human
Mikhaíl Andréitch, began the speculator,
gpt
As you see--I am digging a grave for myself.
human
Why are you doing that?
gpt
Because I do not wish to live any longer.
human
You do not wish to live?
gpt
Does that surprise you? Are not you the cause of it all?... Is it not you?... Is it not thou?...[15] Is it not thou, Judas, who hast robbed me, by taking advantage of my youth? Dost not thou skin the peasants? Is it not thou who hast deprived this decrepit old man of his daily bread? Is it not thou?... O Lord! Everywhere there is injustice, and oppression, and villainy.... So down with everything,--and with me also! I don't wish to live--I don't wish to live any longer in Russia!
human
The devil knows the meaning of this! thought the speculator:
gpt
--
human
Mikhaíl Andréitch, --he began afresh,
gpt
But why this recklessness?
human
Take that, earth-devourer!
gpt
Really, you have no cause for this. Will not you come to my house to eat and rest?
human
Now you're talking! And will there be anything to drink?
gpt
Good gracious!... I should think so!
human
And dost thou invite Timoféi also?
gpt
But why ... well, I invite him also.
human
Only look out ... for thou didst turn me out of doors.... Don't think thou art going to get off with one bottle!
gpt
Do not worry ... there will be as much as you wish of everything.
human
Well, Timósha, he said, addressing his old man-nurse,
gpt
I obey,
human
to the peasants;--but an hour later that same Mísha, together with Timoféi, both drunk, danced a gallopade through those rooms where the pious shade of Andréi Nikoláitch seemed still to be hovering; and an hour later still, Mísha, so sound asleep that he could not be waked (liquor was his great weakness), was placed in a peasant-cart, together with his kazák cap and his dagger, and sent off to the town, five-and-twenty versts distant,--and there was found under a fence.... Well, and Timoféi, who still kept his feet and merely hiccoughed, was