The last words she uttered in tears. Tears gushed from her eyes.
I must tell you, Alyosha began, his voice trembling too, what happened just now between him and my father.
The last words she uttered in tears. Tears gushed from her eyes.
I must tell you, Alyosha began, his voice trembling too, what happened just now between him and my father.
And he described the whole scene, how Dmitri had sent him to get the money, how he had broken in, knocked his father down, and after that had again specially and emphatically begged him to take his compliments and farewell. He went to that woman, Alyosha added softly.
And do you suppose that I cant put up with that woman? Does he think I cant? But he wont marry her, she suddenly laughed nervously. Could such a passion last for ever in a Karamazov? Its passion, not love. He wont marry her because she wont marry him. Again Katerina Ivanovna laughed strangely.
He may marry her, said Alyosha mournfully, looking down.
He wont marry her, I tell you. That girl is an angel. Do you know that? Do you know that? Katerina Ivanovna exclaimed suddenly with extraordinary warmth. She is one of the most fantastic of fantastic creatures. I know how bewitching she is, but I know too that she is kind, firm and noble. Why do you look at me like that, Alexey Fyodorovitch? Perhaps you are wondering at my words, perhaps you dont believe me? Agrafena Alexandrovna, my angel! she cried suddenly to some one, peeping into the next room, come in to us. This is a friend. This is Alyosha. He knows all about our affairs. Show yourself to him.
Ive only been waiting behind the curtain for you to call me, said a soft, one might even say sugary, feminine voice.
The portière was raised and Grushenka herself, smiling and beaming, came up to the table. A violent revulsion passed over Alyosha. He fixed his eyes on her and could not take them off. Here she was, that awful woman, the beast, as Ivan had called her half an hour before. And yet one would have thought the creature standing before him most simple and ordinary, a goodnatured, kind woman, handsome certainly, but so like other handsome ordinary women! It is true she was very, very goodlooking with that Russian beauty so passionately loved by many men. She was a rather tall woman, though a little shorter than Katerina Ivanovna, who was exceptionally tall. She had a full figure, with soft, as it were, noiseless, movements, softened to a peculiar oversweetness, like her voice. She moved, not like Katerina Ivanovna, with a vigorous, bold step, but noiselessly. Her feet made absolutely no sound on the floor. She sank softly into a low chair, softly rustling her sumptuous black silk dress, and delicately nestling her milkwhite neck and broad shoulders in a costly cashmere shawl. She was twentytwo years old, and her face looked exactly that age. She was very white in the face, with a pale pink tint on her cheeks. The modeling of her face might be said to be too broad, and the lower jaw was set a trifle forward. Her upper lip was thin, but the slightly prominent lower lip was at least twice as full, and looked pouting. But her magnificent, abundant dark brown hair, her sablecolored eyebrows and charming grayblue eyes with their long lashes would have made the most indifferent person, meeting her casually in a crowd in the street, stop at the sight of her face and remember it long after. What struck Alyosha most in that face was its expression of childlike good nature. There was a childlike look in her eyes, a look of childish delight. She came up to the table, beaming with delight and seeming to expect something with childish, impatient, and confiding curiosity. The light in her eyes gladdened the soulAlyosha felt that. There was something else in her which he could not understand, or would not have been able to define, and which yet perhaps unconsciously affected him. It was that softness, that voluptuousness of her bodily movements, that catlike noiselessness. Yet it was a vigorous, ample body. Under the shawl could be seen full broad shoulders, a high, still quite girlish bosom. Her figure suggested the lines of the Venus of Milo, though already in somewhat exaggerated proportions. That could be divined. Connoisseurs of Russian beauty could have foretold with certainty that this fresh, still youthful beauty would lose its harmony by the age of thirty, would spread; that the face would become puffy, and that wrinkles would very soon appear upon her forehead and round the eyes; the complexion would grow coarse and red perhapsin fact, that it was the beauty of the moment, the fleeting beauty which is so often met with in Russian women. Alyosha, of course, did not think of this; but though he was fascinated, yet he wondered with an unpleasant sensation, and as it were regretfully, why she drawled in that way and could not speak naturally. She did so evidently feeling there was a charm in the exaggerated, honeyed modulation of the syllables. It was, of course, only a bad, underbred habit that showed bad education and a false idea of good manners. And yet this intonation and manner of speaking impressed Alyosha as almost incredibly incongruous with the childishly simple and happy expression of her face, the soft, babyish joy in her eyes. Katerina Ivanovna at once made her sit down in an armchair facing Alyosha, and ecstatically kissed her several times on her smiling lips. She seemed quite in love with her.
