Chapter 12 Part 1 - Nine

When the president finished his speech, he turned to the defendants. "Simon Karzinkin, stand up," he said. Simon jumped up nervously, the muscles in his cheeks shaking faster. "What's your name?" "Simon Petrov Karzinkin," he said hastily, gruffly, evidently having prepared his answer in advance. "What is your identity?" "Farmer." "What province, what county!" "Tula Province, Klabivin County, Kubyan Township, Borki Village." "how old?" "Thirty-three years old, born in eighteen hundred..."

"What religion do you believe in?" "We believe in the Russian religion, the Orthodox Church." "Ever married?" "No, sir." "What work?" "Serving as waiter at the Moore's Hotel." "Have you ever been in a lawsuit before?" "Never had a lawsuit because we used to live..." "Have you never been in a lawsuit before?" "God bless, never had." "Have you received a copy of the indictment?" "received." "Sit down, please. Efemia Ivanova Bochkova," the presiding judge called the name of the next defendant.

But Simon remained standing, blocking Bauchkova. "Karzinkin, please sit down." Karzinkin remained standing. "Karzinkin, sit down!" But Karzinkin stood there until the sheriff ran up, turned his head on one side, opened his eyes unnaturally, and whispered emotionally: "Sit down, sit down!" He just sat down. Karzinkin sat down as quickly as he had stood up, wrapped his robe tightly around him, and the muscles in his cheeks quivered silently again. "What's your name?" the presiding judge asked the second defendant with a weary sigh, not looking at her, but looking up the papers in front of him.For the chief judge, it is commonplace to try cases. If he wants to speed up the trial, he can finish the trial of two cases at once.

Bauchkova was forty-three years old, a small townsman from Kolomeno, who also worked as a waiter at the Moor Hotel.I have never had a lawsuit before, and I have received a copy of the indictment.Bauchkova answered the questions very aggressively, as if answering every sentence in such a tone that she said: "Yes, my name is Yefimiya, that is, Bochkova. I have received a copy of the indictment. I think it is quite a face. No one is allowed to laugh at me." As soon as the judge finished asking, Bochkova sat down automatically without waiting for anyone to ask her to sit down. "What's your name!" the lecherous judge asked the third defendant with particular kindness. "You must get up," he said pleasantly, noticing that Maslova was sitting still.

Maslova rose to her feet briskly, with an air of resignation, straightened her high breasts, fixed her black eyes, smiling and slightly sideways, on the face of the president, and saw nothing. Reply. "What's your name?" "Lyubov," she said quickly. Nekhludoff had now put on his pince-nez, and, following the interrogation, looked at the defendants one by one.Without taking his eyes off the face of the third defendant, he thought: "That's impossible, how could she be called Liubov?" He heard her answer, thinking to himself. The presiding judge wanted to ask further questions, but the judge in glasses stopped him with an angry mutter.The judge nodded in agreement, and said to the defendant, "Why is it called Liubov?" he said. "That's not the name you registered."

The defendant was silent. "I'm asking you, what's your real name." "What's your Christian name?" asked the scowling judge. "It used to be Katerina." "Impossible," Nekhludoff was still saying to himself, but he had no doubts in his heart that she was the girl he had once been in love with, really was in love with, the aunt's adopted daughter and daughter-in-law. maid.Back then he seduced her under the impulse of lust, and later abandoned her.After that he never thought of her again, because it was too painful to think of, and it revealed to him that not only was he not a decent man at all, but that his behavior towards that woman was absolutely terrible. nasty.

Yes, this woman is her.Now he saw that unique mysterious feature in her face.This characteristic makes each face unique and different from others.In spite of her pallor and strangely plump face, her features, her distinctive loveliness, were expressed in her face, in her lips, in her slightly squinting eyes, and above all in her innocent, smiling face. In Yingying's eyes, it is reflected in the demeanor of obedience on the face and the whole body. "You should have said that a long time ago," said the President again with a particularly pleasant face. "What's your father's name?"

"I am an illegitimate child," said Maslova. "Then what should you be called by your godfather's name?" "Mikhailova." "What evil will she do?" Nekhludoff was still wondering, and his breathing was a little short. "What's your surname, and what do people usually call you?" the judge continued. "Usually the mother's surname Maslova." "What about your status?" "Little citizen." "Do you believe in the Orthodox Church?" "Believe in the Orthodox Church." "What about your occupation? What do you do?"

Maslova was silent. "What do you do?" asked the President again. "In the courtyard," she said. "What court?" asked the spectacled judge sternly. "You know what it is," said Maslova.She gave a chuckle, then glanced quickly around, and fixed her eyes on the President again. There was an uncharacteristic expression in her face, and her words, her smile, and her quick glance around the courtroom were so terrible and pathetic that the President bowed his head.The court became silent in an instant.Then the silence was broken by the laughter of an observer.Someone booed him.The president raised his head and continued to ask her:

"Haven't you been tried and tried before?" "No," Maslova whispered, sighing. "Have you received a copy of the indictment?" "received." "Sit down," said the President. The defendant lifted his skirt like a well-dressed lady lifts a floor-length skirt, then sat down, with a pair of white and small hands wrapped in the sleeves of his prison robe, and kept his eyes on the president. Then call the witnesses, and then bring down the unnecessary witnesses, presume the forensic doctor, and invite him to appear in court.Then the clerk rose and read the indictment.He read loudly and clearly, but because he read too fast, he confused the apical consonant and the retroflex consonant, so that the sound he uttered became a continuous hum, which made people drowsy.The judges leaned on one arm of the chair for a while, leaned on the other arm for a while, put it on the table for a while, leaned against the back of the chair for a while, closed their eyes for a while, opened them for a while, and whispered to each other.One of the gendarmes was about to yawn several times, but managed to suppress it.

Among the defendants, the muscles on Karzinkin's cheeks kept shaking.Bochkova sat upright and composed, occasionally scratching her scalp with a finger inside her kerchief. Maslova looked at the clerk motionless for a while, listening to him read, then trembled all over, as if wanting to retort, flushed brightly, then sighed heavily, changed the position of her hands, and looked around. , and stared at the clerk again. Nekhludoff was sitting on a high-backed chair in the second side of the first row, took off his pince-nez, and looked at Maslova, a complex and painful activity unfolding in his heart.