Fyodor Dostoevsky

their aunt, who used to pour out the tea. Of the daughters one was

thirteen and another fourteen, they both had snub noses, and I was

awfully shy of them because they were always whispering and giggling

together. The master of the house usually sat in his study on a leather

couch in front of the table with some grey-headed gentleman, usually a

colleague from our office or some other department. I never saw more

than two or three visitors there, always the same. They talked about the

excise duty; about business in the senate, about salaries, about promotions,

about His Excellency, and the best means of pleasing him, and so

on. I had the patience to sit like a fool beside these people for four hours at

a stretch, listening to them without knowing what to say to them or

venturing to say a word. I became stupefied, several times I felt myself

perspiring, I was overcome by a sort of paralysis; but this was pleasant and

good for me. On returning home I deferred for a time my desire to

embrace all mankind.

I had however one other acquaintance of a sort, Simonov, who was an

old schoolfellow. I had a number of schoolfellows, indeed, in Petersburg,

but I did not associate with them and had even given up nodding to them

in the street. I believe I had transferred into the department I was in

simply to avoid their company and to cut off all connection with my

hateful childhood. Curses on that school and all those terrible years of

penal servitude! In short, I parted from my schoolfellows as soon as I got

out into the world. There were two or three left to whom I nodded in the

street. One of them was Simonov, who had in no way been distinguished

at school, was of a quiet and equable disposition; but I discovered in him

a certain independence of character and even honesty I don't even

suppose that he was particularly stupid. I had at one time spent some

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