Fyodor Dostoevsky

to him by an important personage who had got me my berth. I was

horribly worried. To borrow from Anton Antonitch seemed to me monstrous

and shameful. I did not sleep for two or three nights. Indeed, I did

not sleep well at that time, I was in a fever; I had a vague sinking at my heart

or else a sudden throbbing, throbbing, throbbing! Anton Antonitch was

surprised at first, then he frowned, then he reflected, and did after all lend

me the money, receiving from me a written authorisation to take from my

salary a fortnight later the sum that he had lent me.

In this way everything was at last ready. The handsome beaver replaced

the mean-looking raccoon, and I began by degrees to get to work. It

would never have done to act offhand, at random; the plan had to be

carried out skilfully, by degrees. But I must confess that after many efforts

I began to despair: we simply could not run into each other. I made every

preparation, I was quite determined--it seemed as though we should run

into one another directly--and before I knew what I was doing I had

stepped aside for him again and he had passed without noticing me. I

even prayed as I approached him that God would grant me determination.

One time I had made up my mind thoroughly, but it ended in my

stumbling and falling at his feet because at the very last instant when I

was six inches from him my courage failed me. He very calmly stepped

over me, while I flew on one side like a ball. That night I was ill again,

feverish and delirious.

And suddenly it ended most happily. The night before I had made up

my mind not to carry out my fatal plan and to abandon it all, and with

that object I went to the Nevsky for the last time, just to see how I would

abandon it all. Suddenly, three paces from my enemy, I unexpectedly

made up my mind--I closed my eyes, and we ran full tilt, shoulder to

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