Chapter 33 Chapter 14 Police (1)

He left the keys at home and could only knock on the door.Anna Sergeyevna opened the door and looked at him in amazement. "Did you miss the train?" she asked.Immediately afterwards, she noticed his distressed appearance—his hands were trembling, and drops of water were dripping from his beard. "What happened? Are you sick?" "I'm not sick, I'm not sick. I'm putting off. I'll explain to you later." There was another person in the room.The man sitting beside Matrona's bed was obviously a doctor.Young and clean-shaven in the fashionable German fashion.The doctor held a brown bottle in his hand, which he brought back from the pharmacy.He sniffed it and put the cork back on it disapprovingly. "I told you, your daughter has bronchitis." The doctor covered his backpack, closed the curtain in the alcove, and said to him specifically. "Her lungs are fine. And—"

He interrupted the doctor. "She's not my daughter. I'm just a tenant here." The doctor shrugged impatiently.He turned to Anna Sergeyevna and said, "Also, I must tell you one thing—she's still somewhat overexcited." "How do you understand this?" "I mean, if she's still as excited as she is now, we can't expect her to recover quickly. Too excited is sick. She has to calm down. Calm down, she can go to school in a few days. She is in good health , there is nothing serious about it. If we talk about the treatment, we must first let her calm down, be peaceful and quiet. It is best to stay on the bed, don’t eat too much, and don’t drink any kind of milk. After I leave, wipe her chest Take some medicine, and if necessary, take some sleeping pills for sedation. Children’s dose is enough, remember—half a spoonful is enough.”

As soon as the doctor left, he wanted to explain to her.But Anna Sergeyevna was not at all in the mood to listen. "Matryosha says you yelled at her!" she interrupted him in a low voice, disturbed. "I didn't yell!" "You yelled! I never yelled at her!" Although their voices were low, he was sure that Matrona, behind the curtain, was eavesdropping, and he must have been satisfied.He drew Anna Sergeyevna to his room and closed the door. "Did you hear what the doctor said—she was too excited. In that state, you couldn't believe everything she said. Did she tell you what happened here this morning? "

"She said a friend of Pavel's had come. You were rough with him. Is that what you mean?" "It's this—" "Then let me finish. I have nothing to do with what happened between you and Pavel's friends. But you lost your temper with Matryosha, and you treated her badly, and that's the real thing." All I care about." "The friend she was referring to was Nechayev, none other than Nechayev himself. Did she mention this to you? Nechayev, a fugitive, is here today, in your house .She let him in, and defended him--the actor, the hypocrite. She wouldn't listen to me. She did it, and I got mad at her, and can you accuse me of being wrong?"

"No matter what you say, you have no right to be angry with her! How did she know that Nechayev was a bad man? How could I know? You said he was an actor. What about you? What about your own behavior? You have been doing it on purpose. Acting? I don't see it like you do." "Don't see it that way? I just acted on purpose. I didn't act in the past, but now--now I am acting first. This is the truth." "Now? Why suddenly now? Why should I trust you? Why should you trust yourself?" "Because I don't want Pavel to be ashamed of me." "Pavel, this has nothing to do with Pavel."

"I don't want Pavel to be ashamed of his father, even though he saw all this. Things have changed. Now, everything has a measure, including the truth. That measure is Pavel. As for my losing my temper with Matrona , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll apologize to her. But you don't know—" He spread his arms at her, "Matrona doesn't like me." "She doesn't know what you're doing here, that's all. She knows why Pavel lives with us—we used to rent out the house to students, too—but an elderly tenant isn't the case. And, From the very beginning, I thought it was a nuisance. I don't mean to drive you away, Fyodor Mikhailovich. But I must admit, I was relieved when you said you were going to leave today. Take a breath. Matrona and I have been living a very peaceful life for four years. We never let the tenants break our peace. Now, since Pavel died, nothing but chaos. This It's not good for the child. If the atmosphere in the house hadn't been so changeable, Matrona wouldn't have gotten sick. The doctor was right: she was too excited, and excitement makes children sick."

