"Oh, yes, everything....Thatis...WhydoyousupposeIshouldn'tunderstandit? There'salotofnastinessinit, ofcourse....OfcourseIcanunderstandthatit'saphilosophicalnovelandwrittentoadvocateanidea...." Kolyawasgettingmixedbynow."IamaSocialist, Karamazov, IamanincurableSocialist," heannouncedsuddenly, aproposofnothing.
"ASocialist?" laughedAlyosha."Butwhenhaveyouhadtimetobecomeone? Why, Ithoughtyouwereonlythirteen?"
Kolyawinced.
"InthefirstplaceIamnotthirteen, butfourteen, fourteeninafortnight," heflushedangrily, "andinthesecondplaceIamatacompletelosstounderstandwhatmyagehastodowithit? Thequestioniswhataremyconvictions, notwhatismyage, isn'tit?"
"Whenyouareolder, you', too, thatyouwerenotexpressingyourownideas," Alyoshaansweredserenelyandmodestly, butKolyainterruptedhimhotly:
"Come, , forinstance, 'sso, isn'tit?"
"Ah, Iknowwhereyoureadthat, andIamsuresomeonetoldyouso!" criedAlyosha.
"Isay, whatmakesyouthinkIreadit? ....IamnotopposedtoChrist, , andifHewerealiveto-day, Hewouldbefoundintheranksoftherevolutionists, andwouldperhapsplayaconspicuouspart....There'snodoubtaboutthat."
"Oh, where, wheredidyougetthatfrom? Whatfoolhaveyoumadefriendswith?" exclaimedAlyosha.
"Come, thetruthwillout! , ofcourse, but...oldByelinskysaidthat, too, sotheysay."
"Byelinsky? Idon''twrittenthatanywhere."
"Ifhedidn'twriteit, ...butnevermind."
"AndhaveyoureadByelinsky?"
"Well, no...Ihaven'treadallofhim, but...IreadthepassageaboutTatyana, whyshedidn'tgooffwithOnyegin."
