| PART IV
4. CHAPTER IV
 (continued)"What for? What's all this for?" said Sonia, strangely and violently
 agitated by his words. "What for? Because you can't remain like this, that's why! You must
 look things straight in the face at last, and not weep like a child
 and cry that God won't allow it. What will happen, if you should
 really be taken to the hospital to-morrow? She is mad and in
 consumption, she'll soon die and the children? Do you mean to tell me
 Polenka won't come to grief? Haven't you seen children here at the
 street corners sent out by their mothers to beg? I've found out where
 those mothers live and in what surroundings. Children can't remain
 children there! At seven the child is vicious and a thief. Yet
 children, you know, are the image of Christ: 'theirs is the kingdom of
 Heaven.' He bade us honour and love them, they are the humanity of the
 future. . . ." "What's to be done, what's to be done?" repeated Sonia, weeping
 hysterically and wringing her hands. "What's to be done? Break what must be broken, once for all, that's
 all, and take the suffering on oneself. What, you don't understand?
 You'll understand later. . . . Freedom and power, and above all,
 power! Over all trembling creation and all the ant-heap! . . . That's
 the goal, remember that! That's my farewell message. Perhaps it's the
 last time I shall speak to you. If I don't come to-morrow, you'll hear
 of it all, and then remember these words. And some day later on, in
 years to come, you'll understand perhaps what they meant. If I come
 to-morrow, I'll tell you who killed Lizaveta. . . . Good-bye." Sonia started with terror. "Why, do you know who killed her?" she asked, chilled with horror,
 looking wildly at him. "I know and will tell . . . you, only you. I have chosen you out. I'm
 not coming to you to ask forgiveness, but simply to tell you. I chose
 you out long ago to hear this, when your father talked of you and when
 Lizaveta was alive, I thought of it. Good-bye, don't shake hands.
 To-morrow!" |