["[Event happened on 2024-01-01 The user is reading a book]\n<User> Chapter VIII. The Third And Last Interview With Smerdyakov\n\n\nWhen he was half-way there, the keen dry wind that had been blowing early\nthat morning rose again, and a fine dry snow began falling thickly. It did\nnot lie on the ground, but was whirled about by the wind, and soon there\nwas a regular snowstorm. There were scarcely any lamp-posts in the part of\nthe town where Smerdyakov lived. Ivan strode alone in the darkness,\nunconscious of the storm, instinctively picking out his way. His head\nached and there was a painful throbbing in his temples. He felt that his\nhands were twitching convulsively. Not far from Marya Kondratyevna's\ncottage, Ivan suddenly came upon a solitary drunken little peasant. He was\nwearing a coarse and patched coat, and was walking in zigzags, grumbling\nand swearing to himself. Then suddenly he would begin singing in a husky\ndrunken voice:\n\n\n    \"Ach, Vanka's gone to Petersburg;\n    I won't wait till he comes back.\" But he broke off every time at the second line and began swearing again;\nthen he would begin the same song again. Ivan felt an intense hatred for\nhim before he had thought about him at all. Suddenly he realized his\npresence and felt an irresistible impulse to knock him down. At that\nmoment they met, and the peasant with a violent lurch fell full tilt\nagainst Ivan, who pushed him back furiously. The peasant went flying\nbackwards and fell like a log on the frozen ground. He uttered one\nplaintive \"O--oh!\" and then was silent. Ivan stepped up to him. He was\nlying on his back, without movement or consciousness. \"He will be frozen,\"\nthought Ivan, and he went on his way to Smerdyakov's. In the passage, Marya Kondratyevna, who ran out to open the door with a\ncandle in her hand, whispered that Smerdyakov was very ill, \"It's not that\nhe's laid up, but he seems not himself, and he even told us to take the\ntea away; he wouldn't have any.\" \"Why, does he make a row?\" asked Ivan coarsely. \"Oh, dear, no, quite the contrary, he's very quiet. Only please don't talk\nto him too long,\" Marya Kondratyevna begged him. Ivan opened the door and\nstepped into the room. It was over-heated as before, but there were changes in the room. One of\nthe benches at the side had been removed, and in its place had been put a\nlarge old mahogany leather sofa, on which a bed had been made up, with\nfairly clean white pillows. Smerdyakov was sitting on the sofa, wearing\nthe same dressing-gown. The table had been brought out in front of the\nsofa, so that there was hardly room to move. On the table lay a thick book\nin yellow cover, but Smerdyakov was not reading it. He seemed to be\nsitting doing nothing. He met Ivan with a slow silent gaze, and was\napparently not at all surprised at his coming. There was a great change in\nhis face; he was much thinner and sallower. His eyes were sunken and there\nwere blue marks under them. \"Why, you really are ill?\" Ivan stopped short. \"I won't keep you long, I\nwon't even take off my coat. Where can one sit down?\" He went to the other end of the table, moved up a chair and sat down on\nit. \"Why do you look at me without speaking? I've only come with one question,\nand I swear I won't go without an answer. Has the young lady, Katerina\nIvanovna, been with you?\" Smerdyakov still remained silent, looking quietly at Ivan as before. Suddenly, with a motion of his hand, he turned his face away. \"What's the matter with you?\" cried Ivan. \"Nothing.\" \"What do you mean by 'nothing'?\" \"Yes, she has. It's no matter to you. Let me alone.\" \"No, I won't let you alone. Tell me, when was she here?\" \"Why, I'd quite forgotten about her,\" said Smerdyakov, with a scornful\nsmile, and turning his face to Ivan again, he stared at him with a look of\nfrenzied hatred, the same look that he had fixed on him at their last\ninterview, a month before. \"You seem very ill yourself, your face is sunken; you don't look like\nyourself,\" he said to Ivan. \"Never mind my health, tell me what I ask you.\" \"But why are your eyes so yellow? The whites are quite yellow. Are you so\nworried?\" He smiled contemptuously and suddenly laughed outright. \"Listen; I've told you I won't go away without an answer!\" Ivan cried,\nintensely irritated. \"Why do you keep pestering me? Why do you torment me?\" said Smerdyakov,\nwith a look of suffering. \"Damn it! I've nothing to do with you. Just answer my question and I'll go\naway.