The idiot / Идиот

“By five I drew up at the Ekshaisky inn. I waited there till dawn, and soon after six I was off, and at the old merchant Trepalaf’s.

“’camellias!’ I said, �father, save me, save me, let me have some camellias!’ He was a tall, grey old man – a terrible-looking old gentleman. �Not a bit of it,’ he says. �I won’t.’ Down I went on my knees. �don’t say so, don’t – think what you’re doing!’ I cried; �it’s a matter of life and death!’ �If that’s the case, take them,’ says he.

So up I get, and cut such a bouquet of red camellias! He had a whole greenhouse full of them – lovely ones. The old fellow sighs. I pull out a hundred roubles. �No, no!’ says he, �don’t insult me that way.’ �Oh, if that’s the case, give it to the village hospital,’ I say. �Ah,’ he says, �that’s quite a different matter; that’s good of you and generous. I’ll pay it in there for you with pleasure.’ I liked that old fellow, Russian to the core, de la vraie souche. I went home in raptures, but took another road in order to avoid Peter. Immediately on arriving I sent up the bouquet for Anfisa to see when she awoke.

“You may imagine her ecstasy, her gratitude. The wretched Platon, who had almost died since yesterday of the reproaches showered upon him, wept on my shoulder. Of course poor Peter had no chance after this.

“I thought he would cut my throat at first, and went about armed ready to meet him. But he took it differently; he fainted, and had brain fever and convulsions.

A month after, when he had hardly recovered, he went off to the Crimea, and there he was shot.

“I assure you this business left me no peace for many a long year. Why did I do it? I was not in love with her myself; I’m afraid it was simply mischief – pure ’cussedness’ on my part.

“If I hadn’t seized that bouquet from under his nose he might have been alive now, and a happy man. He might have been successful in life, and never have gone to fight the Turks.

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Totski ended his tale with the same dignity that had characterized its commencement.

Nastasia Philipovna’s eyes were flashing in a most unmistakable way, now; and her lips were all a-quiver by the time Totski finished his story.

All present watched both of them with curiosity.

“You were right, Totski,” said Nastasia, “it is a dull game and a stupid one. I’ll just tell my story, as I promised, and then we’ll play cards.