Crime and Punishment
Part Five
I don't believe! I can't believe! Then don't.
No, i agree, Porfiry's tone was rather strange!
And especially this scum, Zametov.
But if they had this unreasonable thought
then they'd try to hide, cover their hand.
So to catch later. But now it's impudent and heedless!
I they really had hard facts, they'd try to hide it.
All they have is mirage! All with two ends.
One light-minded idea, and now they're trying to get me with impudence.
Anyhow, all this is repulsive! Leave it! Insulting, Rodya, insulting!
I understand you, but most important - how dare they? Just because poor student
worn out by poverty, hypochondria, suspicion, self-love!
Just because he stands before some precinct attendants and endures their mockery!
And overdue promissory note, smelling paint, heat, stuffy air,
and story about a murder of person he had visited lately!
How, how not to pass out, then?
And moreover empty stomach! And to ground everything on this!
By devil, to hell with them!
Nevertheless he stated it well.
To spit on it, yet tomorrow there'll be interrogation again! You know, i will go to Porfiry myself,
i will press him like a relative, so that he tells everything.
Finally realised!
Stop! Stop!
You lied! What trap there is in question about decorators?
I you had done this deed, would you say you saw them?
Me, for certain! But why to talk against onself?
Because only muzhiks and newbies get entagled stright away, but intelligent man
tries to confess all facts!
Only he gives different cause.
Now, Porfiry considered this open plausibility.
He would've told you right away, that there were no two decorators there!
Well, he counted on that i wouln't manage to comprehend.
Cunning people makes mistakes in such small matters. He's a 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 be one room.
Some smoky rural bathouse and spiders in every corner.
See now all eternity.
Is there really nothing more?
Nothing calming and fair!
Fair? How to know? Maybe that is fair
and, you know, i would deliberately make it like this!
No, just imagine! We know each other for only half an hour, we're supposed to be enemies,
we have unsettled business, but we're gotten into such literature.
Didn't i say the truth that we're fruits from the same field?
You didn't say that. I didn't?
No. I thought i did say.
When i entred i sais to myself: "He is the same!"
What is this the same? About what do you say this?
About what? I honestly don't know about what. Do me a favor.
Yes, yes, yes. Cut to the chase!
To be honest, my quarrel with Marfa Petronna arose
when i found out that she had cooked up marriage between
Avdotya Romanovna and mister Luzhin...
Isn't it possible to bypass question about my sister somehow?
I don't even uderstand how dare you to mention her in my presence!
But i came to talk about her, how then not to mention?
Fine. Talk, only faster!
I'm sure, you already have an opinion about this gentlemen.
He's no match for Avdotya Romanovna.
I think, in this case she sacrifices herself quite generous
unselfish for her family. I think you would be quite pleased
if this marriage could break apart.... without ruining interests.
That's very naive of you. Pardon me, i wanted to say: shameless.
That is, you think i fumble in my pocket? No, Rodion Romanovich.
I wouldn't speak so directly. Well, i'm not a complete fool.
And i'll reveal to you one more thing. I earlier told Avdotya Romanovna about my love...
So, know that now i feel no love.
None!
It's even strange for myself. Listen!
Yes, yes. So: now i want to meet with Avdotya Romanovna
and explain her, let it be in your presence,
that she will have no profit from mister Luzhin,
it's more credible that she will have losses.
Besides, aster asking for her forgiveness for all troubles...
i'd ask her permission to offer her ten thousand rubles.
And by such means faciliate her break-up with mister Luzhin.
You're honestly insane! How can you speak like this!
I knew that you would shout.
Firstly, i have these ten thousand completely spare,
that is, i absolutely don't need them. Secondly...
i have a clear conscience: i offer without any calculations.
I don't want to pay off, rather simply do something profitable for your sister.
I fact: did i take the privilage to do only wicked things?
Besides, i've decided to go on some voyage,
that's why i want sooner to get all things finished.
I ask you to stop this conversation. All this is inexcusably nasty!
Don't rage, consider this calmly. Well, if i, for example, died
and left this sum to your sister on my will...
...would she really refuse to take it? That's quite possible.
Well, that's not...anyhow, if not, then not. Let it be so.
