LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. It was impossible; I'd been drawn in. Oh, Mítya, you get into this groove, and it isn't easy to get out again. Don't interrupt! You'll have a chance later. Well, then, listen! I caught cold in the town--it was winter; I stood in the cold, smartly dressed, in this coat! I was blowing on my fingers and jumping from foot to foot. Good people carried me to the hospital. When I began to get better and come to my senses, my drunken spell was over. Dread came over me! Horror seized me! How had I lived? What had I done? I began to feel melancholy; yes, such melancholy that it seemed better to die. And so I decided that when I got quite well, I would go on a pilgrimage, then go to my brother, and let him take me as a porter. This I did. I threw myself plump at his feet! "Be a father to me!" says I, "I have lived abominably--now I wish to reform." And do you know how my brother received me! He was ashamed, you see, that he had such a brother. "But you help me out," I said to him, "correct me, be kind to me, and I will be a man." "Not at all," says he, "where can I put you when important guests, rich merchants, and gentry come to see me? You'll be the death of me," says he! "With my feelings and intellect," says he, "I ought not to have been born in this family at all. See how I live," says he; "who'd ever guess that our father was a peasant! For me," says he, "this disgrace is enough, and then you must come and obtrude yourself again." He overwhelmed me as with thunder! After these words I went from bad to worse. "Oh, well," I thought, "deuce take him! He is very thick here. [_Points to his forehead_] He needs a lesson, the fool. Riches are no use to fools like us; they spoil us. You need to know how to manage money." [_Dozes off_] Mítya, I'll lie down here; I want to take a nap. MÍTYA. Do lie down, Lyubím Kárpych. LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Mítya, don't give me any money--that is, don't give me much; just give me a little. I'll take a nap here, and then go and warm myself a little, you understand! I only need a little--no, no! Don't be foolish! MÍTYA. [_Taking out money_] Here, take as much as you need. LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. I need ten kopeks. This is all silver; I don't need silver. Give me two kopeks more, that will be just right. [MÍTYA _gives them_] That's enough. You have a good heart, Mítya! [_Lies down_] My brother doesn't know how to appreciate you. Yes, I'll play a joke on him! For fools riches are an evil! Give money to a sensible man, and he'll do something with it. I walked about Moscow, I saw everything, everything!--I've been through a long course of study! You'd better not give money to a fool; he'll only go smash! Foh, foh, foh, brr! just like brother and like me, the brute! [_In a voice half asleep_] Mítya, I will come and spend the night with you. MÍTYA. Come on. The office is empty now--it's a holiday. LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Oh, but I'll play a funny joke on brother. [_Falls asleep_.