\" \"I've no answer to give you,\" said Smerdyakov, looking down again. \"You may be sure I'll make you answer!\" \"Why are you so uneasy?\" Smerdyakov stared at him, not simply with\ncontempt, but almost with repulsion. \"Is this because the trial begins to-\nmorrow? Nothing will happen to you; can't you believe that at last? Go\nhome, go to bed and sleep in peace, don't be afraid of anything.\" \"I don't understand you.... What have I to be afraid of to-morrow?\" Ivan\narticulated in astonishment, and suddenly a chill breath of fear did in\nfact pass over his soul. Smerdyakov measured him with his eyes. \"You don't understand?\" he drawled reproachfully. \"It's a strange thing a\nsensible man should care to play such a farce!\" Ivan looked at him speechless. The startling, incredibly supercilious tone\nof this man who had once been his valet, was extraordinary in itself. He\nhad not taken such a tone even at their last interview. \"I tell you, you've nothing to be afraid of. I won't say anything about\nyou; there's no proof against you. I say, how your hands are trembling! Why are your fingers moving like that? Go home, _you_ did not murder him.\" Ivan started. He remembered Alyosha. \"I know it was not I,\" he faltered. \"Do you?\" Smerdyakov caught him up again. Ivan jumped up and seized him by the shoulder. \"Tell me everything, you viper! Tell me everything!\" Smerdyakov was not in the least scared. He only riveted his eyes on Ivan\nwith insane hatred. \"Well, it was you who murdered him, if that's it,\" he whispered furiously. Ivan sank back on his chair, as though pondering something. He laughed\nmalignantly. \"You mean my going away. What you talked about last time?\" \"You stood before me last time and understood it all, and you understand\nit now.\" \"All I understand is that you are mad.\" \"Aren't you tired of it? Here we are face to face; what's the use of going\non keeping up a farce to each other? Are you still trying to throw it all\non me, to my face? _You_ murdered him; you are the real murderer, I was\nonly your instrument, your faithful servant, and it was following your\nwords I did it.\" \"_Did_ it? Why, did you murder him?\" Ivan turned cold. Something seemed to give way in his brain, and he shuddered all over with\na cold shiver. Then Smerdyakov himself looked at him wonderingly; probably\nthe genuineness of Ivan's horror struck him. \"You don't mean to say you really did not know?\" he faltered\nmistrustfully, looking with a forced smile into his eyes. Ivan still gazed\nat him, and seemed unable to speak. Ach, Vanka's gone to Petersburg;\n    I won't wait till he comes back,\n\n\nsuddenly echoed in his head. \"Do you know, I am afraid that you are a dream, a phantom sitting before\nme,\" he muttered. \"There's no phantom here, but only us two and one other. No doubt he is\nhere, that third, between us.\" \"Who is he? Who is here? What third person?\" Ivan cried in alarm, looking\nabout him, his eyes hastily searching in every corner. \"That third is God Himself--Providence. He is the third beside us now. Only\ndon't look for Him, you won't find Him.\" \"It's a lie that you killed him!\" Ivan cried madly. \"You are mad, or\nteasing me again!\" Smerdyakov, as before, watched him curiously, with no sign of fear.\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-01, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far.", "[Event happened on 2024-01-02 The user is reading a book]\n<User> He\ncould still scarcely get over his incredulity; he still fancied that Ivan\nknew everything and was trying to \"throw it all on him to his face.\" \"Wait a minute,\" he said at last in a weak voice, and suddenly bringing up\nhis left leg from under the table, he began turning up his trouser leg. He\nwas wearing long white stockings and slippers. Slowly he took off his\ngarter and fumbled to the bottom of his stocking. Ivan gazed at him, and\nsuddenly shuddered in a paroxysm of terror. \"He's mad!\" he cried, and rapidly jumping up, he drew back, so that he\nknocked his back against the wall and stood up against it, stiff and\nstraight. He looked with insane terror at Smerdyakov, who, entirely\nunaffected by his terror, continued fumbling in his stocking, as though he\nwere making an effort to get hold of something with his fingers and pull\nit out. At last he got hold of it and began pulling it out. Ivan saw that\nit was a piece of paper, or perhaps a roll of papers. Smerdyakov pulled it\nout and laid it on the table. \"Here,\" he said quietly. \"What is it?