What bravery! And how clean you are! You are positively painful to look at. You didn't make quite so smart an appearance when you lay wallowing in the puddle. You were a little the worse for the mud, and so on.
KONDRATY _(shrugging his shoulders and speaking with dignity)_ It's no use recalling that incident now. It's quite out of place. Mr. Tropinin, it's time for you to have done with your spite and malice, high time.
That's all. There is no "well" about it. You have had your shot. Be satisfied.
Are congratulations upon the miracle in order?
Yes, Mr. Tropinin, upon the miracle--the miracle, indeed. _(He weeps with a bland air, wiping his face with his handkerchief)_ God granted that I should live to see the day.
SAVVA _(rising and advancing a step toward the monk; peremptorily)_ Enough now! Stop your hocus-pocus. You have played your trick. Now stop, or I'll knock all that jugglery out of you. Do you hear?
Not so loud, not so loud. We are not in the forest where you can kill rich merchants and get away with it. There are people here.
What's the use of going away? I can tell you everything right here. I have no secrets. It's you who have secrets. I am all here.
Shame, Mr. Tropinin! Shame! Shame! Why do you insult me? Is it because you saw me lying in the puddle? It's a sin, a shame!
Do you think I am going to lie on a day like this? Miss Olympiada, you at least ought to know--Good God! Good God! Why, Christ has just arisen! Do you understand?
_[The crowd increases. Some cast glances at the group with the two monks before they pass on._
Do you understand? I have lived all my life like a scoundrel, so why, why did God do this with me? Do you understand, Miss Olympiada? Do you understand? Eh?
I am not angry with you. I bear you no grudge. Who are you that I should bear any resentment against you?
I'll tell Miss Olympiada. I won't speak to you. You knew me as a drunkard, Miss Olympiada, a mean, worthless creature. Now listen. _(To Speransky)_ And you, young man, may listen also. It will teach you a lesson. It will show you how God works His will unseen.
God will forgive you. Who am I to forgive you? So that's the way it was, Miss Olympiada. I followed your advice and went to the Father Superior with the infernal machine. It was indeed an infernal machine! And I told him everything, just the way I felt, with a perfect candor and purity of heart.