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Drive on, Andrey! Whip them up! Look alive! he cried, beside himself. But maybe theyre not in bed! Andrey went on after a pause. Timofey said there were a lot of them there At the station? Not at the posting-station, but at Plastunovs, at the inn, where they let out horses, too. I know. So you say there are a lot of them? Hows that? Who are they? cried Mitya, greatly dismayed at this unexpected news. Well, Timofey was saying theyre all gentlefolk. Two from our townwho they are I cant sayand there are two others, strangers, maybe more besides. I didnt ask particularly. Theyve set to playing cards, so Timofey said. Cards? So, maybe theyre not in bed if theyre at cards. Its most likely not more than eleven. Quicker, Andrey! Quicker! Mitya cried again, nervously. May I ask you something, sir? said Andrey, after a pause. Only Im afraid of angering you, sir. What is it? Why, Fenya threw herself at your feet just now, and begged you not to harm her mistress, and some one else, too so you see, sir Its I am taking you there forgive me, sir, its my conscience maybe its stupid of me to speak of it Mitya suddenly seized him by the shoulders from behind. Are you a driver? he asked frantically. Yes, sir Then you know that one has to make way. What would you say to a driver who wouldnt make way for any one, but would just drive on and crush people? No, a driver mustnt run over people. One cant run over a man. One cant spoil peoples lives. And if you have spoilt a lifepunish yourself if only youve spoilt, if only youve ruined any ones lifepunish yourself and go away. These phrases burst from Mitya almost hysterically. Though Andrey was surprised at him, he kept up the conversation. Thats right, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, youre quite right, one mustnt crush or torment a man, or any kind of creature, for every creature is created by God. Take a horse, for instance, for some folks, even among us drivers, drive anyhow. Nothing will restrain them, they just force it along. To hell? Mitya interrupted, and went off into his abrupt, short laugh. Andrey, simple soul, he seized him by the shoulders again, tell me, will Dmitri Fyodorovitch Karamozov go to hell, or not, what do you think? I dont know, darling, it depends on you, for you are you see, sir, when the Son of God was nailed on the Cross and died, He went straight down to hell from the Cross, and set free all sinners that were in agony. And the devil groaned, because he thought that he would get no more sinners in hell. And God said to him, then, Dont groan, for you shall have all the mighty of the earth, the rulers, the chief judges, |
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