\" asked Ivan, trembling. \"Kindly look at it,\" Smerdyakov answered, still in the same low tone. Ivan stepped up to the table, took up the roll of paper and began\nunfolding it, but suddenly he drew back his fingers, as though from\ncontact with a loathsome reptile. \"Your hands keep twitching,\" observed Smerdyakov, and he deliberately\nunfolded the bundle himself. Under the wrapper were three packets of\nhundred-rouble notes. \"They are all here, all the three thousand roubles; you need not count\nthem. Take them,\" Smerdyakov suggested to Ivan, nodding at the notes. Ivan\nsank back in his chair. He was as white as a handkerchief. \"You frightened me ... with your stocking,\" he said, with a strange grin. \"Can you really not have known till now?\" Smerdyakov asked once more. \"No, I did not know. I kept thinking of Dmitri. Brother, brother! Ach!\" He\nsuddenly clutched his head in both hands. \"Listen. Did you kill him alone? With my brother's help or without?\" \"It was only with you, with your help, I killed him, and Dmitri\nFyodorovitch is quite innocent.\" \"All right, all right. Talk about me later. Why do I keep on trembling? I\ncan't speak properly.\" \"You were bold enough then. You said 'everything was lawful,' and how\nfrightened you are now,\" Smerdyakov muttered in surprise. \"Won't you have\nsome lemonade? I'll ask for some at once. It's very refreshing. Only I\nmust hide this first.\" And again he motioned at the notes. He was just going to get up and call\nat the door to Marya Kondratyevna to make some lemonade and bring it them,\nbut, looking for something to cover up the notes that she might not see\nthem, he first took out his handkerchief, and as it turned out to be very\ndirty, took up the big yellow book that Ivan had noticed at first lying on\nthe table, and put it over the notes. The book was _The Sayings of the\nHoly Father Isaac the Syrian_. Ivan read it mechanically. \"I won't have any lemonade,\" he said. \"Talk of me later. Sit down and tell\nme how you did it. Tell me all about it.\" \"You'd better take off your greatcoat, or you'll be too hot.\" Ivan, as\nthough he'd only just thought of it, took off his coat, and, without\ngetting up from his chair, threw it on the bench. \"Speak, please, speak.\" He seemed calmer. He waited, feeling sure that Smerdyakov would tell him\n_all_ about it. \"How it was done?\" sighed Smerdyakov. \"It was done in a most natural way,\nfollowing your very words.\" \"Of my words later,\" Ivan broke in again, apparently with complete self-\npossession, firmly uttering his words, and not shouting as before. \"Only\ntell me in detail how you did it. Everything, as it happened. Don't forget\nanything. The details, above everything, the details, I beg you.\" \"You'd gone away, then I fell into the cellar.\" \"In a fit or in a sham one?\" \"A sham one, naturally. I shammed it all. I went quietly down the steps to\nthe very bottom and lay down quietly, and as I lay down I gave a scream,\nand struggled, till they carried me out.\" \"Stay! And were you shamming all along, afterwards, and in the hospital?\" \"No, not at all. Next day, in the morning, before they took me to the\nhospital, I had a real attack and a more violent one than I've had for\nyears. For two days I was quite unconscious.\" \"All right, all right. Go on.\" \"They laid me on the bed. I knew I'd be the other side of the partition,\nfor whenever I was ill, Marfa Ignatyevna used to put me there, near them. She's always been very kind to me, from my birth up. At night I moaned,\nbut quietly. I kept expecting Dmitri Fyodorovitch to come.\" \"Expecting him? To come to you?\" \"Not to me. I expected him to come into the house, for I'd no doubt that\nhe'd come that night, for being without me and getting no news, he'd be\nsure to come and climb over the fence, as he used to, and do something.\" \"And if he hadn't come?\" \"Then nothing would have happened. I should never have brought myself to\nit without him.\" \"All right, all right ... speak more intelligibly, don't hurry; above all,\ndon't leave anything out!\" \"I expected him to kill Fyodor Pavlovitch. I thought that was certain, for\nI had prepared him for it ... during the last few days.... He knew about\nthe knocks, that was the chief thing. With his suspiciousness and the fury\nwhich had been growing in him all those days, he was bound to get into the\nhouse by means of those taps. That was inevitable, so I was expecting\nhim.