"I'm sorry for messing with you. I'm deeply sorry for everything. Tonight, I can't go as I planned—for a few reasons, but none of the major importance. I'll stay here for a day or two at most God, when my friend sends the money, I'll settle the bill and leave." "Back to Dresden?" "Go back to Dresden, or live somewhere else—I can't tell yet." "Very well. Fyodor Mikhailovich. As far as money is concerned, let's write it off now. I don't want to be part of your long list of liabilities." There was some anger in her words, he didn't quite understand.She had never spoken like that before, and it seemed terribly hurt.

He immediately sat down to write to Mykoff. "My dear Apollon Grigorievich, you will be surprised to hear that I am still in Petersburg. I hope this will be the last time, and I beg for your kindness. The truth is, I am in a terrible embarrassment. , I have no other way of paying the rent than pawning my coat. Don't tell my family. Two hundred rubles will get me through." He wrote to his wife: "I foolishly allowed a friend of Pavel's to persuade me to lend him money. Mykov will help me out again. I will send you a telegram as soon as the trouble here is over." Thus he transferred his fault, to Fedya's kind heart.But in fact, Fei Jia's heart is not kind.Fedya's heart——

There was a knock on the door, loudly.He was at Anna Sergeyevna's side before she opened the door. "It must be the police," he said in a low voice. "They're the only people who come at this time. Let me deal with them. You go with Matrona. They'd better not ask her any questions." He opened the door of the building.Standing in front of him was the Finnish girl.On either side of her stood a policeman in a blue uniform, one of whom was the leader. "Is this the man?" asked the leader. The Finn girl nodded. He stepped out of the way to let them in.Two policemen came in pushing the girl.The Finnish girl's appearance changed, and it took him by surprise.Her face was extremely pale, her arms were tied with ropes, and she walked forward like a puppet.

"Can we go to my room?" he said. "There is a child here who is sick and afraid of being disturbed." The ringleader strode across the room, pulling aside the curtains.Anna Sergeyevna exposed.She bent down to protect her daughter.Matrona was dizzy and her eyes were wide open. "Leave us alone!" hissed Anna Sergeyevna.The leader slowly closed the curtain. He led the group into his room.The Finnish girl walked slowly, which looked familiar to him.However, the next moment, he found that her ankles were shackled. The police chief looked at the shrine and the photograph. "Who is this?"

"my son." He was wrong.The shrine has changed here.Realizing this, his blood suddenly turned cold. The interrogation began. "Has Sergey Gennadevich Nechayev been here today?" "Someone came, I suspect it was Nechayev, but he didn't use that name." "Then what name did he use?" "A woman's name. He was dressed as a woman in a dark blue dress and a dark overcoat." "Why did this person come to you?" "He came asking for money." "No other reason?" "No other reason, as far as I know. I'm not his friend at all." "Did you give him the money?" "I don't want to give it to him. But he took all my money and I can't stop him." "You mean he robbed you?" "He took my money against my will. I don't think it would be wise to get it back. Call it robbery, if you will." "How much money?" "About thirty rubles." "Did you do anything else?" He ventured a glance at the Finnish girl.Her lips trembled silently.No matter what the police might do to her, once it fell into their hands, she would behave differently.She stood there like an animal waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse, just waiting for the ax to come down. "We talked about my son. Nechayev is my son's friend, one of a kind. That's why he knew the house. My son used to live here. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come either." "'Otherwise he wouldn't come'—what do you mean? Do you mean he came to see your son?" "No. None of my son's friends would want to see my son again. I mean, Nechayev came here not because he wanted sympathy from me, but because he and my son old friendship." "Yes. We know about all your son's illicit relationships." He shrugged. "Perhaps it wasn't unfair. Perhaps it didn't matter at all—maybe it was just a friendship. There's no need to go any further, and there's no way to corroborate it anyway." "Do you know where Nechayev went after he left here?" "I don't know." "Show me your ID." He handed over his passport—his own, not Isayev's.The police chief put away his passport and pinned it in his hat. "Tomorrow morning you will go to the police station on Sadovoy Street and make a detailed statement. From then on, report to the police station before noon every day, seven days a week, until you are told not to go. Until then, you cannot leave Petersburg. , Do you hear me clearly?" "Then who will pay for my stay here?" "That's none of my business."