action。　Suppose；　however；　that　people　DO　suppose　you　to　suppose
  such　a　thingWell；　to　sum　up；〃　he　added；　feeling　that　he　was
  getting　a　little　mixed　in　his　pronouncements；　〃you　had　much
  better　not　suppose　anything　of　the　kind。〃
  My　friend　was　perfectly　right；　though　it　was　not　until　long；　long
  afterwards　that　experience　of　life　taught　me　the　evil　that　comes
  of　thinkingstill　worse；　of　sayingmuch　that　seems　very　fine；
  taught　me　that　there　are　certain　thoughts　which　should　always　be
  kept　to　oneself；　since　brave　words　seldom　go　with　brave　deeds。　I
  learnt　then　that　the　mere　fact　of　giving　utterance　to　a　good
  intention　often　makes　it　difficult；　nay；　impossible；　to　carry
  that　good　intention　into　effect。　Yet　how　is　one　to　refrain　from
  giving　utterance　to　the　brave；　self…sufficient　impulses　of　youth？
  Only　long　afterwards　does　one　remember　and　regret　them；　even　as
  one　incontinently　plucks　a　flower　before　its　blooming；　and
  subsequently　finds　it　lying　crushed　and　withered　on　the　ground。
  The　very　next　morning　I；　who　had　just　been　telling　my　friend
  Dimitri　that　money　corrupts　all　human　relations；　and　had　（as　we
  have　seen）　squandered　the　whole　of　my　cash　on　pictures　and
  Turkish　pipes；　accepted　a　loan　of　twenty　roubles　which　he
  suggested　should　pay　for　my　travelling　expenses　into　the　country；
  and　remained　a　long　while　thereafter　in　his　debt！
  XXII
  INTIMATE　CONVERSATION　WITH　MY　FRIEND
  THIS　conversation　of　ours　took　place　in　a　phaeton　on　the　way　to
  Kuntsevo。　Dimitri　had　invited　me　in　the　morning　to　go　with　him　to
  his　mother's；　and　had　called　for　me　after　luncheon；　the　idea
  being　that　I　should　spend　the　evening；　and　perhaps　also　pass　the
  night；　at　the　country…house　where　his　family　lived。　Only　when　we
  had　left　the　city　and　exchanged　its　grimy　streets　and　the
  unbearably　deafening　clatter　of　its　pavements　for　the　open　vista
  of　fields　and　the　subdued　grinding　of　carriage…wheels　on　a　dusty
  high　road　（while　the　sweet　spring　air　and　prospect　enveloped　us
  on　every　side）　did　I　awake　from　the　new　impressions　and
  sensations　of　freedom　into　which　the　past　two　days　had　plunged
  me。　Dimitri　was　in　his　kind　and　sociable　mood。　That　is　to　say；　he
  was　neither　frowning　nor　blinking　nervously　nor　straightening　his
  neck　in　his　collar。　For　my　own　part；　I　was　congratulating　myself
  on　those　noble　sentiments　which　I　have　expressed　above；　in　the
  belief　that　they　had　led　him　to　overlook　my　shameful　encounter
  with　Kolpikoff；　and　to　refrain　from　despising　me　for　it。　Thus　we
  talked　together　on　many　an　intimate　subject　which　even　a　friend
  seldom　mentions　to　a　friend。　He　told　me　about　his　family　whose
  acquaintance　I　had　not　yet　madeabout　his　mother；　his　aunt；　and
  his　sister；　as　also　about　her　whom　Woloda　and　Dubkoff　believed　to
  be　his　〃flame；〃　and　always　spoke　of　as　〃the　lady　with　the
  chestnut　locks。〃　Of　his　mother　he　spoke　with　a　certain　cold　and
  formal　commendation；　as　though　to　forestall　any　further　mention
  of　her；　his　aunt　he　extolled　enthusiastically；　though　with　a
  touch　of　condescension　in　his　tone；　his　sister　he　scarcely
  mentioned　at　all；　as　though　averse　to　doing　so　in　my　presence；
  but　on　the　subject　of　〃the　lady　with　the　chestnut　locks〃　（whose
  real　name　was　Lubov　Sergievna；　and　who　was　a　grown…up　young　lady
  living　on　a　family　footing　with　the　Nechludoffs）　he　discoursed
  with　animation。
  〃Yes；　she　is　a　wonderful　woman；〃　he　said　with　a　conscious
  reddening　of　the　face；　yet　looking　me　in　the　eyes　with　dogged
  temerity。　〃True；　she　is　no　longer　young；　and　even　rather　elderly；
  as　well　as　by　no　means　good…looking；　but　as　for　loving　a　mere
  featherhead；　a　mere　beautywell；　I　never　could　understand　that；
  for　it　is　such　a　silly　thing　to　do。〃　（Dimitri　said　this　as　though
  he　had　just　discovered　a　most　novel　and　extraordinary　truth。）　〃I
  am　certain；　too；　that　such　a　soul；　such　a　heart　and　principles；
  as　are　hers　are　not　to　be　found　elsewhere　in　the　world　of　the
  present　day。〃　（I　do　not　know　whence　he　had　derived　the　habit　of
  saying　that　few　good　things　were　discoverable　in　the　world　of　the
  present　day；　but　at　all　events　he　loved　to　repeat　the　expression；
  and　it　somehow　suited　him。）
  〃Only；　I　am　afraid；〃　he　went　on　quietly；　after　thus　annihilating
  all　such　men　as　were　foolish　enough　to　admire　mere　beauty；　〃I　am
  afraid　that　you　will　not　understand　or　realise　her　quickly。　She
  is　modest；　even　secretive；　and　by　no　means　fond　of　exhibiting　her
  beautiful　and　surprising　qualities。　Now；　my　motherwho；　as　you
