Brothers -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Russia -- Social life and customs -- 1533-1917 -- Fiction
“Alyosha, I should be very glad to meet you to-morrow morning,” said
Ivan cordially, standing up. His cordiality was a complete surprise to
Alyosha.
“I shall be at the Hohlakovs’ to-morrow,” answered Alyosha, “I may be
at Katerina Ivanovna’s, too, if I don’t find her now.”
“But you’re going to her now, anyway? For that ‘compliments and
farewell,’” said Ivan smiling. Alyosha was disconcerted.
“I think I quite understand his exclamations just now, and part of what
went before. Dmitri has asked you to go to her and say that he—well, in
fact—takes his leave of her?”
“Brother, how will all this horror end between father and Dmitri?”
exclaimed Alyosha.
“One can’t tell for certain. Perhaps in nothing: it may all fizzle out.
That woman is a beast. In any case we must keep the old man indoors and
not let Dmitri in the house.”
“Brother, let me ask one thing more: has any man a right to look at
other men and decide which is worthy to live?”
“Why bring in the question of worth? The matter is most often decided
in men’s hearts on other grounds much more natural. And as for
rights—who has not the right to wish?”
“Not for another man’s death?”
“What even if for another man’s death? Why lie to oneself since all men
live so and perhaps cannot help living so. Are you referring to what I
said just now—that one reptile will devour the other? In that case let
me ask you, do you think me like Dmitri capable of shedding Æsop’s
blood, murdering him, eh?”
“What are you saying, Ivan? Such an idea never crossed my mind. I don’t
think Dmitri is capable of it, either.”
“Thanks, if only for that,” smiled Ivan. “Be sure, I should always
defend him. But in my wishes I reserve myself full latitude in this
case. Good-by till to-morrow. Don’t condemn me, and don’t look on me as
a villain,” he added with a smile.
They shook hands warmly as they had never done before. Alyosha felt
that his brother had taken the first step towards him, and that he had
certainly done this with some definite motive.
Chapter X.
Both Together
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