This is the first time weve met, Alexey Fyodorovitch, she said rapturously. I wanted to know her, to see her. I wanted to go to her, but Id no sooner expressed the wish than she came to me. I knew we should settle everything togethereverything. My heart told me soI was begged not to take the step, but I foresaw it would be a way out of the difficulty, and I was not mistaken. Grushenka has explained everything to me, told me all she means to do. She flew here like an angel of goodness and brought us peace and joy.
You did not disdain me, sweet, excellent young lady, drawled Grushenka in her singsong voice, still with the same charming smile of delight.
Dont dare to speak to me like that, you sorceress, you witch! Disdain you! Here, I must kiss your lower lip once more. It looks as though it were swollen, and now it will be more so, and more and more. Look how she laughs, Alexey Fyodorovitch! It does ones heart good to see the angel.
Alyosha flushed, and faint, imperceptible shivers kept running down him.
You make so much of me, dear young lady, and perhaps I am not at all worthy of your kindness.
Not worthy! Shes not worthy of it! Katerina Ivanovna cried again with the same warmth. You know, Alexey Fyodorovitch, were fanciful, were selfwilled, but proudest of the proud in our little heart. Were noble, were generous, Alexey Fyodorovitch, let me tell you. We have only been unfortunate. We were too ready to make every sacrifice for an unworthy, perhaps, or fickle man. There was one manone, an officer too, we loved him, we sacrificed everything to him. That was long ago, five years ago, and he has forgotten us, he has married. Now he is a widower, he has written, he is coming here, and, do you know, weve loved him, none but him, all this time, and weve loved him all our life! He will come, and Grushenka will be happy again. For the last five years shes been wretched. But who can reproach her, who can boast of her favor? Only that bedridden old merchant, but he is more like her father, her friend, her protector. He found her then in despair, in agony, deserted by the man she loved. She was ready to drown herself then, but the old merchant saved hersaved her!
You defend me very kindly, dear young lady. You are in a great hurry about everything, Grushenka drawled again.
Defend you! Is it for me to defend you? Should I dare to defend you? Grushenka, angel, give me your hand. Look at that charming soft little hand, Alexey Fyodorovitch! Look at it! It has brought me happiness and has lifted me up, and Im going to kiss it, outside and inside, here, here, here!
Defend you! Is it for me to defend you? Should I dare to defend you? Grushenka, angel, give me your hand. Look at that charming soft little hand, Alexey Fyodorovitch! Look at it! It has brought me happiness and has lifted me up, and Im going to kiss it, outside and inside, here, here, here!
And three times she kissed the certainly charming, though rather fat, hand of Grushenka in a sort of rapture. She held out her hand with a charming musical, nervous little laugh, watched the sweet young lady, and obviously liked having her hand kissed.
Perhaps theres rather too much rapture, thought Alyosha. He blushed. He felt a peculiar uneasiness at heart the whole time.
You wont make me blush, dear young lady, kissing my hand like this before Alexey Fyodorovitch.
Do you think I meant to make you blush? said Katerina Ivanovna, somewhat surprised. Ah, my dear, how little you understand me!
Yes, and you too perhaps quite misunderstand me, dear young lady. Maybe Im not so good as I seem to you. Ive a bad heart; I will have my own way. I fascinated poor Dmitri Fyodorovitch that day simply for fun.
But now youll save him. Youve given me your word. Youll explain it all to him. Youll break to him that you have long loved another man, who is now offering you his hand.
Oh, no! I didnt give you my word to do that. It was you kept talking about that. I didnt give you my word.
Then I didnt quite understand you, said Katerina Ivanovna slowly, turning a little pale. You promised
Oh, no, angel lady, Ive promised nothing, Grushenka interrupted softly and evenly, still with the same gay and simple expression. You see at once, dear young lady, what a willful wretch I am compared with you. If I want to do a thing I do it. I may have made you some promise just now. But now again Im thinking: I may take to Mitya again. I liked him very much onceliked him for almost a whole hour. Now maybe I shall go and tell him to stay with me from this day forward. You see, Im so changeable.
Just now you saidsomething quite different, Katerina Ivanovna whispered faintly.
Ah, just now! But, you know. Im such a softhearted, silly creature. Only think what hes gone through on my account! What if when I go home I feel sorry for him? What then?
I never expected
Ah, young lady, how good and generous you are compared with me! Now perhaps you wont care for a silly creature like me, now you know my character. Give me your sweet little hand, angelic lady, she said tenderly, and with a sort of reverence took Katerina Ivanovnas hand.