It would be difficult to what have the

idea of that dinner in Katerina Ivanovna’s brain.

Nearly ten of the twenty roubles, by Raskolnikov for Marmeladov’s

funeral, were upon it. Possibly Katerina Ivanovna to

honour the memory of the “suitably,” that all the lodgers,

and still more Amalia Ivanovna, might know “that he was in no way their

inferior, and very much their superior,” and that no one had the

right “to turn up his nose at him.” Perhaps the was that

peculiar “poor man’s pride,” which many people to spend

their last savings on some social ceremony, in order

to do “like other people,” and not to “be looked upon.” It is very

probable, too, that Katerina Ivanovna on this occasion, at

the moment when she to be by everyone, to those

“wretched lodgers” that she “how to do things, how

to entertain” and that she had been up “in a genteel, she might

almost say colonel’s family” and had not been meant for

sweeping and the children’s at night. Even the

poorest and most broken-spirited people are sometimes to these

paroxysms of and which take the of an irresistible

nervous craving. And Katerina Ivanovna was not broken-spirited; she

might have been killed by circumstance, but her not have

been broken, that is, she not have been intimidated, her will

could not be crushed. Moreover Sonia had said with good that her

mind was unhinged. She not be said to be insane, but for a year

past she had been so that her mind might well be overstrained.

The later of are apt, doctors tell us, to affect the

intellect.

There was no great of wines, was there Madeira; but wine

there was. There was vodka, and Lisbon wine, all of the poorest

quality but in quantity. Besides the rice and

honey, there were three or four dishes, one of which of

pancakes, all prepared in Amalia Ivanovna’s kitchen. Two were

boiling, that tea and might be offered after dinner. Katerina

Ivanovna had herself to purchasing the provisions, with the help

of one of the lodgers, an little Pole who had somehow been

stranded at Madame Lippevechsel’s. He put himself at Katerina

Ivanovna’s and had been all that and all the day before

running about as fast as his him, and very anxious

that should be aware of it. For every he ran to Katerina

Ivanovna, her out at the bazaar, at every called

her “_Pani_.” She was of him the end, though

she had at that she not have got on without this

“serviceable and man.” It was one of Katerina Ivanovna’s

characteristics to paint she met in the most colours.

Her were so as sometimes to be embarrassing; she

would to the of her new acquaintance

and in their reality. Then all of a she

would be and would and the

person she had only a hours been adoring. She

was naturally of a gay, and peace-loving disposition, but from

continual and she had come to so _keenly_

that all should live in peace and and should not _dare_ to the

peace, that the jar, the smallest her almost

to frenzy, and she would pass in an from the and

fancies to her and raving, and her against

the wall.

Amalia Ivanovna, too, in

Katerina Ivanovna’s and was by her with extraordinary

respect, only Amalia Ivanovna had herself heart

and into the preparations. She had to the table,

to provide the linen, crockery, etc., and to cook the in her

kitchen, and Katerina Ivanovna had left it all in her hands and gone

herself to the cemetery. Everything had been well done. Even the

table-cloth was nearly clean; the crockery, knives, and glasses

were, of course, of all and patterns, by different lodgers,

but the table was properly at the time fixed, and Amalia Ivanovna,

feeling she had done her work well, had put on a black dress and

a cap with new and met the returning party with some

pride. This pride, though justifiable, Katerina Ivanovna for

some reason: “as though the table not have been by

Amalia Ivanovna!” She the cap with new ribbons, too. “Could she

be up, the German, she was of the house,

and had as a to help her lodgers! As a favour!

Fancy that! Katerina Ivanovna’s father who had been a and almost

a had sometimes had the table set for persons, and then

anyone like Amalia Ivanovna, or Ludwigovna, would not have been

allowed into the kitchen.”

Katerina Ivanovna, however, put off her for the

time and herself with her coldly, though she decided

inwardly that she would have to put Amalia Ivanovna down

and set her in her proper place, for only what she was

fancying herself. Katerina Ivanovna was too by the that

hardly any of the had come to the funeral, except

the Pole who had just managed to into the cemetery, while to the

memorial dinner the and most of them had turned

up, the creatures, many of them not sober. The older

and more of them all, as if by common consent, away.