Anyway, i ask to deliver just said to Avdotya Romanovna.
No, i won't deliver it. In that case, Rodion Romanovich,
i will be obliged to look for private encounter. And if i deliver, you won't be looking?
I don't know how to tell you. I'd like to see her one time very much.
Don't count on it. It's a pity. Anyway, you don't know me.
Well, maybe we'll get closer.
It still seems to me that there's something in you that's similar to me.
Allow me to ask something?
Are you departing to your voyage soon?
Voyage? Oh, yes! Really! That's an extensive question.
If you only knew what you are asking!
I maybe will get married insted of a voyage...
To me here, in Petersburg, a fiancee is reccomended. Good bye.
Oh, yes! Almost forgot! Tell Avdotya Romanovna, your sister,
that Marfa Petrovna has willed her three thousand in her testament.
It will be available in two or three weeks.
Do you tell the truth? Truth. Truth.
Marfa Petrovna arranged things in my presence a week before her death.
Well, your servant.
I don't know why but i'm very afraid of him. Dunya needs to be protected from him, do you hear?
What can he? Anyway, than you, Rodya! We will be protecting!
Did you see him? I did, i wil recognise [him].
Did you see for sure? For sure. I will tell him from thousands!
I have a memory for faces.
I thought it can only be some kind of imagination.
About what are you talking?
Look, you all say that i'm crazy!
It seemed to me just now as if i had seen a ghost.
Who knows!
Maybe i am crazy, maybe all that happened in last days
maybe all this is simply in [my] imagination.
Eh, Rodya! I went to Porfiry.
After dinner.
Zametov was there. I was about to start...i didn't make it.
They totally don't understand yet don't get confused!
Finally, i brought Porfiry near window, stuck my fist in his mug and said: i will smash
with all my heart.
But he...but he only looked at me.
I spat and walked away. That's all. Very silly...
I have an idea, Rodya! What are we fretting about? You have nothing to do with that,
and not to give a toss about them! We'll rattle [them] afterwards, but now let's have a laugh!
Sure.
What will you say tomorrow, i wonder? If you find out...
Marfa Petrovna died, did you hear that?
Sure, i heard.
I even came to notify that Arkady Ivanovich Svidrigailov
right after funeral departed for Petersburg.
To Petersburg? Here? Lord! Will he really
bother Dunyecha even here? I think there's no need to worry.
Of course, if you yourselves don't want to get involved into some kind of relations.
Oh, Petr Petrovich, i've seen him twice and he appeared terrible to me, terrible!
I agree. He's the most degenerate and vile man.
I have reasons to assume that
eight years ago Marfa Petrovna saved him not only from debts.
Only due to her efforts a criminal case was toned down
case with touch of brutish and, so to say, fantastic soulruining!
Dear God!
Do you have accurate evidence about that? I speak only what i've heard myself
secretly from Marfa Petrovna.
Here lives some Resslikh with whom mister Svidrigailov long ago had
close and quite secret relationship.
A niece lived with her, girl of fourteen, whom Pesslikh immensely hated,
always reproached and even hit.
Eight years ago in winter, during thaw, girl was found in Neva.
I was concluded that she had drowned herself.
There was, however, denounciation that Svidrigailov had horribly befouled the girl.
Anyhow, all that is unclear...
Denounciation came from incorrigable woman who didn't have credibility.
And thanks to Marfa Petrovna denounciation disaapeared and all resulted in rumour.
However, these rumours were sigificant.
He had just come to me.
By the way...he really wants meeting with you, Dunya!
He has some proposition for you.
Besides,
he informed me that Marfa Petrovna had left you three thousand in her will.
Oh Lord! Dear God!
Lord!
That is really true.
But...what does he want to propose to Dunyecka? Did he tell you?
Yes, he did. What then?
I'll tell later.
I have a business to attend so i won't be bothering you.
Stay, Pyotr Petrovich.
You wrote you wanted to clear up something with mommy.
That's right, Avdotya Romanovna.
But as your brother can't explain about propositions of mister Svidrigailov in my presence...
so i can't and don't want to talk about some quite important matters.
Moreover, my capital and most powerful demand was not carried out.
