FÉDYA. Yes, it was; and that perhaps is why I could not find
satisfaction in the family life she provided for me, but was always
seeking something, and being carried away. However, that sounds like
excusing myself. I don't want to, and can't, excuse myself. I was (I say
with assurance, _was_) a bad husband. I say _was_, because in my
consciousness I am not, and have long not been, her husband. I consider
her perfectly free. So there you have my answer to your question.
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. Yes, but you know Victor's family, and himself too. His
relation to Elisabeth Andréyevna is, and has been all through, most
respectful and distant. He assisted her when she was in trouble ...
FÉDYA. Yes, I by my dissipation helped to draw them together. What's to
be done? It had to be so!
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. You know the strictly Orthodox convictions of that
family. Having myself a broader outlook on things, I do not share them;
but I respect and understand them. I understand that for him, and
especially for his mother, union with a woman without a Church marriage
is unthinkable.
FÉDYA. Yes, I know his stu ... his strictness, his conservatism in these
matters. But what do they want? A divorce? I told them long ago that I
am quite willing; but the business of taking the blame on myself, and
all the lies connected with it, are very trying....[21]
[21] Under the Russian law divorce was only obtainable if ocular
evidence of adultery was forthcoming, and a great deal of perjury was
usually involved in such cases.
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. I quite understand you, and sympathise. But how can it
be avoided? I think it might be arranged that way--but you are right. It
is dreadful, and I quite understand you.
FÉDYA [pressing the Prince's hand] Thank you, dear Prince! I always knew
you were a kind and honourable man. Tell me what to do. How am I to act?
Put yourself in my place. I am not trying to improve. I am a
good-for-nothing; but there are things I cannot do quietly. I cannot
quietly tell lies.
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. I don't understand you! You, a capable, intelligent
man, so sensitive to what is good--how can you let yourself be so
carried away--so forget what you expect of yourself? How have you ruined
your life and come to this?
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