\" \"Stay,\" Ivan interrupted; \"if he had killed him, he would have taken the\nmoney and carried it away; you must have considered that. What would you\nhave got by it afterwards? I don't see.\" \"But he would never have found the money. That was only what I told him,\nthat the money was under the mattress. But that wasn't true. It had been\nlying in a box. And afterwards I suggested to Fyodor Pavlovitch, as I was\nthe only person he trusted, to hide the envelope with the notes in the\ncorner behind the ikons, for no one would have guessed that place,\nespecially if they came in a hurry. So that's where the envelope lay, in\nthe corner behind the ikons. It would have been absurd to keep it under\nthe mattress; the box, anyway, could be locked. But all believe it was\nunder the mattress. A stupid thing to believe. So if Dmitri Fyodorovitch\nhad committed the murder, finding nothing, he would either have run away\nin a hurry, afraid of every sound, as always happens with murderers, or he\nwould have been arrested. So I could always have clambered up to the ikons\nand have taken away the money next morning or even that night, and it\nwould have all been put down to Dmitri Fyodorovitch. I could reckon upon\nthat.\" \"But what if he did not kill him, but only knocked him down?\" \"If he did not kill him, of course, I would not have ventured to take the\nmoney, and nothing would have happened. But I calculated that he would\nbeat him senseless, and I should have time to take it then, and then I'd\nmake out to Fyodor Pavlovitch that it was no one but Dmitri Fyodorovitch\nwho had taken the money after beating him.\" \"Stop ... I am getting mixed. Then it was Dmitri after all who killed him;\nyou only took the money?\" \"No, he didn't kill him. Well, I might as well have told you now that he\nwas the murderer.... But I don't want to lie to you now, because ...\nbecause if you really haven't understood till now, as I see for myself,\nand are not pretending, so as to throw your guilt on me to my very face,\nyou are still responsible for it all, since you knew of the murder and\ncharged me to do it, and went away knowing all about it. And so I want to\nprove to your face this evening that you are the only real murderer in the\nwhole affair, and I am not the real murderer, though I did kill him. You\nare the rightful murderer.\"\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-02, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far.", "[Event happened on 2024-01-04 The user is reading a book]\n<User> \"Why, why, am I a murderer? Oh, God!\" Ivan cried, unable to restrain\nhimself at last, and forgetting that he had put off discussing himself\ntill the end of the conversation. \"You still mean that Tchermashnya? Stay,\ntell me, why did you want my consent, if you really took Tchermashnya for\nconsent? How will you explain that now?\" \"Assured of your consent, I should have known that you wouldn't have made\nan outcry over those three thousand being lost, even if I'd been\nsuspected, instead of Dmitri Fyodorovitch, or as his accomplice; on the\ncontrary, you would have protected me from others.... And when you got\nyour inheritance you would have rewarded me when you were able, all the\nrest of your life. For you'd have received your inheritance through me,\nseeing that if he had married Agrafena Alexandrovna, you wouldn't have had\na farthing.\" \"Ah! Then you intended to worry me all my life afterwards,\" snarled Ivan. \"And what if I hadn't gone away then, but had informed against you?\" \"What could you have informed? That I persuaded you to go to Tchermashnya? That's all nonsense. Besides, after our conversation you would either have\ngone away or have stayed. If you had stayed, nothing would have happened. I should have known that you didn't want it done, and should have\nattempted nothing. As you went away, it meant you assured me that you\nwouldn't dare to inform against me at the trial, and that you'd overlook\nmy having the three thousand. And, indeed, you couldn't have prosecuted me\nafterwards, because then I should have told it all in the court; that is,\nnot that I had stolen the money or killed him--I shouldn't have said\nthat--but that you'd put me up to the theft and the murder, though I didn't\nconsent to it. That's why I needed your consent, so that you couldn't have\ncornered me afterwards, for what proof could you have had? I could always\nhave cornered you, revealing your eagerness for your father's death, and I\ntell you the public would have believed it all, and you would have been\nashamed for the rest of your life.