Very well, I consent; you shall begin
Agreed.
Good-bye till to-morrow!
Till to-morrow!
And we parted. I walked about all night; I could not make up my mind to go home. I was so happy To-morrow!
SECOND NIGHT
SECOND NIGHT
Well, so you have survived! she said, pressing both my hands.
Ive been here for the last two hours; you dont know what a state I have been in all day.
I know, I know. But to business. Do you know why I have come? Not to talk nonsense, as I did yesterday. I tell you what, we must behave more sensibly in future. I thought a great deal about it last night.
In what way in what must we be more sensible? I am ready for my part; but, really, nothing more sensible has happened to me in my life than this, now.
Really? In the first place, I beg you not to squeeze my hands so; secondly, I must tell you that I spent a long time thinking about you and feeling doubtful today.
And how did it end?
How did it end? The upshot of it is that we must begin all over again, because the conclusion I reached today was that I dont know you at all;
that I behaved like a baby last night, like a little girl; and, of course, the fact of it is, that its my soft heart that is to blame that is, I sang my own praises, as one always does in the end when one analyses ones conduct. And therefore to correct my mistake, Ive made up my mind to nd out all about you minutely. But as I have no one from whom I can nd out anything, you must tell me everything fully yourself. Well, what sort of man are you? Come, make haste begin tell me your whole history.
My history! I cried in alarm. My history! But who has told you I have a history? I have no history
Then how have you lived, if you have no history? she interrupted, laughing.
Absolutely without any history! I have lived, as they say, keeping myself to myself, that is, utterly alone alone, entirely alone. Do you know what it means to be alone?
But how alone? Do you mean you never saw any one?
Oh no, I see people, of course; but still I am alone.
Why, do you never talk to any one?
Strictly speaking, with no one.
Who are you then? Explain yourself! Stay, I guess: most likely, like me you have a grandmother. She is blind and will never let me go anywhere, so that I have almost forgotten how to talk; and when I played some pranks two years ago, and she saw there was no holding me in, she called me up and pinned my dress to hers, and ever since we sit like that for days together; she knits a stocking, though shes blind, and I sit beside her, sew or read aloud to her its such a queer habit, here for two years Ive been pinned to her
Good Heavens! what misery! But no, I havent a grandmother like that.
Well, if you havent why do you sit at home?
Listen, do you want to know the sort of man I am?
Yes, yes!
In the strict sense of the word?
In the very strictest sense of the word.
Very well, I am a type!
Type, type! What sort of type? cried the girl, laughing, as though she had not had a chance of laughing for a whole year. Yes, its very amusing talking to you. Look, heres a seat, let us sit down. No one is passing here, no one will hear us, and begin your history. For its no good your telling me, I know you have a history; only you are concealing it. To begin with, what is a type?
A type? A type is an original, its an absurd person! I said, infected by her childish laughter. Its a character. Listen; do you know what is meant by a dreamer?
A dreamer! Indeed I should think I do know. I am a dreamer myself. Sometimes, as I sit by grandmother, all sorts of things come into my head. Why, when one begins dreaming one lets ones fancy run away with one why, I marry a Chinese Prince! Though sometimes it is a good thing to dream! But, goodness knows! Especially when one has something to think of apart from dreams, added the girl, this time rather seriously.
Excellent! If you have been married to a Chinese Emperor, you will quite understand me. Come, listen But one minute, I dont know your name yet.
At last! You have been in no hurry to think of it!
Oh, my goodness! It never entered my head, I felt quite happy as it was
My name is Nastenka.
Nastenka! And nothing else?
Nothing else! Why, is not that enough for you, you insatiable person?
Not enough? On the contrary, its a great deal, a very great deal, Nastenka; you kind girl, if you are Nastenka for me from the rst.
Quite so! Well?
Well, listen, Nastenka, now for this absurd history.
I sat down beside her, assumed a pedantically serious attitude, and began as though reading from a manuscript: There are, Nastenka, though you may not know it, strange nooks in Petersburg. It seems as though the same sun as shines for all Petersburg people does not peep into those spots, but some other dierent new one, bespoken expressly for those nooks, and it throws a dierent light on everything. In these corners, dear Nastenka, a quite dierent life is lived, quite unlike the life that is surging round us, but such as perhaps exists in some unknown realm, not among us in our serious, over-serious, time. Well, that life is a mixture of something purely fantastic, fervently ideal, with something (alas! Nastenka) dingily prosaic and ordinary, not to say incredibly vulgar.