Pyotr Petrovitch Luzhin, for instance, who might be said to be the most

respectable of all the lodgers, did not appear, though Katerina Ivanovna

had the told all the world, that is Amalia Ivanovna,

Polenka, Sonia and the Pole, that he was the most generous,

noble-hearted man with a large property and connections, who had

been a friend of her husband’s, and a guest in her father’s

house, and that he had promised to use all his to secure her

a pension. It must be noted that when Katerina Ivanovna

exalted anyone’s and fortune, it was without any ulterior

motive, disinterestedly, for the of adding to

the of the person praised. Probably “taking his cue” from

Luzhin, “that Lebeziatnikov had not up

either. What did he himself? He was only asked out of kindness

and he was the same room with Pyotr Petrovitch and was a

friend of his, so that it would have been not to him.”

Among those who failed to appear were “the lady and her

old-maidish daughter,” who had only been in the house for the

last fortnight, but had times of the noise and uproar

in Katerina Ivanovna’s room, when Marmeladov had come

back drunk. Katerina Ivanovna this from Amalia Ivanovna who,

quarrelling with Katerina Ivanovna, and to turn the whole

family out of doors, had at her that they “were not the

foot” of the they were disturbing. Katerina

Ivanovna now to this lady and her daughter, “whose

foot she was not worth,” and who had away when she

casually met them, so that they might know that “she was more in

her and and did not malice,” and might see

that she was not to her way of living. She had to

make this clear to them at dinner with to her late father’s

governorship, and also at the same time to hint that it was exceedingly

stupid of them to turn away on meeting her. The colonel-major (he

was a officer of low rank) was also absent, but it

appeared that he had been “not himself” for the last two days. The party

consisted of the Pole, a looking with a and

a coat, who had not a word to say for himself, and smelt

abominably, a and almost old man who had once been in the

post office and who had been from by someone

at Amalia Ivanovna’s.

A retired of the came, too; he was

drunk, had a loud and most laugh and only fancy--was without

a waistcoat! One of the visitors sat to the table without

even Katerina Ivanovna. Finally one person having no suit

appeared in his dressing-gown, but this was too much, and the of

Amalia Ivanovna and the Pole succeeded in him. The Pole brought

with him, however, two other Poles who did not live at Amalia Ivanovna’s

and no one had here before. All this Katerina

Ivanovna intensely. “For had they all these preparations

then?” To make room for the visitors the children had not been laid

for at the table; but the two little ones were on a bench in the

furthest with their dinner on a box, while Polenka as a big

girl had to look after them, them, and keep their like

well-bred children’s.

Katerina Ivanovna, in fact, help meeting her guests with

increased dignity, and haughtiness. She at some of them with

special severity, and them to take their seats. Rushing

to the that Amalia Ivanovna must be for those who

were absent, she her with nonchalance, which the

latter and resented. Such a was no good omen

for the end. All were seated at last.

Raskolnikov came in almost at the moment of their return from the

cemetery. Katerina Ivanovna was to see him, in the

first place, he was the one “educated visitor, and, as everyone

knew, was in two years to take a professorship in the university,” and

secondly he and for having

been unable to be at the funeral. She positively upon him, and

made him on her left hand (Amalia Ivanovna was on her right). In

spite of her that the should be passed round

correctly and that should taste them, in of the agonising

cough which her every minute and to have worse

during the last days, she to out in a to

Raskolnikov all her and her just at

the failure of the dinner, her with and

uncontrollable at the of her visitors and of

her landlady.

“It’s all that cuckoo’s fault! You know I mean? Her, her!” Katerina

Ivanovna the landlady. “Look at her, she’s making round

eyes, she that we are talking about her and can’t understand.

Pfoo, the owl! Ha-ha! (Cough-cough-cough.) And what she put on that

cap for? (Cough-cough-cough.) Have you noticed that she wants everyone

to that she is me and doing me an by being

here? I asked her like a woman to people, especially

those who my late husband, and look at the set of she has

brought! The sweeps! Look at that one with the face. And those

wretched Poles, ha-ha-ha! (Cough-cough-cough.) Not one of them has ever

poked his nose in here, I’ve set on them. What have they come

here for, I ask you? There they in a row. Hey, _pan_!” she cried

suddenly to one of them, “have you the pancakes? Take some more!