\" \"Was I then so eager, was I?\" Ivan snarled again. \"To be sure you were, and by your consent you silently sanctioned my doing\nit.\" Smerdyakov looked resolutely at Ivan. He was very weak and spoke\nslowly and wearily, but some hidden inner force urged him on. He evidently\nhad some design. Ivan felt that. \"Go on,\" he said. \"Tell me what happened that night.\" \"What more is there to tell! I lay there and I thought I heard the master\nshout. And before that Grigory Vassilyevitch had suddenly got up and came\nout, and he suddenly gave a scream, and then all was silence and darkness. I lay there waiting, my heart beating; I couldn't bear it. I got up at\nlast, went out. I saw the window open on the left into the garden, and I\nstepped to the left to listen whether he was sitting there alive, and I\nheard the master moving about, sighing, so I knew he was alive. 'Ech!' I\nthought. I went to the window and shouted to the master, 'It's I.' And he\nshouted to me, 'He's been, he's been; he's run away.' He meant Dmitri\nFyodorovitch had been. 'He's killed Grigory!' 'Where?' I whispered. 'There, in the corner,' he pointed. He was whispering, too. 'Wait a bit,'\nI said. I went to the corner of the garden to look, and there I came upon\nGrigory Vassilyevitch lying by the wall, covered with blood, senseless. So\nit's true that Dmitri Fyodorovitch has been here, was the thought that\ncame into my head, and I determined on the spot to make an end of it, as\nGrigory Vassilyevitch, even if he were alive, would see nothing of it, as\nhe lay there senseless. The only risk was that Marfa Ignatyevna might wake\nup. I felt that at the moment, but the longing to get it done came over\nme, till I could scarcely breathe. I went back to the window to the master\nand said, 'She's here, she's come; Agrafena Alexandrovna has come, wants\nto be let in.' And he started like a baby. 'Where is she?' he fairly\ngasped, but couldn't believe it. 'She's standing there,' said I. 'Open.' He looked out of the window at me, half believing and half distrustful,\nbut afraid to open. 'Why, he is afraid of me now,' I thought. And it was\nfunny. I bethought me to knock on the window-frame those taps we'd agreed\nupon as a signal that Grushenka had come, in his presence, before his\neyes. He didn't seem to believe my word, but as soon as he heard the taps,\nhe ran at once to open the door. He opened it. I would have gone in, but\nhe stood in the way to prevent me passing. 'Where is she? Where is she?' He looked at me, all of a tremble. 'Well,' thought I, 'if he's so\nfrightened of me as all that, it's a bad look out!' And my legs went weak\nwith fright that he wouldn't let me in or would call out, or Marfa\nIgnatyevna would run up, or something else might happen. I don't remember\nnow, but I must have stood pale, facing him. I whispered to him, 'Why,\nshe's there, there, under the window; how is it you don't see her?' I\nsaid. 'Bring her then, bring her.' 'She's afraid,' said I; 'she was\nfrightened at the noise, she's hidden in the bushes; go and call to her\nyourself from the study.' He ran to the window, put the candle in the\nwindow. 'Grushenka,' he cried, 'Grushenka, are you here?' Though he cried\nthat, he didn't want to lean out of the window, he didn't want to move\naway from me, for he was panic-stricken; he was so frightened he didn't\ndare to turn his back on me. 'Why, here she is,' said I. I went up to the\nwindow and leaned right out of it. 'Here she is; she's in the bush,\nlaughing at you, don't you see her?' He suddenly believed it; he was all\nof a shake--he was awfully crazy about her--and he leaned right out of the\nwindow. I snatched up that iron paper-weight from his table; do you\nremember, weighing about three pounds? I swung it and hit him on the top\nof the skull with the corner of it. He didn't even cry out. He only sank\ndown suddenly, and I hit him again and a third time. And the third time I\nknew I'd broken his skull. He suddenly rolled on his back, face upwards,\ncovered with blood. I looked round. There was no blood on me, not a spot. I wiped the paper-weight, put it back, went up to the ikons, took the\nmoney out of the envelope, and flung the envelope on the floor and the\npink ribbon beside it. I went out into the garden all of a tremble,\nstraight to the apple-tree with a hollow in it--you know that hollow. I'd\nmarked it long before and put a rag and a piece of paper ready in it. I\nwrapped all the notes in the rag and stuffed it deep down in the hole. And\nthere it