"You scoundrel! So that's how you understood it!""It was all that going to Tchermashnya.Why! You were meaning to go to Moscow and refused all your father's entreaties to go to Tchermashnya- and simply at a foolish word from me you consented at once! What reason had you to consent to Tchermashnya? Since you went to Tchermashnya with no reason, simply at my word, it shows that you must have expected something from me."No, I swear I didn't!" shouted Ivan, grinding his teeth.
"You didn't? Then you ought, as your father's son, to have had me taken to the lock-up and thrashed at once for my words then...or at least, to have given me a punch in the face on the spot, but you were not a bit angry, if you please, and at once in a friendly way acted on my foolish word and went away, which was utterly absurd, for you ought to have stayed to save your parent's life.How could Ihelp drawing my conclusions?"
Ivan sat scowling, both his fists convulsively pressed on his knees.
"Yes, I am sorry I didn't punch you in the face," he said with a bitter smile."I couldn't have taken you to the lock-up just then.Who would have believed me and what charge could I bring against you?
But the punch in the face...oh, I'm sorry I didn't think of it.
Though blows are forbidden, I should have pounded your ugly face to a jelly."Smerdyakov looked at him almost with relish.
"In the ordinary occasions of life," he said in the same complacent and sententious tone in which he had taunted Grigory and argued with him about religion at Fyodor Pavlovitch's table, "in the ordinary occasions of life, blows on the face are forbidden nowadays by law, and people have given them up, but in exceptional occasions of life people still fly to blows, not only among us but all over the world, be it even the fullest republic of France, just as in the time of Adam and Eve, and they never will leave off, but you, even in an exceptional case, did not dare.""What are you learning French words for?" Ivan nodded towards the exercise-book lying on the table.
"Why shouldn't I learn them so as to improve my education, supposing that I may myself chance to go some day to those happy parts of Europe?""Listen, monster." Ivan's eyes flashed and he trembled all over.
"I am not afraid of your accusations; you can say what you like about me, and if I don't beat you to death, it's simply because Isuspect you of that crime and I'll drag you to justice.I'll unmask you.""To my thinking, you'd better keep quiet, for what can you accuse me of, considering my absolute innocence? And who would believe you? Only if you begin, I shall tell everything, too, for I must defend myself.""Do you think I am afraid of you now?"
"If the court doesn't believe all I've said to you just now, the public will, and you will be ashamed.""That's as much as to say, 'It's always worth while speaking to a sensible man,' eh?" snarled Ivan.
"You hit the mark, indeed.And you'd better be sensible."Ivan got up, shaking all over with indignation, put on his coat, and without replying further to Smerdyakov, without even looking at him, walked quickly out of the cottage.The cool evening air refreshed him.There was a bright moon in the sky.A nightmare of ideas and sensations filled his soul."Shall I go at once and give information against Smerdyakov? But what information can I give? He is not guilty, anyway.On the contrary, he'll accuse me.And in fact, why did I set off for Tchermashnya then? What for? What for?" Ivan asked himself.