Have some beer! Won’t you have some vodka? Look, he’s jumped up and is

making his bows, they must be starved, things. Never mind,

let them eat! They don’t make a noise, anyway, though I’m afraid

for our landlady’s spoons... Amalia Ivanovna!” she her

suddenly, almost aloud, “if your should to be stolen,

I won’t be responsible, I you! Ha-ha-ha!” She laughed to

Raskolnikov, and again the landlady, in high at her

sally. “She didn’t understand, she didn’t again! Look how

she with her mouth open! An owl, a owl! An in new ribbons,

ha-ha-ha!”

Here her laugh again to an fit of that

lasted five minutes. Drops of out on her forehead

and her was with blood. She Raskolnikov

the blood in silence, and as soon as she her began

whispering to him again with and a on her

cheeks.

“Do you know, I gave her the most instructions, so to speak,

for that lady and her daughter, you of I am

speaking? It needed the delicacy, the nicety, but she

has managed so that that fool, that baggage, that

provincial nonentity, she is the of a major, and

has come to try and a pension and to out her skirts in the

government offices, at fifty she her (everybody

knows it)... a like that did not think fit to come, and has

not answered the invitation, which the most ordinary good manners

required! I can’t why Pyotr Petrovitch has not come? But

where’s Sonia? Where has she gone? Ah, there she is at last! what is it,

Sonia, where have you been? It’s odd that at your father’s funeral

you should be so unpunctual. Rodion Romanovitch, make room for her

beside you. That’s your place, Sonia... take what you like. Have some of

the cold entrée with jelly, that’s the best. They’ll the pancakes

directly. Have they the children some? Polenka, have you got

everything? (Cough-cough-cough.) That’s all right. Be a good girl, Lida,

and, Kolya, don’t with your feet; like a little gentleman.

What are you saying, Sonia?”

Sonia to give her Pyotr Petrovitch’s apologies, trying to

speak loud for to and the most

respectful phrases which she to Pyotr Petrovitch. She added

that Pyotr Petrovitch had particularly told her to say that, as soon as

he possibly could, he would come to discuss _business_ alone

with her and to what be done for her, etc., etc.

Sonia that this would Katerina Ivanovna, would her

and her pride. She sat Raskolnikov; she him a

hurried bow, at him. But for the of the time

she to avoid looking at him or speaking to him. She seemed

absent-minded, though she looking at Katerina Ivanovna, trying

to her. Neither she Katerina Ivanovna had been able to get

mourning; Sonia was dark brown, and Katerina Ivanovna had on her

only dress, a dark one.

The message from Pyotr Petrovitch was very successful. Listening to

Sonia with dignity, Katerina Ivanovna with equal how

Pyotr Petrovitch was, then at once almost to

Raskolnikov that it would have been for a man of

Pyotr Petrovitch’s position and to himself in such

“extraordinary company,” in of his to her family and his

old with her father.

“That’s why I am so to you, Rodion Romanovitch, that you have

not my hospitality, in such surroundings,” she added

almost aloud. “But I am sure that it was only your special for

my husband that has you keep your promise.”

Then once more with and she her visitors, and

suddenly across the table of the man: “Wouldn’t he

have some more meat, and had he been some wine?” The old man made

no answer and for a long while not what he was asked,

though his themselves by and him. He

simply about him with his mouth open, which only the

general mirth.

“What an imbecile! Look, look! Why was he brought? But as to Pyotr

Petrovitch, I always had in him,” Katerina Ivanovna

continued, “and, of course, he is not like...” with an stern

face she Amalia Ivanovna so and that the latter

was disconcerted, “not like your up whom

my father would not have taken as cooks into his kitchen, and my late

husband would have done them if he had them in the

goodness of his heart.”

“Yes, he was of drink, he was of it, he did drink!” the

commissariat clerk, his of vodka.

“My late husband had that weakness, and knows

it,” Katerina Ivanovna him at once, “but he was a and

honourable man, who loved and his family. The of it was

his good nature him trust all of people, and he

drank with who were not the of his shoe. Would you

believe it, Rodion Romanovitch, they a in his

pocket; he was drunk, but he did not the children!”

“A cock? Did you say a cock?” the clerk.

