"Tut, tut, tut! , Fathers, , Alexey, awayfromhereforever, , mymostdutifulson, , whathaveyoutostayfor? ; insteadoflentenoil, ....I', vonSohn, don'tloseyourchance." Hewentout, shoutingandgesticulating.
ItwasatthatmomentRakitinsawhimandpointedhimouttoAlyosha.
"Alexey!" hisfathershouted, fromfaroff, catchingsightofhim."Youcomehometometo-day, forgood, andbringyourpillowandmattress, andleavenotracebehind."
Alyoshastoodrootedtothespot, , FyodorPavlovitchhadgotintothecarriage, , panting, 'sleftfootwasstillresting, andclutchingthecarriagehekepttryingtojumpin."Iamgoingwithyou!" hekeptshouting, laughingathinmirthfullaughwithalookofrecklessgleeinhisface."Takeme, too."
"There!" criedFyodorPavlovitch, delighted.", , howdidyoutearyourselfaway? WhatdidyouvonSohnthere? Andhowcouldyougetawayfromthedinner? Youmustbeabrazen-facedfellow! Iamthatmyself, butIamsurprisedatyou, brother! Jumpin, jumpin! Lethimpass, , vonSohn? , vonSohn!"
ButIvan, whohadbynowtakenhisseat, .
"Driveon!" Ivanshoutedangrilytothecoachman.
"Why, whatareyoudoing, whatareyouabout? Whydidyoudothat?" FyodorPavlovitchprotested.
.
"Well, youareafellow," FyodorPavlovitchsaidagain.
Afterapauseoftwominutes, lookingaskanceathisson, "Why, , ?"
"You'," Ivansnappedsullenly.
FyodorPavlovitchwassilentagainfortwominutes.
"Adropofbrandywouldbenicenow," heobservedsententiously, butIvanmadenoresponse.
"Youshallhavesome, too, whenwegethome."
Ivanwasstillsilent.
FyodorPavlovitchwaitedanothertwominutes.
"ButIshalltakeAlyoshaawayfromthemonastery, thoughyouwilldislikeitsomuch, mosthonoredKarlvonMoor."
Ivanshruggedhisshoulderscontemptuously, .
