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«But I do condemn myself!» cried Mitya. «I shall escape, that was settled apart from you; could Mitya Karamazov do anything but run away? But I shall condemn myself, and I will pray for my sin for ever. That’s how the Jesuits talk, isn’t it? Just as we are doing?»
«Yes.» Alyosha smiled gently.
«I love you for always telling the whole truth and never hiding anything,» cried Mitya, with a joyful laugh. «So I’ve caught my Alyosha being Jesuitical. I must kiss you for that. Now listen to the rest; I’ll open the other side of my heart to you. This is what I planned and decided. If I run away, even with money and a passport, and even to America, I should be cheered up by the thought that I am not running away for pleasure, not for happiness, but to another exile as bad, perhaps, as Siberia. It is as bad, Alyosha, it is! I hate that America, damn it, already. Even though Grusha will be with me. Just look at her; is she an American? She is Russian, Russian to the marrow of her bones; she will be homesick for the mother country, and I shall see every hour that she is suffering for my sake, that she has taken up that cross for me. And what harm has she done? And how shall I, too, put up with the rabble out there, though they may be better than I, every one of them? I hate that America already! And though they may be wonderful at machinery, every one of them, damn them, they are not of my soul. I love Russia, Alyosha, I love the Russian God, though I am a scoundrel myself. I shall choke there!» he exclaimed, his eyes suddenly flashing. His voice was trembling with tears. «So this is what I’ve decided, Alyosha, listen,» he began again, mastering his emotion.
«As soon as I arrive there with Grusha, we will set to work at once on the land, in solitude, somewhere very remote, with wild bears. There must be some remote parts even there. I am told there are still Redskins there, somewhere, on the edge of the horizon. So to the
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country of the Last of the Mohicans, and there we’ll tackle the grammar at once, Grusha and I. Work and grammar- that’s how we’ll spend three years. And by that time we shall speak English like any Englishman. And as soon as we’ve learnt it- good-bye to America! We’ll run here to Russia as American citizens. Don’t be uneasy- we would not come to this little town. We’d hide somewhere, a long way off, in the north or in the south. I shall be changed by that time, and she will, too, in America. The doctors shall make me some sort of wart on my face- what’s the use of their being so mechanical!- or else I’ll put out one eye, let my beard grow a yard, and I shall turn grey, fretting for Russia. I dare say they won’t re-cognise us. And if they do, let them send us to Siberia- I don’t care. It will show it’s our fate. We’ll work on the land here, too, somewhere in the wilds, and I’ll make up as an American all my life. But we shall die on our own soil. That’s my plan, and it shan’t be altered. Do you approve?»
«Yes,» said Alyosha, not wanting to contradict him. Mitya paused for a minute and said suddenly:
«And how they worked it up at the trial! Didn’t they work it up!» «If they had not, you would have been convicted just the same,» said Alyosha, with a sigh.
«Yes, people are sick of me here! God bless them, but it’s hard,» Mitya moaned miserably. Again there was silence for a minute.
«Alyosha, put me out of my misery at once!» he exclaimed suddenly.
«Tell me, is she coming now, or not? Tell me? What did she say? How did she say it?» «She said she would come, but I don’t know whether she will come to-day. It’s hard for
her, you know,» Alyosha looked timidly at his brother.
«I should think it is hard for her! Alyosha, it will drive me out of my mind. Grusha keeps looking at me. She understands. My God, calm my heart: what is it I want? I want Katya! Do I understand what I want? It’s the headstrong, evil Karamazov spirit! No, I am not fit for suffering. I am a scoundrel, that’s all one can say.»
«Here she is!» cried Alyosha.
At that instant Katya appeared in the doorway. For a moment she stood still, gazing at Mitya with a dazed expression. He leapt pulsively to his feet, and a scared look came into his face. He turned pale, but a timid, pleading smile appeared on his lips at once, and with an irresistible impulse he held out both hands to Katya. Seeing it, she flew impetuously to him. She seized him by the hands, and almost by force made him sit down on the bed. She sat down beside him, and still keeping his hands pressed them violently. Several times they both strove to speak, but stopped short and again gazed speechless with a strange smile, their eyes fastened on one another. So passed two minutes.
«Have you forgiven me?» Mitya faltered at last, and at the same moment turning to Alyosha, his face working with joy, he cried, «Do you hear what I am asking, do you hear?»
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«That’s what I loved you for, that you are generous at heart!»
broke from Katya. «My forgiveness is no good to you, nor yours to me; whether you forgive me or not, you will always be a sore place in my heart, and I in yours- so it must be….» She stopped to take breath. «What have I come for?» she began again with nervous haste: «to embrace your feet, to press your hands like this, till it hurts- you remember how in Moscow I used to squeeze them- to tell you again that you are my god, my joy, to tell you that I love you madly,» she moaned in anguish, and suddenly pressed his hand greedily to her lips.
Tears streamed from her eyes. Alyosha stood speechless and confounded; he had never expected what he was seeing.
«Love is over, Mitya!» Katya began again, «But the past is painfully dear to me. Know that you will always be so. But now let what might have been come true for one minute,» she faltered, with a drawn smile, looking into his face joyfully again. «You love another wo-man, and I love another man, and yet I shall love you for ever, and you will love me; do you know that? Do you hear? Love me, love me all your life!» she cried, with a quiver almost of menace in her voice.
«I shall love you, and… do you know, Katya,» Mitya began, drawing a deep breath at each word, «do you know, five days ago, that same evening, I loved you…. When you fell down and were carried out… All my life! So it will be, so it will always be-«
So they murmured to one another frantic words, almost meaningless, perhaps not even true, but at that moment it was all true, and they both believed what they said implicitly.
«Katya,» cried Mitya suddenly, «do you believe I murdered him? I know you don’t believe it now, but then… when you gave evidence…. Surely, surely you did not believe it!»
«I did not believe it even then. I’ve never believed it. I hated you, and for a moment I persuaded myself. While I was giving evidence I persuaded myself and believed it, but when I’d finished speaking I left off believing it at once. Don’t doubt that! I have forgotten that I came here to punish myself,» she said, with a new expression in her voice, quite unlike the loving tones of a moment before.
«Woman, yours is a heavy burden,» broke, as it were, involuntarily from Mitya. «Let me go,» she whispered. «I’ll come again. It’s more than I can bear now.»
She was getting up from her place, but suddenly uttered a loud scream and staggered back. Grushenka walked suddenly and noiselessly into the room. No one had expected her. Katya moved swiftly to the door, but when she reached Grushenka, she stopped suddenly, turned as white as chalk and moaned softly, almost in a whisper: «Forgive me!»
Grushenka stared at her and, pausing for an instant, in a vindictive, venomous voice, answered:
«We are full of hatred, my girl, you and I! We are both full of hatred! As though we could forgive one another! Save him, and I’ll worship you all my life.»
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«You won’t forgive her!» cried Mitya, with frantic reproach.
«Don’t be anxious, I’ll save him for you!» Katya whispered rapidly, and she ran out of the room.
«And you could refuse to forgive her when she begged your forgiveness herself?’ Mitya