stayed for over a fortnight. I took it out later, when I came out\nof the hospital. I went back to my bed, lay down and thought, 'If Grigory\nVassilyevitch has been killed outright it may be a bad job for me, but if\nhe is not killed and recovers, it will be first-rate, for then he'll bear\nwitness that Dmitri Fyodorovitch has been here, and so he must have killed\nhim and taken the money.' Then I began groaning with suspense and\nimpatience, so as to wake Marfa Ignatyevna as soon as possible. At last\nshe got up and she rushed to me, but when she saw Grigory Vassilyevitch\nwas not there, she ran out, and I heard her scream in the garden. And that\nset it all going and set my mind at rest.\" He stopped. Ivan had listened all the time in dead silence without\nstirring or taking his eyes off him. As he told his story Smerdyakov\nglanced at him from time to time, but for the most part kept his eyes\naverted. When he had finished he was evidently agitated and was breathing\nhard.\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-04, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far.", "[Event happened on 2024-01-06 The user is reading a book]\n<User> The perspiration stood out on his face. But it was impossible to\ntell whether it was remorse he was feeling, or what. \"Stay,\" cried Ivan, pondering. \"What about the door? If he only opened the\ndoor to you, how could Grigory have seen it open before? For Grigory saw\nit before you went.\" It was remarkable that Ivan spoke quite amicably, in a different tone, not\nangry as before, so if any one had opened the door at that moment and\npeeped in at them, he would certainly have concluded that they were\ntalking peaceably about some ordinary, though interesting, subject. \"As for that door and Grigory Vassilyevitch's having seen it open, that's\nonly his fancy,\" said Smerdyakov, with a wry smile. \"He is not a man, I\nassure you, but an obstinate mule. He didn't see it, but fancied he had\nseen it, and there's no shaking him. It's just our luck he took that\nnotion into his head, for they can't fail to convict Dmitri Fyodorovitch\nafter that.\" \"Listen ...\" said Ivan, beginning to seem bewildered again and making an\neffort to grasp something. \"Listen. There are a lot of questions I want to\nask you, but I forget them ... I keep forgetting and getting mixed up. Yes. Tell me this at least, why did you open the envelope and leave it\nthere on the floor? Why didn't you simply carry off the envelope?... When\nyou were telling me, I thought you spoke about it as though it were the\nright thing to do ... but why, I can't understand....\"\n\n\"I did that for a good reason. For if a man had known all about it, as I\ndid for instance, if he'd seen those notes before, and perhaps had put\nthem in that envelope himself, and had seen the envelope sealed up and\naddressed, with his own eyes, if such a man had done the murder, what\nshould have made him tear open the envelope afterwards, especially in such\ndesperate haste, since he'd know for certain the notes must be in the\nenvelope? No, if the robber had been some one like me, he'd simply have\nput the envelope straight in his pocket and got away with it as fast as he\ncould. But it'd be quite different with Dmitri Fyodorovitch. He only knew\nabout the envelope by hearsay; he had never seen it, and if he'd found it,\nfor instance, under the mattress, he'd have torn it open as quickly as\npossible to make sure the notes were in it. And he'd have thrown the\nenvelope down, without having time to think that it would be evidence\nagainst him. Because he was not an habitual thief and had never directly\nstolen anything before, for he is a gentleman born, and if he did bring\nhimself to steal, it would not be regular stealing, but simply taking what\nwas his own, for he'd told the whole town he meant to before, and had even\nbragged aloud before every one that he'd go and take his property from\nFyodor Pavlovitch. I didn't say that openly to the prosecutor when I was\nbeing examined, but quite the contrary, I brought him to it by a hint, as\nthough I didn't see it myself, and as though he'd thought of it himself\nand I hadn't prompted him; so that Mr. Prosecutor's mouth positively\nwatered at my suggestion.\" \"But can you possibly have thought of all that on the spot?\" cried Ivan,\novercome with astonishment. He looked at Smerdyakov again with alarm. \"Mercy on us! Could any one think of it all in such a desperate hurry? It\nwas all thought out beforehand.