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Pashka!

Pashka! Pashka!

Pashka! Where the hell are they?

Pashka!

Pashka? What? Why are you yelling?

- Pashka... - I'm using...

Drowned.

- People. People! - People! People!

People! People!

People!

Help him.

"So, in short, if you're straight."

Of course, it's a mansion house. All the icons are here,

because it's shorter. Well yes.

"The ink's withered." "Maman, who is this?"

- Let's go closer, we'll find out. - I do not know, somebody was drowned.

- And let's go... - We go, we go, suddenly I see -

Pashka disappeared. I shout: "Pashka, Pashka."

At first, the deceased surfaced. I thought it was a sinful thing to think that Pashka lay in the water.

And what is it to me to lie in the water? Here we had no drowned drowned people.

Then I saw. Well, they crashed out and ran.

- Where? - Let go, let me. I know who it is.

"And you, young lady, what's your name?" Daria Pavlovna Shatova,

a pupil of Her Excellency Varvara Petrovna Stavrogina.

This is my brother Ivan Shatov.

So, on September 15 this year

on the shore of a pond located in the backwoods of a park belonging to the general's wife.

Stavrogina Varvara Petrovna, found the body of a former student

Ivan Shatov, who is supposedly and with a high degree of probability

killed.

Or maybe, after all, please rest from the road? In the hotel?

"I'd like to get down to business right away." Are there any preliminary results?

Suspects? "Monsieur, you suspect a dime a dozen."

And who of them is guilty, go figure it out.

Some people, of course, are already in the business.

For example, Verkhovensky Petr and Stavrogin Nikolay.

Before their arrival in the city everything was different.

Quiet, beautiful. How these appeared - the whole city fell from the chain.

One after another, one after another. A total of ten corpses.

Even a baby male. And before everything was different.

Even the bridge was built to build the capital, to connect the two banks.

The late Kirillov, by the way, designed it.

The gifted was a man, albeit with oddities.

And these two subjects, Stavrogin and Verkhovensky,

on the eve of the feast of the Transfiguration, on August 17, Sunday.

I must say, the appearance of one of them, Stavrogin Nikolai,

we were waiting in the city with some fear.

In his last visit, he here has learned this!

Yes, in this city nothing ever changes.

"Stavrogin, I decided to be with you in everything frank."

So, before this were not unrevealed?

"Going here, I decided to take a role."

At first I wanted to take a fool's face, because the fool is easier.

But since the fool - still an extreme, I stopped

on his own face finally.

"Stop it, my dear."

"Stavrogin, where are you going?"

I just remembered that I somehow really called you untalented,

but you were not then. So they told you.

What did you stand up for? Go.

Mr. Gaganov, I received your letter.

Despite the extremely offensive tone, I understand your feelings.

This incident with your father here in the club, 4 years ago...

And although my act was unintentional and committed by illness,

I am ready to offer all kinds of apologies.

And it seems, that's why I came here.

Bastard.

Coward.

"I am at your service at any time convenient for you."

"You are damned!"

Stop it.

Kirillov! Kirillov, unlock it, it's me.

Kirillov!

You, really, have been waiting for? Come, then.

"Did you find people?"

"Here's the list."

Lyamshin, Liputin, Erkel, Virginia. Who are they?

Virginia is an official. His wife is a local midwife.

Lyamshin is a musician. Erkel is a young officer, his mother is sick.

"We'll have a look, we'll see." And where is Shatov?

He sent me a letter about what is coming out of society.

What does it mean? He has our printing house, and in general...

smacks of betrayal. What about him? "I'm not a watchman."

- Who is it to us? - Investigator for particularly important cases.

His Majesty's Office, Mr. Goremykin.

"So you're saying that there are no young people in the city?"

No. As in the air evaporated.

Mr. Stavrogin and Mr. Verkhovensky. Yes, and his father, then his.

Stepan Trofimovich, too, the kingdom of heaven to him... disappeared. I'm lost.

Nowhere we can not find. How? Where did you disappear to?

And like this. Somehow he left in the morning and did not return.

"How, you say, his name?" "Whom?"

- The parent. - Stepan Trofimovich Verkhovensky.

Stepan Trofimovich. And is not this the one that taught history in Petersburg?

"Oh, I do not know what he taught there, but he only muddied us with water."

Slippery old man. Ideas preached, played in the liberal.

He was lying, that with Herzen on a friendly foot.

And he himself was with the general's wife Stavrogin in prizhivalakh.

Chatterbox. Harmful man.

