CHAPTER7ANDINTHEOPENAIR
"Theairisfresh, , ."
"Itoohavesomethingimportanttosaytoyou," observedAlyosha, "onlyIdon'tknowhowtobegin."
", andthat', bytheway, abouttheboy: Icouldnotexplaintoyouinthere, —'sthenicknametheygivetomybeard, , yourbrotherDmitriFyodorovitchwaspullingmebymybeard, I'ddonenothing, -place; atthatmomenttheboyswerecomingoutofschool, .'Father,' hecried, 'father!' Hecaughtholdofme, huggedme, triedtopullmeaway, cryingtomyassailant, 'Letgo, letgo, it'smyfather, forgivehim!'—yes, heactuallycried 'forgivehim.' Heclutchedatthathand, thatveryhand, inhislittlehandsandkissedit....Irememberhislittlefaceatthatmoment, Ihaven'tforgottenitandInevershall!"
"Iswear," criedAlyosha, "thatmybrotherwillexpresshismostdeepandsincereregret, evenifhehastogodownonhiskneesinthatsamemarketplace....I'llmakehimorheisnobrotherofmine!"
"Aha, thenit'sonlyasuggestion! , inthatcaseallowmetotellyouofyourbrother'shighlychivalroussoldierlygenerosity, : 'Youareanofficer,' hesaid, 'andIamanofficer, , thoughyouareascoundrel.' That'! IretiredwithIlusha, andthatsceneisafamilyrecordimprintedforeveronIlusha', it''vejustbeeninourmansion, whatdidyouseethere? Threeladies, oneacrippleandweak-minded, , dyingtogetbacktoPetersburg, 'tspeakofIlusha, , andifIdie, whatwillbecomeofallofthem? , whatthen? Whatwillbecomeofthem? Andworsestill, ifhedoesn'tkillmebutonlycripplesme: Icouldn'twork, ? MustItakeIlushafromschoolandsendhimtobeginthestreets? That''ssillytalkandnothingelse."