Your demand that my brother wasn't present at our meeting
was not carried out only on account of my insistence.
You wrote you were affronted by my brother.
I'm sure it's necessary to immediately straight things out and you must be reconciled.
And if Rodya really offended you he must and he will ask forgiveness.
There are offences, Avdotya Romanovna, which despite all goodwill cannot be forgotten.
There are point from which there's no return!
I didn't exactly talk about that, Pyotr Petrovich.
Understand correctly:
all our future depend on whether we will straight things out today or not.
I'm surprised you're stating question this way, Avdotya Romanovna.
Appreciating and, so to say, adoring you
i can at the same time abominate some of your relatives.
Leave this resentment aside, Pyotr Petrovich,
and be that wise and noble-minded man which i always considered and want to consider you to be.
Understand that if you don't settle your differences i will be forced to chose between you:
either you or him. That is the position of both of you.
I don't want and must not make the wrong choice.
I want and can find out right now is he my brother for sure or not?
And about you: am i precious to you, do you appreciate me, are you husband for me or not?
Avdotya Romanovna, your words are too critical to me,
i'd say even insulting. Not to talk about this sstrange comparision between me
and this arrogant sapling,
with your words you allow breaking your promise.
What! Don't i place your interests near everything
that was dear to me until now? That i take all my life
and you suddenly feel offended that i don't value you enough?
Love towards a future spouse and husband must exceed love towards brother.
And besides, Pulherya Aleksandrovna, you son offended me yesterday by uglifying a thought of mine,
which i had revealed to you in a private conversation.
I mean, marriage with a girl who already has tasted life's bitterness,
in my opinion, is more beneficial to husband and better to morals.
He exaggerated this idea until awkwardness accusing me in evil intentions.
Yet my words could get known to him only through your correspondence.
Inform me about terms you delivered them to him.
I don't remember...
I delivered how i understood... Possibly Rodya exaggerated something.
Without your direction he couldn't have exaggerated.
Pyotr Petrovich,
proof that me and Dunya haven't understood your words wrongly
is that we're here.
Must be i'm guilty of that, too!
You put all blame on Rodion yet you yourself wrote falsehood about him.
I don't remember i wrote any falsehood.
You wrote that yesterday i gave money not to widow of run down man,
but to his daughter. And, to quarell me with my relatives, you added , in vile expressions,
about behaviour of a girl you don't know.
Pardon me, sir... I think...
You simply are not worth even a little finger of this girl!
Must be, you'd decide to bring her out into company of your mother and sister?
I already did that, if you want to know.
I asked her to be seated beside my mommy and Dunya.
Rodya!
You can see for yourself, Avdotya Romanovna, whether accordance is possible here.
I'm hoping to be spared from such encounters and, so to say, compromisses in the future.
I especially ask you about this, highly honoured Pulherya Aleksandrovna.
You're somehow taking us completely under your authority, Pyotr Petrovich.
And write letters as if commanding us!
But i'll say to you, you must be delicate with us
because we left everything behind coming here and we're almost
in your power now.
That's not entirely fair, Pulherya Aleksandrovna.
Especially at the present moment when it is known about testament of Marfa Petrovna.
Which, it seems, is right on time judging from the tone in which you speak to me.
Judging by this remark you really counted on our helplessness.
But now, at any rate, i can't count on that.
And especially i don't want to disturb announcing secret propositions
Of Arkady Ivanovich Svidrigailow who, as i see, has
crucial and maybe quite pleasing significance in your eyes.
Oh dear God!
Don't you feel ashamed now, sister? I do, Rodya.
Pyotr Petrovich, get out!
Avdotya Romanovna, if i walk through this door now, hearing such farewell,
i'll never return. Think about it carefully. My word is final.
What an impudence! I don't want for you to ever return!
What? Oh, so. Do you know, Avdotya Romanvonca, i could rise a protest!
Ah! What right have you to talk to her like that!
And what protest could you rise?
Go,
leave us completely!
However, Pulherya Alexandrovna, you've binded me with your promise.
And lastly...lastly i've had some expenses through that.
Oh...expenses! What expenses?
Do you really mean our chest?
Attendant brought it free of charge for you!