\" \"Well ... well, it was the devil helped you!\" Ivan cried again. \"No, you\nare not a fool, you are far cleverer than I thought....\"\n\nHe got up, obviously intending to walk across the room. He was in terrible\ndistress. But as the table blocked his way, and there was hardly room to\npass between the table and the wall, he only turned round where he stood\nand sat down again. Perhaps the impossibility of moving irritated him, as\nhe suddenly cried out almost as furiously as before. \"Listen, you miserable, contemptible creature! Don't you understand that\nif I haven't killed you, it's simply because I am keeping you to answer\nto-morrow at the trial. God sees,\" Ivan raised his hand, \"perhaps I, too,\nwas guilty; perhaps I really had a secret desire for my father's ...\ndeath, but I swear I was not as guilty as you think, and perhaps I didn't\nurge you on at all. No, no, I didn't urge you on! But no matter, I will\ngive evidence against myself to-morrow at the trial. I'm determined to! I\nshall tell everything, everything. But we'll make our appearance together. And whatever you may say against me at the trial, whatever evidence you\ngive, I'll face it; I am not afraid of you. I'll confirm it all myself! But you must confess, too! You must, you must; we'll go together. That's\nhow it shall be!\" Ivan said this solemnly and resolutely and from his flashing eyes alone it\ncould be seen that it would be so. \"You are ill, I see; you are quite ill. Your eyes are yellow,\" Smerdyakov\ncommented, without the least irony, with apparent sympathy in fact. \"We'll go together,\" Ivan repeated. \"And if you won't go, no matter, I'll\ngo alone.\" Smerdyakov paused as though pondering. \"There'll be nothing of the sort, and you won't go,\" he concluded at last\npositively. \"You don't understand me,\" Ivan exclaimed reproachfully. \"You'll be too much ashamed, if you confess it all. And, what's more, it\nwill be no use at all, for I shall say straight out that I never said\nanything of the sort to you, and that you are either ill (and it looks\nlike it, too), or that you're so sorry for your brother that you are\nsacrificing yourself to save him and have invented it all against me, for\nyou've always thought no more of me than if I'd been a fly. And who will\nbelieve you, and what single proof have you got?\" \"Listen, you showed me those notes just now to convince me.\" Smerdyakov lifted the book off the notes and laid it on one side. \"Take that money away with you,\" Smerdyakov sighed. \"Of course, I shall take it. But why do you give it to me, if you\ncommitted the murder for the sake of it?\" Ivan looked at him with great\nsurprise. \"I don't want it,\" Smerdyakov articulated in a shaking voice, with a\ngesture of refusal. \"I did have an idea of beginning a new life with that\nmoney in Moscow or, better still, abroad. I did dream of it, chiefly\nbecause 'all things are lawful.' That was quite right what you taught me,\nfor you talked a lot to me about that. For if there's no everlasting God,\nthere's no such thing as virtue, and there's no need of it. You were right\nthere. So that's how I looked at it.\" \"Did you come to that of yourself?\" asked Ivan, with a wry smile. \"With your guidance.\" \"And now, I suppose, you believe in God, since you are giving back the\nmoney?\" \"No, I don't believe,\" whispered Smerdyakov. \"Then why are you giving it back?\" \"Leave off ... that's enough!\" Smerdyakov waved his hand again. \"You used\nto say yourself that everything was lawful, so now why are you so upset,\ntoo? You even want to go and give evidence against yourself.... Only\nthere'll be nothing of the sort! You won't go to give evidence,\"\nSmerdyakov decided with conviction. \"You'll see,\" said Ivan. \"It isn't possible. You are very clever. You are fond of money, I know\nthat. You like to be respected, too, for you're very proud; you are far\ntoo fond of female charms, too, and you mind most of all about living in\nundisturbed comfort, without having to depend on any one--that's what you\ncare most about. You won't want to spoil your life for ever by taking such\na disgrace on yourself. You are like Fyodor Pavlovitch, you are more like\nhim than any of his children; you've the same soul as he had.\" \"You are not a fool,\" said Ivan, seeming struck. The blood rushed to his\nface. \"You are serious now!\" he observed, looking suddenly at Smerdyakov\nwith a different expression. \"It was your pride made you think I was a fool. Take the money.