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one unknown Doctor Kerzhentseff!

I spoke clearly, precisely, emphasizing each phrase, at the same time keeping my eye on the hand of the clock, thinking that when it should point at six I would become a murderer. I said something funny and they laughed, and I made an effort to retain an impression of the sensation of one who was about to become a murderer. I understood the life process in Alexis not in the abstract, but rather in the physical senseโ โ€”the beating of his heart, the coursing of the blood through the veins, the suppressed vibrations of the brain, and thenโ โ€”the interruption of this process, the cessation of the heart and the blood flow, and the death of the brain.

What would be its last thought?

Never did the clearness of my consciousness reach such height and power. Never was the sensation of the many-sided, harmoniously-working I so complete. Truly a god: not looking, I saw; not listening, I heard; not thinking, I understood.

Seven minutes remained, when Alexis lazily arose from the divan, stretched himself and went out.

โ€œIโ€™ll be right back,โ€ he called after him.

I did not want to look upon Tatiana Nikolayevna, so I made my way to the window, threw aside the draperies and stood still. Without looking, I was conscious that Tatiana Nikolayevna had glided quickly through the room and was standing beside me. I heard her breathing, and knew that she was not looking through the window, but upon me, and I was silent.

โ€œHow beautifully the snow sparkles!โ€ said Tatiana Nikolayevna, but I remained unresponsive. Her breath came quicker, then seemed to cease.

โ€œAnton Ignatyevich!โ€ said she, and stopped short.

I remained silent.

โ€œAnton Ignatyevich!โ€ she repeated in the same irresolute tone, and now I looked at her. Suddenly she tottered back, almost fell, as if she had been thrust back by the terrible force that was in my glance. She tottered and threw herself towards her husband, who had entered the room.

โ€œAlexis!โ€ she mumbled. โ€œAlexisโ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ Heโ โ€Šโ โ€ฆโ€

โ€œWell, what about him?โ€

Without smiling, but in a jesting tone, I said:

โ€œShe thinks that I want to kill you with that thing.โ€

Then, in an unperturbed manner, without attempt at concealment, I picked up the paperweight, and, raising it in my hand, calmly approached Alexis. He, without blinking, gazed upon me with his pale eyes and repeated:

โ€œShe thinksโ โ€Šโ โ€ฆโ€

โ€œYes, she thinks.โ€

Slowly, easily, I began to raise my hand, and Alexis also slowly began to raise his, without removing his eyes from me.

โ€œHold a moment!โ€ said I sternly.

The hand of Alexis remained where it was, while he, pale, still keeping his eyes upon me, smiled incredulously with his lips alone. Tatiana Nikolayevna uttered a strange cry, but it was too late. I struck him with the sharp edge nearer the temple than the eye. And when he fell I bent over and struck him two times more. The district attorney declared that I had struck him several times, because his head was badly crushed. But that is untrue. I struck him only three times: once when he was standing, and twice on the floor.

It is true that the blows were very hard, but there were only three. That I remember for certainโ โ€”three blows.

VI

Please do not attempt to make clear what is crossed out at the end of the fourth part, and in general do not attach undue significance to my markings or accept them as evidences of deranged thought. In the strange position in which I find myself, I admit I am forced to exercise the greatest care, as you may well understand.

The dusk of night always acts strongly upon an exhausted nervous system, and that is why we are visited so frequently at night by horrible thoughts. On that night, following the murder, my nerves were, of course, in a particularly tense state. Despite my self-control, it is no jest to kill a man. After tea, having made my toilet, manicured my nails and changed my dress, I called in Maria Vasilyevna to keep me company. She was my housekeeper and a substitute for a wife. I think she had a lover on the side, but she is a pretty woman, gentle and not greedy, and I easily reconciled myself with this slight fault, which is almost unavoidable when a man obtains love for money. This stupid woman was the first to strike me a blow.

โ€œKiss me!โ€ said I.

She smiled stupidly and remained unmoved.

โ€œCome, now!โ€

All of a sudden she trembled, blushed and with frightened eyes drew herself appealingly toward me from across the table and said:

โ€œAnton Ignatyevich, little soul, go to the doctor!โ€

โ€œWhat next?โ€ I exclaimed angrily.

โ€œOh, please, donโ€™t shout so, Iโ€™m afraid! Iโ€™m so afraid of you, little soul mine, little angel!โ€

Yet she knew nothing of my fits, nor of the murder, and I had been always kind with her and reasonable. It was to be inferred that there was something in my person that other people did not haveโ โ€”something that frightened. The thought flashed through my mind and was gone quickly, leaving a strange sensation of cold in the legs and spine. It dawned upon me that Maria Vasilyevna must have learned something from the servant-maid or had stumbled across some spoiled apparel discarded by me, and this altogether naturally explained her fright.

โ€œLeave me!โ€ I commanded.

Then I retired to the divan in my library. I had no desire to read; my entire body felt weary, and my condition in general was such as experienced by an actor after a brilliantly played role. It was pleasant to gaze upon the books and pleasant to think that some time later I would read them. I was pleased with my entire apartment, with the divan and with Maria Vasilyevna. There flashed through my mind fragments of phrases from my role. Mentally I reenacted certain motions which I had made, and occasionally critical thoughts glided languidly: In such and such a situation it could have been better said or done. However, I was much gratified with my improvised โ€œHold a moment!โ€ This will seem flimsy

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