st see what a
dandy I am!

GORDEY KARPYCH. No matter what you say to me, I don't want to listen; you
are my enemy for the rest of my life.

LYUBIM KARPYCH. Are you a man, or a wild beast? Have pity on Lyubim
Tortsov! [_Kneels down_] Brother, give Lyubov to Mitya--he will give me a
corner. I was chilled and hungry. I was growing old, and it was hard for
me to play the fool in the cold for a piece of bread; at least in one's
old age one wants to live decently. You see I've been cheating people,
I've been begging alms, and have spent it in drink. They'll give me work,
and then I'll have my kettle of soup. Then I'll thank God, brother; even
my tears will reach to heaven. What if he is poor, eh? If I had been poor,
I should have been a man. Poverty is no crime.

PELAGEYA EGOROVNA. Gordey Karpych, haven't you any feelings?

GORDEY KARPYCH. [_Wiping away a tear_] And you really thought that I
hadn't? [_Lifts up his brother_] Well, brother, thank you for bringing me
back to reason; I almost went out of my mind completely. I don't know how
such a rotten notion got into my head. [_Embraces_ MITYA _and_ LYUBOV
GORDEYEVNA] Now, children, say thank you to your Uncle Lyubim Karpych, and
live in happiness.

PELAGEYA EGOROVNA _embraces the children._

GUSLIN. Uncle, may I speak now?

GORDEY KARPYCH. You may, you may! Ask for whatever you want, every one of
you! Now I have become another man.

GUSLIN. Well, Annushka, it's our turn now!

ANNA IVANOVNA. Well, now, we'll have a dance; only hold your hat on!

PELAGEYA EGOROVNA. Yes, let's dance, let's dance!

RAZLYULYAYEV. [_Goes to_ MITYA _and slaps him on the shoulder_] Mitya! For
a friend I give up everything! I loved her myself, but for you--I give her
up. Give me your hand. [_Clasps his hand_] That's all--take her; I give her
up to you! For a friend I don't regret anything! That's the way we do it
when it comes to the point! [_Wipes away his tears with the lappet of
his coat and kisses_ MITYA] He told the truth then; drunkenness is no
crime--well, I mean--poverty is no crime. I always make slips!

PELAGEYA EGOROVNA. Oh, yes, here they all are! [_To the girls_] Now, then,
girls, a jolly song! Yes, a jolly one! Now we'll celebrate the wedding with
all our hearts! With all our hearts! [_The girls begin to sing._

LYUBIM KARPYCH. Sh! Obey orders! _He sings; the girls join in._
"We have done the business;
All the trade is driven.
The betrothal we will plight,