  will　see；　is　a　noble；　sensible　womanhas　known　Lubov　Sergievna；
  for　many　years；　yet　even　to　this　day　she　does　not　properly
  understand　her。　Shall　I　tell　you　why　I　was　out　of　temper　last
  evening　when　you　were　questioning　me？　Well；　you　must　know　that
  the　day　before　yesterday　Lubov　asked　me　to　accompany　her　to　Ivan
  Yakovlevitch's　（you　have　heard　of　him；　I　suppose？　the　fellow　who
  seems　to　be　mad；　but　who；　in　reality；　is　a　very　remarkable　man）。
  Well；　Lubov　is　extremely　religious；　and　understands　Ivan
  Yakovlevitch　to　the　full。　She　often　goes　to　see　him；　and
  converses　with　him；　and　gives　him　money　for　the　poormoney　which
  she　has　earned　herself。　She　is　a　marvellous　woman；　as　you　will
  see。　Well；　I　went　with　her　to　Ivan's；　and　felt　very　grateful　to
  her　for　having　afforded　me　the　opportunity　of　exchanging　a　word
  with　so　remarkable　a　man；　but　my　mother　could　not　understand　our
  action　at　all；　and　discerned　in　it　only　superstition。
  Consequently；　last　night　she　and　I　quarrelled　for　the　first　time
  in　our　lives。　A　very　bitter　one　it　was；　too；〃　he　concluded；　with
  a　convulsive　shrug　of　his　shoulders；　as　though　the　mention　of　it
  recalled　the　feelings　which　he　had　then　experienced。
  〃And　what　are　your　intentions　about　it　all？〃　I　inquired；　to
  divert　him　from　such　a　disagreeable　recollection。　〃That　is　to
  say；　how　do　you　imagine　it　is　going　to　turn　out？　Do　you　ever
  speak　to　her　about　the　future；　or　about　how　your　love　or
  friendship　are　going　to　end？〃
  〃Do　you　mean；　do　I　intend　to　marry　her　eventually？〃　he　inquired；
  in　his　turn；　with　a　renewed　blush；　but　turning　himself　round　and
  looking　me　boldly　in　the　face。
  〃Yes；　certainly；〃　I　replied　as　I　settled　myself　down。　〃We　are
  both　of　us　grown…up；　as　well　as　friends；　so　we　may　as　well
  discuss　our　future　life　as　we　drive　along。　No　one　could　very　well
  overlook　or　overhear　us　now。〃
  〃Why　should　I　NOT　marry　her？〃　he　went　on　in　response　to　my
  reassuring　reply。　〃It　is　my　aimas　it　should　be　the　aim　of　every
  honourable　manto　be　as　good　and　as　happy　as　possible；　and　with
  her；　if　she　should　still　be　willing　when　I　have　become　more
  independent；　I　should　be　happier　and　better　than　with　the
  greatest　beauty　in　the　world。〃
  Absorbed　in　such　conversation；　we　hardly　noticed　that　we　were
  approaching　Kuntsevo；　or　that　the　sky　was　becoming　overcast　and
  beginning　to　threaten　rain。　On　the　right；　the　sun　was　slowly
  sinking　behind　the　ancient　trees　of　the　Kuntsevo　parkone　half
  of　its　brilliant　disc　obscured　with　grey；　subluminous　cloud；　and
  the　other　half　sending　forth　spokes　of　flaming　light　which　threw
  the　old　trees　into　striking　relief　as　they　stood　there　with　their
  dense　crowns　of　green　showing　against　a　blue　patch　of　sky。　The
  light　and　shimmer　of　that　patch　contrasted　sharply　with　the　heavy
  pink　cloud　which　lay　massed　above　a　young　birch…tree　visible　on
  the　horizon　before　us；　while；　a　little　further　to　the　right；　the
  parti…coloured　roofs　of　the　Kuntsevo　mansion　could　be　seen
  projecting　above　a　belt　of　trees　and　undergrowthone　side　of　them
  reflecting　the　glittering　rays　of　the　sun；　and　the　other　side
  harmonising　with　the　more　louring　portion　of　the　heavens。　Below
  us；　and　to　the　left；　showed　the　still　blue　of　a　pond　where　it　lay
  surrounded　with　pale…green　laburnumsits　dull；　concave…looking
  depths　repeating　the　trees　in　more　sombre　shades　of　colour　over
  the　surface　of　a　hillock。　Beyond　the　water　spread　the　black
  expanse　of　a　ploughed　field；　with　the　straight　line　of　a　dark…
  green　ridge　by　which　it　was　bisected　running　far　into　the
  distance；　and　there　joining　the　leaden；　threatening　horizon。
  On　either　side　of　the　soft　road　along　which　the　phaeton　was
  pursuing　the　even　tenour　of　its　way；　bright…green；　tangled；　juicy
  belts　of　rye　were　sprouting　here　and　there　into　stalk。　Not　a
  motion　was　perceptible　in　the　air；　only　a　sweet　freshness；　and
  everything　looked　extraordinarily　clear　and　bright。　Near　the　road
  I　could　see　a　little　brown　path　winding　its　way　among　the　dark…
  green；　quarter…grown　stems　of　rye；　and　somehow　that　path　reminded
  me　vividly　of　our　village；　and　somehow　（through　some　connection
  of　thought）　the　idea　of　that　village　reminded　me　vividly　of
  Sonetchka；　and　so　of　the　fact　that　I　was　in　love　with　her。
  Notwithstanding　my　fondness　for　Dimitri　and　the　pleasure　which
  his　frankness　had　afforded　me；　I　now　felt　as　though　I　desired　to
  hear　no　more　about　his　feelings　and　intentions　with　regard　to
  Lubov　Sergievna；　but　to　talk　unstintedly