1 The Brothers Karamazov
urchin.
‘Well done! Now come along,’ said Mitya in an enthusi-
astic whisper.
‘Where?’ whispered Alyosha, looking about him and
finding himself in a deserted garden with no one near but
themselves. The garden was small, but the house was at least
fifty paces away.
‘There’s no one here. Why do you whisper?’ asked Alyo-
sha.
‘Why do I whisper? Deuce take it’ cried Dmitri at the top
of his voice. ‘You see what silly tricks nature plays one. I am
here in secret, and on the watch. I’ll explain later on, but,
knowing it’s a secret, I began whispering like a fool, when
there’s no need. Let us go. Over there. Till then be quiet. I
want to kiss you.
Glory to God in the world,
Glory to God in me...
I was just repeating that, sitting here, before you came.’
The garden was about three acres in extent, and planted
with trees only along the fence at the four sides. There were
apple-trees, maples, limes and birch-trees. The middle of
the garden was an empty grass space, from which several
hundredweight of hay was carried in the summer. The gar-
den was let out for a few roubles for the summer. There were
also plantations of raspberries and currants and goose-
berries laid out along the sides; a kitchen garden had been
planted lately near the house.
Dmitri led his brother to the most secluded corner of the
garden. There, in a thicket of lime-trees and old bushes of