I know it's sinful to kill a man; I believe in God and in the Lord
Jesus Christ, but still I don't think Andrey guilty. I'm sorry for
Isay. He's such a tiny bit of a manikin. He lies there in astonishment.
When I looked at him I remembered how he threatened to have you
hanged. And yet I neither felt hatred toward him nor joy because
he was dead. I simply felt sorry. But now that I know by whose
hand he fell I am not even sorry for him."
She suddenly became silent, reflected a while, and with a smile of
surprise, exclaimed:
"Lord Jesus Christ! Do you hear what I am saying, Pasha?"
Pavel apparently had not heard her. Slowly pacing up and down the
room with drooping head, he said pensively and with exasperation:
"Andrey won't forgive himself soon, if he'll forgive himself at all!
There is life for you, mother. You see the position in which people
are placed toward one another. You don't want to, but you must
strike! And strike whom? Such a helpless being. He is more
wretched even than you because he is stupid. The police, the
gendarmes, the soldiers, the spies--they are all our enemies, and
yet they are all such people as we are. Their blood is sucked out
of them just as ours is, and they are no more regarded as human
beings than we are.
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