Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Idiot — Part I/Chapter I (1913<!--year of translation-->)

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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Idiot — Part I/Chapter I (1913<!--year of translation-->)

I was in a high fever when I got to Pskoff, and by nightfall I was lying delirious in the streets somewhere or other!"
"Oho! we'll make Nastasia Philipovna sing another song now!" giggled Lebedeff, rubbing his hands with glee. "Hey, my boy, we'll get her some proper earrings now! We'll get her such earrings that—"
"Look here," cried Rogojin, seizing him fiercely by the arm, "look here, if you so much as name Nastasia Philipovna again, I'll tan your hide as sure as you sit there!"
"Aha! do—by all means! if you tan my hide you won't turn me away from your society.
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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Idiot — Part I/Chapter I (1913<!--year of translation-->)

They've treated me like a dog! I've been ill of fever at Pskoff the whole time, and not a line, nor farthing of money, have I received from my mother or my confounded brother!"
"And now you'll have a million roubles, at least—goodness gracious me!" exclaimed the clerk, rubbing his hands.
"Five weeks since, I was just like yourself," continued Rogojin, addressing the prince, "with nothing but a bundle and the clothes I wore. I ran away from my father and came to Pskoff to my aunt's house, where I caved in at once with fever, and he went and died while I was away.
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Portrait of Fyodor Dostoevsky Fyodor Dostoevsky The Idiot — Part I/Chapter I (1913<!--year of translation-->)

Totski's the only man with any chance there. Oh, no! He takes her to his box at the opera at the French theatre of an evening, and the officers and people all look at her and say, 'By Jove, there's the famous Nastasia Philipovna!' but no one ever gets any further than that, for there is nothing more to say."
"Yes, it's quite true," said Rogojin, frowning gloomily; "so Zaleshoff told me. I was walking about the Nefsky one fine day, prince, in my father's old coat, when she suddenly came out of a shop and stepped into her carriage.
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