"Whyhaven'tyoubeentoseeusforsolong, PavelFyodorovitch? Whydoyoualwayslookdownuponus?"
"Notatall," answeredaman'svoicepolitely, , andthatthewomanwasmakingadvances."IbelievethemanmustbeSmerdyakov," thoughtAlyosha, ", whohascomefromMoscow, theonewhowearsthedresswithatailandgoestoMarfaforsoup."
"Iamawfullyfondofversesofallkinds, iftheyrhyme," thewoman'svoicecontinued."Whydon'tyougoon?"
Themansangagain:
WhatdoIcareforroyalwealth
Ifbutmydearonebeinhealth?
Lordhavemercy
Onherandonme!
Onherandonme!
Onherandonme!
"Itwasevenbetterlasttime," observedthewoman'svoice."Yousang 'Ifmydarlingbeinhealth'; 'veforgottentoday."
"Poetryisrubbish!" saidSmerdyakovcurtly.
"Oh, no! Iamveryfondofpoetry."
"Sofarasit'spoetry, it', whoevertalksinrhyme? Andifwewerealltotalkinrhyme, eventhoughitweredecreedbygovernment, weshouldn'tsaymuch, shouldwe? Poetryisnogood, MaryaKondratyevna."
"Howcleveryouare! Howisityou'vegonesodeepintoeverything?" Thewoman'svoicewasmoreandmoreinsinuating.
", , , , andyourmammatoo, withgreatlackofdelicacy, setofftellingmethatherhairwaslikeamatonherhead, 'alittlebit,' likeeveryoneelse? Shewantedtomakeittouching, aregularpeasant', incomparisonwithaneducatedman? Hecan'tbesaidtohavefeelingatall, 'aweebit,' , MaryaKondratyevna."
"Ifyou'dbeenacadetinthearmy, orayounghussar, youwouldn'thavetalkedlikethat, butwouldhavedrawnyoursabertodefendallRussia."
"Idon'twanttobeahussar, MaryaKondratyevna, and, what'smore, Ishouldliketoabolishallsoldiers."
"Andwhenanenemycomes, whoisgoingtodefendus?"