That's enough, mommy! Pyotr Petrovich, do us a favor, leave!
I'll leave, just one last word!
Your mommy, it seems, has forgotten
that i resolved to take you, so to say, after town's rumour!
Regarding your reputation. Only now i see that, possibly,
i've acted quite inconsiderately ignoring the popular cry.
He's about two heads or what? You are a foul and evil man.
Not a word! Not a gesture!
Go away!
Or else....
What a folly! I simply joked and got carried away! What an absurd!
My mistake was i didn't give them money at all!
Had i in all this time given them just thousand and a half in dowry and presents,
they wouldn't reject me so easily!
Tomorrow, to resolve, to cure, to correct everything!
Nipper! Milksop! Everything's about him! To destroy him tomorrow right away!
Then everything is quite amendable, all is quite and quite amendable!
To destroy...tomorrow!
Why need you to go away?
What will you do in your town?
Take me for an associate! Let's make a first class company!
Listen: i've got an unce, he has capital of thousand rubles.
He himself is living on his pension, and second year accosts me
that i took this thousand and paid him six percent [a year].
You'll give another thousand from the three you have -
and that'll be enough for starters. And what will we do?
Publish! Booklets!
Weel, that is, both translate and publish, and learn, and all together!
I mix in publisher circles for two years already and i know all their trade:
???????
Many publishers and booksellers know little about their goods:
such mutton-heads! And, besides that, accurate publishers office makes decent profit nowadays!
I know it and keep it secret... Two three such papers
which can be published because of just one thought, can bring up to hundred rubles for each book!
I like very much what you're saying, Dmitri Prokofyevich!
Brother, what do you think?
I think it's a good idea. And he will know hot to handle it, that's doubtless.
Hurray!
So, then let's move to the appartment i told about?
It's furnished, spacious and you can live there all three, together with Rodya.
Rodya, where to? How, are you leaving already?
Seems like you lay me to rest as if bid farewell for all eternity.
And who knows - maybe...
Maybe we're truly parting forever.
What's up with you? Where do you go?
I wanted to tell you....it's better for us to separate for some time.
I remember and love you. Leave me.
Whether i go under or not, i want to be alone. If it will be needed, i'll come myself or call you.
And now forget me utterly. That's better....
Otherwise i'll detest you, i feel it!
Dear Lord!
Brother!!! Insensible, vicious egoist!
He's insane, not insensible. Don't you see?
You're hardhearted after all this! I'll be back in a moment!
I knew you'd come out running. Return to them and be with them forever.
Rodya, Rodya.
Don't ask me anything. I've nothing to say to you.
Leave me. But don't leave them Do you undestand me?
Now do you understand me?
Go to them.
I didn't expect this poor dummy will spend on funeral feast all money
she got from this other fool Raskolnikov.
I even wondered arriving: what a preparation, vine! And...
why won't you go there? Yet, anyway, why should you!
With own hand smashed face in! Who smashed? Whom?
You [hit] Kateryna Ivanovna a mont ago.
I've heard. Nonsense and slander!
It wasn't so! She herself jumped on me with her nails,
i simply defended my honour!
Female question went wrong! It has nothing to do with that!
Anyhow, i thought if it was assumed that woman was equal to man at everything, even
at strength, must be in this case to there ought to be equality.
Of course, brawl is unthinkable of in future society, so such question will not arise.
You're teasing me because you yourself are angry! Because of this setback of yours!
Well, go on! Hit me, but i'm glad, glad that it happened so,
that you're completely free, that you're not yet lost for humanity!
Why do you need this marriage? That is - lawful marriage?
Because i don't wan to be cuckolded and foster-care children in your civil marriage.
That's why.
Children? I agree, social matter. I even entirely disclaim children
as insinuation to this...to family.
But of children after, and now... now let's get to cuckolding.
Cuckolding! What cuckolding? What an absurd!
This nasty, husar, pushkin-like expression won'tbe even thinkable of in future lexicon!
Cuckolding - that's natral consequence of your "lawful" marriage,
if that were undisguised - as in civil marriage -
that would be completely non-existant!
If...if i were married off...phew!
