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have taken up with all these nestlings. I see you want to influence the younger generationā ā€”to develop them, to be of use to them, and I assure you this trait in your character, which I knew by hearsay, attracted me more than anything. Let us get to the point, though. I noticed that there was a sort of softness and sentimentality coming over the boy, and you know I have a positive hatred of this sheepish sentimentality, and I have had it from a baby. There were contradictions in him, too: he was proud, but he was slavishly devoted to me, and yet all at once his eyes would flash and heā€™d refuse to agree with me; heā€™d argue, fly into a rage. I used sometimes to propound certain ideas; I could see that it was not so much that he disagreed with the ideas, but that he was simply rebelling against me, because I was cool in responding to his endearments. And so, in order to train him properly, the tenderer he was, the colder I became. I did it on purpose: that was my idea. My object was to form his character, to lick him into shape, to make a man of himā ā€Šā ā€¦ and besidesā ā€Šā ā€¦ no doubt, you understand me at a word. Suddenly I noticed for three days in succession he was downcast and dejected, not because of my coldness, but for something else, something more important. I wondered what the tragedy was. I have pumped him and found out that he had somehow got to know Smerdyakov, who was footman to your late fatherā ā€”it was before his death, of courseā ā€”and he taught the little fool a silly trickā ā€”that is, a brutal, nasty trick. He told him to take a piece of bread, to stick a pin in it, and throw it to one of those hungry dogs who snap up anything without biting it, and then to watch and see what would happen. So they prepared a piece of bread like that and threw it to Zhutchka, that shaggy dog thereā€™s been such a fuss about. The people of the house it belonged to never fed it at all, though it barked all day. (Do you like that stupid barking, Karamazov? I canā€™t stand it.) So it rushed at the bread, swallowed it, and began to squeal; it turned round and round and ran away, squealing as it ran out of sight. That was Ilushaā€™s own account of it. He confessed it to me, and cried bitterly. He hugged me, shaking all over. He kept on repeating ā€˜He ran away squealingā€™: the sight of that haunted him. He was tormented by remorse, I could see that. I took it seriously. I determined to give him a lesson for other things as well. So I must confess I wasnā€™t quite straightforward, and pretended to be more indignant perhaps than I was. ā€˜Youā€™ve done a nasty thing,ā€™ I said, ā€˜you are a scoundrel. I wonā€™t tell of it, of course, but I shall have nothing more to do with you for a time. Iā€™ll think it over and let you know through Smurovā€™ā ā€”thatā€™s the boy whoā€™s just come with me; heā€™s always ready to do anything for meā ā€”ā€˜whether I will have anything to do with you in the future or whether I give you up for good as a scoundrel.ā€™ He was tremendously upset. I must own I felt Iā€™d gone too far as I spoke, but there was no help for it. I did what I thought best at the time. A day or two after, I sent Smurov to tell him that I would not speak to him again. Thatā€™s what we call it when two schoolfellows refuse to have anything more to do with one another. Secretly I only meant to send him to Coventry for a few days and then, if I saw signs of repentance, to hold out my hand to him again. That was my intention. But what do you think happened? He heard Smurovā€™s message, his eyes flashed. ā€˜Tell Krassotkin from me,ā€™ he cried, ā€˜that I will throw bread with pins to all the dogsā ā€”allā ā€”all of them!ā€™ ā€˜So heā€™s going in for a little temper. We must smoke it out of him.ā€™ And I began to treat him with contempt; whenever I met him I turned away or smiled sarcastically. And just then that affair with his father happened. You remember? You must realize that he was fearfully worked up by what had happened already. The boys, seeing Iā€™d given him up, set on him and taunted him, shouting, ā€˜Wisp of tow, wisp of tow!ā€™ And he had soon regular skirmishes with them, which I am very sorry for. They seem to have given him one very bad beating. One day he flew at them all as they were coming out of school. I stood a few yards off, looking on. And, I swear, I donā€™t remember that I laughed; it was quite the other way, I felt awfully sorry for him, in another minute I would have run up to take his part. But he suddenly met my eyes. I donā€™t know what he fancied; but he pulled out a penknife, rushed at me, and struck at my thigh, here in my right leg. I didnā€™t move. I donā€™t mind owning I am plucky sometimes, Karamazov. I simply looked at him contemptuously, as though to say, ā€˜This is how you repay all my kindness! Do it again, if you like, Iā€™m at your service.ā€™ But he didnā€™t stab me again; he broke down, he was frightened at what he had done, he threw away the knife, burst out crying, and ran away. I did not sneak on him, of course, and I made them all keep quiet, so it shouldnā€™t come to the ears of the masters. I didnā€™t even tell my mother till it had healed up. And the wound was a mere scratch. And then I heard that
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