be that they’ll take me away from here? Listen, this landlord, Ippolit, or whoever he is, he’s not . . . a doctor?”
“What sort of doctor?”
“This . . . this isn’t a madhouse, I mean here, in this room?”
But at that moment the door suddenly opened and Anna Andreevna came in. She must have been eavesdropping by the door and, unable to help herself, opened it too abruptly—and the prince, who jumped at every creak, cried out and threw himself facedown on the pillow. He finally had some sort of fit, which resolved itself in sobbing.
“Here are the fruits of
“No, these are the fruits of
“I’ll save you all, but only in the way I told you before! I’m running off again; maybe in an hour Katerina Nikolaevna herself will be here! I’ll reconcile everybody, and everybody will be happy!” I exclaimed almost with inspiration.
“Bring her, bring her here,” the prince roused himself. “Take me to her! I want Katya, I want to see Katya and bless her!” he exclaimed, raising his arms and trying to get out of bed.
“You see,” I pointed at him to Anna Andreevna, “you hear what he says: now in any case no ‘document’ will help you.”
“I see, but it could still help to justify my action in the opinion of the world, while now—I’m disgraced! Enough; my conscience is clear. I’ve been abandoned by everyone, even my own brother, who is afraid of failure . . . But I will do my duty and stay by this unfortunate man as his nurse, his attendant!”