That is, if i got married, i would, i think, myself offer my wife a lover
if she hadn't got one soon.
"My firend", i'd say to her, "until now i've only loved you,
but now i want...i want also to respect you!"
And this, dead man's daughter you also...respect? What was her name?
Sofia Semyonovna...doubtless. Wonderful character!
And do you take advantage of this character?
No, no! Completely opposite! Well, opposite!
I've heard when she still lived here you, so to say...
That's another slander! Katerina Ivanovna thought all this up! She misunderstood!
Hi-hi-hi...
I didn't strive for Sofia Semyonovna! I simply...
educated her! I gave her books, talked about matter of future society.
Completely unselfishly!
So, that means it's all true what's been told about her?
So what? According to my personal conviction, that's normal position of a woman.
That is, in contemporary society...
it's not, of course, exactly...
Who's there?
That's me...[i've come] to you.
What's up with you?
I didn't bow before you, i bowed before all human suffering.
I'm...i...i'm a sinner... Yes, you're a big sinner!
You live in this filth you hate,
and at the same time you understand yourself, you don't help anybody with this,
you don't save anybody from anything! How is it possible live like this, you tell me?!
Wouldn't it be thousand times more reasonable headfirst in the water and to end all at once!
But what will become of them?
Must be, she's already had this thought
to end everything.
So, do you, Sonya, say your prayers much?
What would you be without God? And what does God do for you?
Keep silent! Don't ask! You're not worth! He does everything!
Simpleton! Simpleton!
Where's this from?
It was brought to me. Who brought it?
Lizaveta did. I asked her.
So you were friends with Lizaveta? Yes. She was righteous.
And we read with her...talked. She was killed with an axe. She'll see God.
Both simpletons.
There one becomes simpleton oneself. Contagious.
Where is there about Lazarus? About resurrection of Lazarus?
Find it for me, Sonya. You're looking the wrong place.
In the fourth Gospel. Find it and read it to me!
Haven't you read? It was long ago. When i was learning.
Haven't you heard it in church?
I didn't attend it. Read! What for? You don't believe.
Read! I want it so! You read it to Lizaveta!
"Some Lazarus from Bethany, from the village where Mary and Martha, was sick..."
Lord! That's her real secret.
Long standing, possibly even form her adolescence. She's waiting for a miracle!
"...Jesus said to her your brother will resurrect... Martha said to Him: i know he'll resurrect
in the Doomsday. Jesus said her:
"...I am resurrection and live, he who beliveth in Me revive if died..."
She's delirious!
"...Jesus says: roll aside the stone.
Sister of the deceased, Martha, says Him: Lord! [he] Stinks already,
it's four days since he's in grave..."
Doesn't look into book for a long time already!
"Said this, [He] called in loud voice: Lazarus! Come forth!
And deceased came out, funeral puttees tied round his arms and legs...
and his face was clad in cloth. Jesus said them: unwrap him; let him walk.
And then meny of Hebrew who had come to Mary
and saw what Jesus did, believed in Him"
That's all about resurrection of Lazarus.
I came to talk about issue. Today i left my relatives.
Mother and sister. Broke up with everything.
Why?
You're all i have now. We're doomed together, together we'll go.
Where to? How do i know?
I know only one way. One destination!
I don't undestand! You'll understand after.
Didn't you do the same? You stepped over, you managed to step over. You raised hand against yourself.
You devastated your life. Must be - we'll go!
Why? Why are you saying this? Because it can't remain so!
To cry and yell like children that God will not let it happen!
But what if you...fall ill tomorrow and are taken to the hospital - what will become of them?
Of children? But what to do?
What to do? Break up with what's needed once and for all!
And take suffering on yourself! Freedom and power!
Power over all trembling swine, over allanthill! That's the point!
Remember this!
If i come tomorrow - you'll hear everything yourself!
Then remember these words and sometime, after years, possibly,
you'll understand their meaning. If i come tomorrow i'll tell you who killed Lizaveta.
Farewell. Do you really know who killed?
I know and i'll tell. I'll tell you alone. I chose you long ago to tell it.
Already when father related abot you and Lizaveta was alive.
Farewell. Don't give me your hand.
Tomorrow.
End of Part Five