Chapter 38 Part One - Thirty Five

Nekhludoff waited until the courtroom announced the suspension of the trial for the first time, then got up and went into the passage, determined never to return to the courtroom.Whatever they did with him, he could no longer take part in such a horrible and abominable folly. When Nekhludoff found out where the prosecutor's office was, he went to him.The guard refused to let him in, saying that the prosecutor was busy at the moment.But Nekhludoff ignored him and went through the door.An official came up to meet him, and Nekhludoff asked him to inform the prosecutor that he was a juror and wanted to see him on important business.The prince's title and smart attire helped Nekhludoff.The official informed the prosecutor and let Nekhludoff in.The prosecutor received him standing, evidently disapproving of Nekhludoff's insistence on seeing him.

"What's your business?" asked the prosecutor sternly. "I am a juror, my surname is Nekhludoff, and I have business to meet with the accused Maslova," said Nekhludoff quickly and firmly, flushing. The first complete system of idealist philosophy in the Middle Ages , there is "in medieval philosophy, the awareness that what he does now will determine his future life. The prosecutor is not tall, with a dark complexion, short gray hair, two flexible eyes that are piercing, and a thick goatee on the protruding chin. "Maslova? Of course I know. She's charged with poisoning," said the prosecutor nonchalantly. "Then what on earth do you want to see her?" Then, as if to soften his breath, he added: "If I don't know why, I can't allow you to see her."

"I want to see her because I have something very important to do," said Nekhludoff, blushing. "Oh, that's right," said the prosecutor, raising his eyes and looking carefully at Nekhludoff. "Has there ever been a trial in her case?" "She was tried yesterday and was wrongfully sentenced to four years of hard labor. She was not guilty." "Oh, that's right. Since she was sentenced only yesterday," said the prosecutor, ignoring Nekhludoff's statement that Maslova was innocent, "then she should have done so before the verdict was pronounced." Locked up in the detention facility. There are fixed visiting dates in the detention facility. I suggest you go there and ask."

"But I need to see her, the sooner the better," said Nekhludoff, jaw trembling, feeling the critical moment approaching. "What do you need to see her for?" the prosecutor asked, raising his eyebrows somewhat uneasily. "She was sentenced to hard labor because she was innocent. I am the one to blame," said Nekhludoff tremblingly, feeling that he did not need to say these words. "How do you say that?" asked the prosecutor. "Because I played with her and brought her to where she is now. If I hadn't made her go astray, she wouldn't have been accused like this."

"I still don't understand what this has to do with prison visits." "It does, because I want to go with her and want to marry her," said Nekhludoff.As soon as he talked about it, tears welled up in his eyes again. "Really? That's what it is!" said the prosecutor. "It's really an exceptional case. You seem to be a member of the Krasnopilsk Zemstvo, aren't you?" asked the prosecutor, as if Nekhludoff, who was making a strange decision at this moment, had heard it before. Like too. "I'm sorry, but I don't think it has anything to do with my request," Nekhludoff replied angrily, blushing.

"Of course not," the prosecutor said nonchalantly with a faint smile, "but your wish is too special..." "So can I get permission?" "Permission? Okay, I'll give you a permit. Please sit down for a while." He went to the table, sat down, and began to write. "Please sit down for a while." Nekhludoff stood still. The prosecutor wrote out the permit, handed it to Nekhludoff, and looked at him curiously. "I also want to make a statement," said Nekhludoff, "that I can no longer take part in the trial." "It will be justified in court. You must know that."

"The reason is that I think all trials are not only futile, but immoral." "Oh, that's it," said the prosecutor, still smiling faintly, as if to indicate that he was familiar with the opinion and thought it a ridiculous fallacy. "That's right, but you must understand that I, as the prosecutor of the court, cannot agree with you. I therefore advise you to take the matter to the court, which will deal with your application and decide whether your reasons are justified. If they are not , you'll have to pay a fine. Go to court." "I've declared that I'm not going anywhere," said Nekhludoff angrily.

"Goodbye," said the prosecutor with a bow, evidently wanting to get rid of this eccentric visitor as quickly as possible. "Who was it that came to see you just now?" a judge entered the office as soon as Nekhludoff had left, and asked the prosecutor. "It's Nekhludoff, to tell you the truth, he made all sorts of weird remarks at the Krasnopilsk District Council. Come to think of it, he was a juror and found out that one of the defendants was a woman Hard labor, he said he played with her, and now intends to marry her." "How could such a thing happen?"

"That's what he said to me... and it got really emotional." "Young people these days are a little weird, a little abnormal." "But he's not too young." "Hey, old man, that famous Ivanshenkov of yours is a real bore. He talks and talks and talks and it's unbearable." "Simply stop this kind of person from speaking, or it's really a complete mess to the court..."