, strangetosay, FyodorPavlovitch, whohadbeensogay, , anditwasalreadyaglasstoomuch.
"Getalongwithyou, Jesuits!" hecriedtotheservants."Goaway, Smerdyakov.I'llsendyouthegoldpieceIpromisedyouto-day, butbeoff! Don'tcry, ''tletussitinpeaceafterdinner," hesnappedpeevishly, astheservantspromptlywithdrewathisword.
"Smerdyakovalwayspokeshimselfinnow, 'syouhe'?" headdedtoIvan.
"Nothingwhatever," answeredIvan."He'spleasedtohaveahighopinionofme; he', however, whenthetimecomes."
"Forrevolution?"
", andbetteronesafter."
"Andwhenwillthetimecome?"
"Therocketwillgooffandfizzleout, , sofar."
"Ah, brother, butaBalaam'sasslikethatthinksandthinks, andthedevilknowswherehegetsto."
"He'sstoringupideas," saidIvan, smiling.
"Yousee, Iknowhecan'tbearme, noranyoneelse, evenyou, , 'tsteal, that'sonething, andhe'snotagossip, heholdshistongue, anddoesn', damnhim, isheworthtalkingaboutsomuch?"
"Ofcourseheisn't."
"Andasfortheideashemaybehatching, theRussianpeasant, generallyspeaking, ', anddon'tdeservetobepitied, andit'sagoodthingthey', 'veleftoffthrashingthepeasants, we'vegrownsoclever, .'Forwithwhatmeasureyemeteitshallbemeasuredtoyouagain,' orhowdoesitgo? Anyhow, ', ifyouonlyknewhowIhateRussia....Thatis, notRussia, butallthisvice! 'estdelacochonnerie....DoyouknowwhatIlike? Ilikewit."
"You''senough."
