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A ring was heard. The boy sprang up from his place and ran out. A minute later a lady came into the room with a little girl; this was Olga Ivanovna, Alyoshas mother. Alyosha followed them in, skipping and jumping, humming aloud and waving his hands. Belyaev nodded, and went on walking up and down. Of course, whose fault is it if not mine? he muttered with a snort. He is right! He is an injured husband. What are you talking about? asked Olga Ivanovna. What about? Why, just listen to the tales your lawful spouse is spreading now! It appears that I am a scoundrel and a villain, that I have ruined you and the children. All of you are unhappy, and I am the only happy one! Wonderfully, wonderfully happy! I dont understand, Nikolay. Whats the matter? Why, listen to this young gentleman! said Belyaev, pointing to Alyosha. Alyosha flushed crimson, then turned pale, and his whole face began working with terror. Nikolay Ilyitch, he said in a loud whisper. Sh-sh! Olga Ivanovna looked in surprise at Alyosha, then at Belyaev, then at Alyosha again. Just ask him, Belyaev went on. Your Pelagea, like a regular fool, takes them about to restaurants and arranges meetings with their papa. But thats not the point: the point is that their dear papa is a victim, while Im a wretch who has broken up both your lives. Nikolay Ilyitch, moaned Alyosha. Why, you promised on your word of honour! Oh, get away! said Belyaev, waving him off. This is more important than any word of honour. Its the hypocrisy revolts me, the lying! I dont understand it, said Olga Ivanovna, and tears glistened in her eyes. Tell me, Alyosha, she turned to her son. Do you see your father? Alyosha did not hear her; he was looking with horror at Belyaev. Its impossible, said his mother; I will go and question Pelagea. Olga Ivanovna went out. I say, you promised on your word of honour! said Alyosha, trembling all over. Belyaev dismissed him with a wave of his hand, and went on walking up and down. He was absorbed in his grievance and was oblivious of the boys presence, as he always had been. He, a grown-up, serious person, had no thought to spare for boys. And Alyosha sat down in the corner and told Sonia with horror how he had been deceived. He was trembling, stammering, and crying. It was the first time in his life that he had been brought into such coarse contact with lying; till then he had not known that there are in the world, besides sweet pears, pies, and expensive watches, a great many things for which the language of children has no expression. 1886 |
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