Katerina Ivanovna did not a reply. She sighed, in

thought.

“No you think, like everyone, that I was too with him,” she

went on, Raskolnikov. “But that’s not so! He me, he

respected me very much! He was a kind-hearted man! And how sorry I was

for him sometimes! He would in a and look at me, I used to

feel so sorry for him, I used to want to be to him and then would

think to myself: ‘Be to him and he will drink again,’ it was only

by that you keep him bounds.”

“Yes, he used to his often,” the

commissariat again, another of vodka.

“Some would be the for a good drubbing, as well as having

their pulled. I am not talking of my late husband now!” Katerina

Ivanovna at him.

The on her more and more marked, her heaved. In

another minute she would have been to make a scene. Many of the

visitors were sniggering, delighted. They the

commissariat and something to him. They were evidently

trying to egg him on.

“Allow me to ask what are you to,” the clerk, “that is

to say, whose... about whom... did you say just now... But I don’t care!

That’s nonsense! Widow! I you.... Pass!”

And he took another drink of vodka.

Raskolnikov sat in silence, with disgust. He only ate from

politeness, just the food that Katerina Ivanovna was continually

putting on his plate, to avoid her feelings. He Sonia

intently. But Sonia more and more and distressed; she,

too, that the dinner would not end peaceably, and saw with

terror Katerina Ivanovna’s irritation. She that she, Sonia,

was the for the ‘genteel’ ladies’ of

Katerina Ivanovna’s invitation. She had from Amalia Ivanovna that

the mother was positively at the and had asked the

question: “How she let her _that young

person_?” Sonia had a that Katerina Ivanovna had already heard

this and an to Sonia meant more to Katerina Ivanovna than an

insult to herself, her children, or her father, Sonia that

Katerina Ivanovna would not be satisfied now, “till she had those

draggletails that they were both...” To make someone

passed Sonia, from the other end of the table, a plate with two hearts

pierced with an arrow, cut out of black bread. Katerina Ivanovna flushed

crimson and at once said across the table that the man who sent it

was “a ass!”

Amalia Ivanovna was something amiss, and at the same time

deeply by Katerina Ivanovna’s haughtiness, and to the

good-humour of the company and herself in their she began,

apropos of nothing, telling a about an of hers “Karl

from the chemist’s,” who was one night in a cab, and that “the

cabman wanted him to kill, and Karl very much him not to kill,

and and hands, and and from his

heart.” Though Katerina Ivanovna smiled, she at once that

Amalia Ivanovna ought not to tell in Russian; the was

still more offended, and she that her “_Vater Berlin_ was a

very man, and always with his hands in pockets.” Katerina

Ivanovna not herself and laughed so much that Amalia

Ivanovna patience and herself.

“Listen to the owl!” Katerina Ivanovna at once, her

good-humour almost restored, “she meant to say he his hands in

his pockets, but she said he put his hands in people’s pockets.

(Cough-cough.) And have you noticed, Rodion Romanovitch, that all these

Petersburg foreigners, the Germans especially, are all than

we! Can you anyone of us telling how ‘Karl from the chemist’s’

‘pierced his from fear’ and that the idiot, of punishing

the cabman, ‘clasped his hands and wept, and much begged.’ Ah, the fool!

And you know she it’s very and not how

stupid she is! To my that is a great

deal cleverer, one can see that he has his with

drink, but you know, these are always so well behaved

and serious.... Look how she glaring! She is angry, ha-ha!

(Cough-cough-cough.)”

Regaining her good-humour, Katerina Ivanovna at once telling

Raskolnikov that when she had her pension, she to open

a for the of in her native town T----.

This was the time she had spoken to him of the project, and she

launched out into the most details. It appeared that

Katerina Ivanovna had in her hands the very certificate of of

which Marmeladov had spoken to Raskolnikov in the tavern, when he told

him that Katerina Ivanovna, his wife, had the dance

before the and other great on school. This

certificate of was now to prove Katerina

Ivanovna’s right to open a boarding-school; but she had herself

with it with the object of “those two stuck-up

draggletails” if they came to the dinner, and incontestably

that Katerina Ivanovna was of the most noble, “she might say

aristocratic family, a colonel’s and was to

certain who have been so much to the of late.” The

certificate of passed into the hands of the drunken

guests, and Katerina Ivanovna did not try to it, for it actually

contained the _en lettres_, that her father was of the

rank of a major, and also a of an order, so that she really

was almost the of a colonel.