Apparently, he was weary of his patroness.

Because on that very Sunday she was going to arrange an engagement.

Stepan Trofimovich with his pupil Daria Shatova.

This is a misalliance. Shatov! Ivan Pavlovich!

We, as I understand it, go one way.

Moni, I have to explain myself. Yes.

I know I know. Yes, finally, it's funny. But my marriage to your sister

looks in the eyes of society a comedy, and in your eyes - a real meanness.

But you know my circumstances. Stepan Trofimovich,

why do you want to make my sister unhappy?

That's just the point, there are circumstances.

I want your sister to tell me herself, from her lips.

I do not want to blush, I do not want to lie. I do not want secrets.

I will not tolerate secrets in this matter.

I sent her a letter yesterday. Believe me, with nobility.

I notified her that I wrote Stavrogin five days ago.

And also with nobility. Yes, what the hell!

You... What right have you to compare them so?

Suppose that there really was something between her and Nicholas

in Switzerland or began. I must ask.

Do not disturb your hearts and do not become a pillar on their way.

- This is slander. - I have the deepest respect for you

to Daria Pavlovna, but you know Stavrogin.

You yourself have suffered from it.

And how do you hear these rumors about some hromonoid idiot?

"Hold your tongue." "The whole town says,

that Stavrogin and with her... Sit down, sit down.

Mon cher, do not press me. I'm already crushed like a cockroach.

Now only he, my son, my Petrusha, will save me.

In the birdhouses. Why is he not going?

"Thank you, dear."

"Are you unhappy?"

Do you need help? I've arrived,

only to kiss your hand.

Only for this and arrived?

"Hand it over, please."

And where do you live?

It seems, it's Lebyadkin. Her brother, so to speak, a careless man.

Money, they say, faked printed. And this is their sister.

Looks like she left the surveillance.

"So you, my dear, Madam Lebyadkina?"

No, I'm not Lebyadkin. My brother Lebyadkin.

"I'll do this." I'll take you with me, my dear.

- Want to go with me? - Want!

"Aunt?" Aunt, can I go with you to you?

Sorry.

Dear cousin, I'm going to my aunt's.

Aunt, if you do not take me with you,

then I'll run after your carriage.

"Sit down, my dear."

How, do you limp?

- Lizaveta Nikolaevna... - Stay.

Yes, yes, it's strange.

"Lyamshin, where did they take her?" "Did you stop the sister?"

What do you mean, "shut up"? I'm a brother, not a phantom.

In me there is an insulted family pride.

In the birdhouses.

"I'll finish your case and retire." "Come, sir,

in your summer retirement. I'm drinking tea, you'll be younger than me.

"The authorities are asking."

Worried about my health. Want some wine?

Good wine, I send it from Greece. The doctor prescribed from the lungs.

Service. And though... Come on!

"For health, for health is venerated for virtue,"

- or even for talent. - Yes.

Stop! Wait, they tell you! Where is it?

"By the way, who are Lebyadkins?" The old people.

Brother and sister. Brother than nothing else did: They say,

even printed counterfeit money. A sister is crazy.

A week before Stavrogin's arrival, his mother Varvara Petrovna

received by mail an anonymous letter in which she was assured that between her son

and the mentioned lady has a certain connection.

What, was beautiful?

"Not only is she crazy, she's still limp."

Absolutely without a king in my head. Oh, oh!

Here is such an anecdote.

I believe the appearance of this very limp woman and her brother

in Birdhouses strongly influenced the further course of events

and frustrated the plans of the general about the betrothal.

- Was appointed at 12. - Varvara Petrovna was pleased

go to mass and not yet return.

"I have not seen Petrush so long."

When I left him then in Petersburg, I...

In a word, I considered him to be nothing.

The boy was, you know, nervous, very sensitive and timid.

Going to bed, laying prostrations and baptizing the pillow at night,

so as not to die. Is it true baptized the pillow?

- Yes baptized. - Yeah.

Do you believe in God yourself? And I do not understand,

why me all expose the atheist.

- I believe in God. - Yes?

"But I can not believe, like my maid or like you, dear Shatov?"

You believe forcibly, like the Moscow Slavophile.

As for Christianity, I, with all my sincere

respect for him, I'm rather an ancient pagan. Like the great Goethe

or the ancient Greek. But then another thing is more important.

Russia is too great a misunderstanding, that to us one of them

to resolve - without the Germans, without difficulty. And since we

we will never work... "A cup of coffee soon!"

Do not postpone the carriage.

Sit down.