They were sorry and unwilling to let him go.The journey was not an expensive one, and the ladies would not let him pawn his watch, a parting present from his benefactor's family.They provided him liberally with money and even fitted him out with new clothes and linen.But he returned half the money they gave him, saying that he intended to go third class.On his arrival in the town he made no answer to his father's first inquiry why he had come before completing his studies, and seemed, so they say, unusually thoughtful.It soon became apparent that he was looking for his mother's tomb.He practically acknowledged at the time that that was the only object of his visit.But it can hardly have been the whole reason of it.It is more probable that he himself did not understand and could not explain what had suddenly arisen in his soul, and drawn him irresistibly into a new, unknown, but inevitable path.Fyodor Pavlovitch could not show him where his second wife was buried, for he had never visited her grave since he had thrown earth upon her coffin, and in the course of years had entirely forgotten where she was buried.
Fyodor Pavlovitch, by the way, had for some time previously not been living in our town.Three or four years after his wife's death he had gone to the south of Russia and finally turned up in Odessa, where he spent several years.He made the acquaintance at first, in his own words, "of a lot of low Jews, Jewesses, and Jewkins," and ended by being received by "Jews high and low alike." It may be presumed that at this period he developed a peculiar faculty for making and hoarding money.He finally returned to our town only three years before Alyosha's arrival.His former acquaintances found him looking terribly aged, although he was by no means an old man.He behaved not exactly with more dignity but with more effrontery.The former buffoon showed an insolent propensity for making buffoons of others.His depravity with women was not as it used to be, but even more revolting.In a short time he opened a great number of new taverns in the district.It was evident that he had perhaps a hundred thousand roubles or not much less.Many of the inhabitants of the town and district were soon in his debt, and, of course, had given good security.Of late, too, he looked somehow bloated and seemed more irresponsible, more uneven, had sunk into a sort of incoherence, used to begin one thing and go on with another, as though he were letting himself go altogether.He was more and more frequently drunk.And, if it had not been for the same servant Grigory, who by that time had aged considerably too, and used to look after him sometimes almost like a tutor, Fyodor Pavlovitch might have got into terrible scrapes.Alyosha's arrival seemed to affect even his moral side, as though something had awakened in this prematurely old man which had long been dead in his soul.
"Do you know," he used often to say, looking at Alyosha, "that you are like her, 'the crazy woman'"- that was what he used to call his dead wife, Alyosha's mother.Grigory it was who pointed out the "crazy woman's" grave to Alyosha.He took him to our town cemetery and showed him in a remote corner a cast-iron tombstone, cheap but decently kept, on which were inscribed the name and age of the deceased and the date of her death, and below a four-lined verse, such as are commonly used on old-fashioned middle-class tombs.To Alyosha's amazement this tomb turned out to be Grigory's doing.He had put it up on the poor "crazy woman's" grave at his own expense, after Fyodor Pavlovitch, whom he had often pestered about the grave, had gone to Odessa, abandoning the grave and all his memories.Alyosha showed no particular emotion at the sight of his mother's grave.He only listened to Grigory's minute and solemn account of the erection of the tomb; he stood with bowed head and walked away without uttering a word.It was perhaps a year before he visited the cemetery again.
But this little episode was not without an influence upon Fyodor Pavlovitch- and a very original one.He suddenly took a thousand roubles to our monastery to pay for requiems for the soul of his wife;but not for the second, Alyosha's mother, the "crazy woman," but for the first, Adelaida Ivanovna, who used to thrash him.In the evening of the same day he got drunk and abused the monks to Alyosha.He himself was far from being religious; he had probably never put a penny candle before the image of a saint.Strange impulses of sudden feeling and sudden thought are common in such types.
I have mentioned already that he looked bloated.His countenance at this time bore traces of something that testified unmistakably to the life he had led.Besides the long fleshy bags under his little, always insolent, suspicious, and ironical eyes; besides the multitude of deep wrinkles in his little fat face, the Adam's apple hung below his sharp chin like a great, fleshy goitre, which gave him a peculiar, repulsive, sensual appearance; add to that a long rapacious mouth with full lips, between which could be seen little stumps of black decayed teeth.He slobbered every time he began to speak.He was fond indeed of making fun of his own face, though, Ibelieve, he was well satisfied with it.He used particularly to point to his nose, which was not very large, but very delicate and conspicuously aquiline."A regular Roman nose," he used to say, "with my goitre I've quite the countenance of an ancient Roman patrician of the decadent period." He seemed proud of it.
