The SensualistsChapter 1
In the Servants' QuartersTHE Karamazovs' house was far from being in the centre of the town, but it was not quite outside it.It was a pleasant-looking old house of two stories, painted grey, with a red iron roof.It was roomy and snug, and might still last many years.There were all sorts of unexpected little cupboards and closets and staircases.There were rats in it, but Fyodor Pavlovitch did not altogether dislike them.
"One doesn't feel so solitary when one's left alone in the evening,"he used to say.It was his habit to send the servants away to the lodge for the night and to lock himself up alone.The lodge was a roomy and solid building in the yard.Fyodor Pavlovitch used to have the cooking done there, although there was a kitchen in the house;he did not like the smell of cooking, and, winter and summer alike, the dishes were carried in across the courtyard.The house was built for a large family; there was room for five times as many, with their servants.But at the time of our story there was no one living in the house but Fyodor Pavlovitch and his son Ivan.And in the lodge there were only three servants: old Grigory, and his old wife Marfa, and a young man called Smerdyakov.Of these three we must say a few words.Of old Grigory we have said something already.He was firm and determined and went blindly and obstinately for his object, if once be had been brought by any reasons (and they were often very illogical ones) to believe that it was immutably right.He was honest and incorruptible.His wife, Marfa Ignatyevna, had obeyed her husband's will implicitly all her life, yet she had pestered him terribly after the emancipation of the serfs.She was set on leaving Fyodor Pavlovitch and opening a little shop in Moscow with their small savings.But Grigory decided then, once for all, that "the woman's talking nonsense, for every woman is dishonest," and that they ought not to leave their old master, whatever he might be, for "that was now their duty.""Do you understand what duty is?" he asked Marfa Ignatyevna.
"I understand what duty means, Grigory Vassilyevitch, but why it's our duty to stay here I never shall understand," Marfa answered firmly.
"Well, don't understand then.But so it shall be.And you hold your tongue."And so it was.They did not go away, and Fyodor Pavlovitch promised them a small sum for wages, and paid it regularly.Grigory knew, too, that he had an indisputable influence over his master.It was true, and he was aware of it.Fyodor Pavlovitch was an obstinate and cunning buffoon, yet, though his will was strong enough "in some of the affairs of life," as he expressed it, he found himself, to his surprise, extremely feeble in facing certain other emergencies.He knew his weaknesses and was afraid of them.There are positions in which one has to keep a sharp lookout.And that's not easy without a trustworthy man, and Grigory was a most trustworthy man.Many times in the course of his life Fyodor Pavlovitch had only just escaped a sound thrashing through Grigory's intervention, and on each occasion the old servant gave him a good lecture.But it wasn't only thrashings that Fyodor Pavlovitch was afraid of.There were graver occasions, and very subtle and complicated ones, when Fyodor Pavlovitch could not have explained the extraordinary craving for someone faithful and devoted, which sometimes unaccountably came upon him all in a moment.It was almost a morbid condition.Corrupt and often cruel in his lust, like some noxious insect, Fyodor Pavlovitch was sometimes, in moments of drunkenness, overcome by superstitious terror and a moral convulsion which took an almost physical form."My soul's simply quaking in my throat at those times," he used to say.At such moments he liked to feel that there was near at hand, in the lodge if not in the room, a strong, faithful man, virtuous and unlike himself, who had seen all his debauchery and knew all his secrets, but was ready in his devotion to overlook all that, not to oppose him, above all, not to reproach him or threaten him with anything, either in this world or in the next, and, in case of need, to defend him-from whom? From somebody unknown, but terrible and dangerous.What he needed was to feel that there was another man, an old and tried friend, that he might call him in his sick moments merely to look at his face, or, perhaps, exchange some quite irrelevant words with him.And if the old servant were not angry, he felt comforted, and if he were angry, he was more dejected.It happened even (very rarely however) that Fyodor Pavlovitch went at night to the lodge to wake Grigory and fetch him for a moment.When the old man came, Fyodor Pavlovitch would begin talking about the most trivial matters, and would soon let him go again, sometimes even with a jest.And after he had gone, Fyodor Pavlovitch would get into bed with a curse and sleep the sleep of the just.Something of the same sort had happened to Fyodor Pavlovitch on Alyosha's arrival.Alyosha "pierced his heart"by "living with him, seeing everything and blaming nothing." Moreover, Alyosha brought with him something his father had never known before: a complete absence of contempt for him and an invariable kindness, a perfectly natural unaffected devotion to the old man who deserved it so little.All this was a complete surprise to the old profligate, who had dropped all family ties.It was a new and surprising experience for him, who had till then loved nothing but "evil." When Alyosha had left him, he confessed to himself that he had learnt something he had not till then been willing to learn.