\" Ivan took the three rolls of notes and put them in his pocket without\nwrapping them in anything. \"I shall show them at the court to-morrow,\" he said.\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-06, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far.", "[Event happened on 2024-01-09 The user is reading a book]\n<User> \"Nobody will believe you, as you've plenty of money of your own; you may\nsimply have taken it out of your cash-box and brought it to the court.\" Ivan rose from his seat. \"I repeat,\" he said, \"the only reason I haven't killed you is that I need\nyou for to-morrow, remember that, don't forget it!\" \"Well, kill me. Kill me now,\" Smerdyakov said, all at once looking\nstrangely at Ivan. \"You won't dare do that even!\" he added, with a bitter\nsmile. \"You won't dare to do anything, you, who used to be so bold!\" \"Till to-morrow,\" cried Ivan, and moved to go out. \"Stay a moment.... Show me those notes again.\" Ivan took out the notes and showed them to him. Smerdyakov looked at them\nfor ten seconds. \"Well, you can go,\" he said, with a wave of his hand. \"Ivan Fyodorovitch!\" he called after him again. \"What do you want?\" Ivan turned without stopping. \"Good-by!\" \"Till to-morrow!\" Ivan cried again, and he walked out of the cottage. The snowstorm was still raging. He walked the first few steps boldly, but\nsuddenly began staggering. \"It's something physical,\" he thought with a\ngrin. Something like joy was springing up in his heart. He was conscious\nof unbounded resolution; he would make an end of the wavering that had so\ntortured him of late. His determination was taken, \"and now it will not be\nchanged,\" he thought with relief. At that moment he stumbled against\nsomething and almost fell down. Stopping short, he made out at his feet\nthe peasant he had knocked down, still lying senseless and motionless. The\nsnow had almost covered his face. Ivan seized him and lifted him in his\narms. Seeing a light in the little house to the right he went up, knocked\nat the shutters, and asked the man to whom the house belonged to help him\ncarry the peasant to the police-station, promising him three roubles. The\nman got ready and came out. I won't describe in detail how Ivan succeeded\nin his object, bringing the peasant to the police-station and arranging\nfor a doctor to see him at once, providing with a liberal hand for the\nexpenses. I will only say that this business took a whole hour, but Ivan\nwas well content with it. His mind wandered and worked incessantly. \"If I had not taken my decision so firmly for to-morrow,\" he reflected\nwith satisfaction, \"I should not have stayed a whole hour to look after\nthe peasant, but should have passed by, without caring about his being\nfrozen. I am quite capable of watching myself, by the way,\" he thought at\nthe same instant, with still greater satisfaction, \"although they have\ndecided that I am going out of my mind!\" Just as he reached his own house he stopped short, asking himself suddenly\nhadn't he better go at once to the prosecutor and tell him everything. He\ndecided the question by turning back to the house. \"Everything together\nto-morrow!\" he whispered to himself, and, strange to say, almost all his\ngladness and self-satisfaction passed in one instant. As he entered his own room he felt something like a touch of ice on his\nheart, like a recollection or, more exactly, a reminder, of something\nagonizing and revolting that was in that room now, at that moment, and had\nbeen there before. He sank wearily on his sofa. The old woman brought him\na samovar; he made tea, but did not touch it. He sat on the sofa and felt\ngiddy. He felt that he was ill and helpless. He was beginning to drop\nasleep, but got up uneasily and walked across the room to shake off his\ndrowsiness. At moments he fancied he was delirious, but it was not illness\nthat he thought of most. Sitting down again, he began looking round, as\nthough searching for something. This happened several times. At last his\neyes were fastened intently on one point. Ivan smiled, but an angry flush\nsuffused his face. He sat a long time in his place, his head propped on\nboth arms, though he looked sideways at the same point, at the sofa that\nstood against the opposite wall. There was evidently something, some\nobject, that irritated him there, worried him and tormented him.\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-09, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far."]
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