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, in a coat like this--one has to dance about a bit! The frost--at Christmas time--brrr!--My hands are frozen, and my feet nipped--brrr! MITYA. Warm yourself up, Lyubim Karpych. LYUBIM KARPYCH. You will not drive me away, Mitya? If you do, I'll freeze in the yard--I'll freeze like a dog. MITYA. How could I? What are you saying? LYUBIM KARPYCH. You see, Mitya, my brother turned me out. As long as I had a little money, I strolled about in warm places; now I have no money, and they won't let me come in anywhere. All I had was two francs and some-odd centimes! Not a great capital! It wouldn't build a stone house! It wouldn't buy a village! What could one do with such a capital? Where put it? Not take it to a bank! So then I took this capital and drank it up!--squandered it!--That's the way of it! MITYA. Why do you drink, Lyubim Karpych? That makes you your own enemy. LYUBIM KARPYCH. Why do I drink? From stupidity! Yes, from my own stupidity. Why did you think I drank? MITYA. You'd better stop it. LYUBIM KARPYCH. It's impossible to stop; I've got started on this track. MITYA. What track? LYUBIM KARPYCH. Ah, well, listen--you're a kind soul--what this track was. Only, you listen, take note of it. I was left when my father died, just a kid, tall as a bean pole, a little fool of twenty. The wind whistled through my head like an empty garret! My brother and I divided up things: he took the factory himself, and gave me my share in money, drafts and promissory notes. Well, now, how he divided with me is not our business--God be his judge! Well, then I went to Moscow to get money on the drafts. I had to go! One must see people and show oneself, and learn good manners. Then again, I was such a handsome young man, and I'd never seen the world, or spent the night in a private house. I felt I must try everything! First thing, I got myself dressed like a dandy. "Know our people!" says I. That is, I played the fool to a rarity! Of course, I started to visit all the taverns: "_Schpeelen sie polka_! Give us a bottle off the ice!" I got together enough friends to fill a pond! I went to the theatres-- MITYA. Well, Lyubim Karpych, it must be very nice in the theatre. LYUBIM KARPYCH. I kept going to see the tragedies; I liked them very much, only I didn't see anything decently, and I didn't understand anything because I was nearly always drunk. [_Rises_] "Drink beneath the dagger of Prokop Lyapunov." [_Sits down_] By
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