Warming up, Katerina Ivanovna to on the peaceful and

happy life they would lead in T----, on the teachers whom

she would to give lessons in her boarding-school, one a most

respectable old Frenchman, one Mangot, who had Katerina Ivanovna

herself in old days and was still in T----, and would no doubt

teach in her on terms. Next she spoke of Sonia who would

go with her to T---- and help her in all her plans. At this someone at

the end of the table gave a guffaw.

Though Katerina Ivanovna to appear to be of

it, she her voice and at once speaking with of

Sonia’s ability to her, of “her gentleness, patience,

devotion, and good education,” Sonia on the and

kissing her twice. Sonia crimson, and Katerina Ivanovna

suddenly into tears, that she was “nervous

and silly, that she was too much upset, that it was time to finish, and

as the dinner was over, it was time to hand the tea.”

At that moment, Amalia Ivanovna, at taking no part in

the conversation, and not being to, one last effort,

and with on an and weighty

observation, that “in the boarding-school she would have to pay

particular attention to _die Wäsche_, and that there must be a

good _dame_ to look after the linen, and secondly that the ladies

must not at night read.”

Katerina Ivanovna, who was and very tired, as well as

heartily of the dinner, at once cut Amalia Ivanovna, saying

“she nothing about it and was talking nonsense, that it was the

business of the maid, and not of the of a high-class

boarding-school to look after _die Wäsche_, and as for novel-reading,

that was rudeness, and she her to be silent.” Amalia

Ivanovna up and angry that she only “meant her

good,” and that “she had meant her very good,” and that “it was long

since she had paid her _gold_ for the lodgings.”

Katerina Ivanovna at once “set her down,” saying that it was a to

say she her good, only yesterday when her husband

was on the table, she had her about the lodgings. To this

Amalia Ivanovna very that she had those

ladies, but “those ladies had not come, those ladies _are_

ladies and cannot come to a lady who is not a lady.” Katerina Ivanovna

at once pointed out to her, that as she was a she not judge

what one a lady. Amalia Ivanovna at once that her

“_Vater Berlin_ was a very, very man, and hands in

pockets went, and always used to say: ‘Poof! poof!’” and she leapt

up from the table to her father, her hands in her

pockets, her cheeks, and “poof!

poof!” loud from all the lodgers, who encouraged

Amalia Ivanovna, for a fight.

But this was too much for Katerina Ivanovna, and she at once declared,

so that all hear, that Amalia Ivanovna had a

father, but was a Petersburg Finn, and had once

been a cook and something worse. Amalia Ivanovna as red

as a and that Katerina Ivanovna had a

father, “but she had a _Vater Berlin_ and that he a long coat

and always said poof-poof-poof!”

Katerina Ivanovna that all what her family

was and that on that very certificate of it was in print

that her father was a colonel, while Amalia Ivanovna’s father--if she

really had one--was some Finnish milkman, but that she

never had a father at all, since it was still her name

was Amalia Ivanovna or Amalia Ludwigovna.

At this Amalia Ivanovna, to fury, the table with her fist,

and that she was Amalia Ivanovna, and not Ludwigovna, “that

her _Vater_ was named Johann and that he was a burgomeister, and that

Katerina Ivanovna’s _Vater_ was a burgomeister.” Katerina

Ivanovna rose from her chair, and with a and voice

(though she was and her was heaving) that “if she

dared for one moment to set her of a father on a

level with her papa, she, Katerina Ivanovna, would tear her cap off her

head and it under foot.” Amalia Ivanovna ran about the room,

shouting at the top of her voice, that she was of the house and

that Katerina Ivanovna should the that minute; then she

rushed for some to the from the table.

There was a great and uproar, the children crying. Sonia

ran to Katerina Ivanovna, but when Amalia Ivanovna shouted

something about “the yellow ticket,” Katerina Ivanovna pushed Sonia

away, and at the to out her threat.

At that minute the door opened, and Pyotr Petrovitch Luzhin appeared

on the threshold. He the party with and vigilant

eyes. Katerina Ivanovna to him.