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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 405
the father of the fatherless, he is merciful, he'll protect xis, you'll
see, and that wretch of a general. . . . Lida, tenez vous droitel
Kolya, you'll dance again. Why are you whimpering? Whim-
pering again! What are you afraid of, stupid? Goodness, what
am I to do with them, Rodion Romano vitch? If you only knew
how stupid they are! What's one to do with such children?"
And she, almost crying herself — which did not stop her un-
interrupted, rapidflow of talk — pointed to the crying children.
Raskolnikov tried to persuade her to go home, and even said,
hoping to work on her vanity, that it was unseemly for her to be
wandering about the streets like an organ-grinder, as she was
intending to become the principal of a boarding-school.
"A boarding-school, ha-ha-ha! A castle in the air," cried
Katerina Ivanovna, her laugh ending in a cough. "No, Rodior
Romanovitch, that dream is over! All have forsaken us! . . .
And that general. . . . You know, Rodion Romanovitch, I threw
an inkpot at him — it happened to be standing in the waiting-
room by the paper where you sign your name. I wrote my name,
threw it at him and ran away. Oh the scoundrels, the scoundrels!
But enough of them, now I'll provide for the children myself, 1
won't bow down to anybody! She has had to bear enough foi
us!" she pointed to Sonia. "Polenka, how much have you got.''
Show me! What, only two farthings! Oh, the mean wretches!
They give us nothing, only run after us, putting their tongues
out. There, what is that blockhead laughing at?" (She pointed
to a man in the crowd.) "It's all because Kolya here is so stupid;
I have such a bother with him. What do you want, Polenka? Tell
me in French, parlez mot frangais. Why, I've taught you, you
know some phrases. Else how are you to show that you are of
good family, well brought-up children, and not at all like other
organ-grinders? We aren't going to have a Punch and Judy
show in the street, but to sing a genteel song. . . . Ah, yes. . . .
What are we to sing? You keep putting me out, but we . . . you
see, we are standing here, Rodion Romanovitch, to find some-
thing to sing and get money, something Kolya can dance to. . . .
For, as you can fancy, our performance is all impromptu. . . . We
must talk it over and rehearse it all thoroughly, and then we
shall go to Nevsky, where there are far more people of good
society, and we shall be noticed at once. Lida knows 'My Village'
only, nothing but 'My Village,' and every one sings that. We
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