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‘How do you mean, you don’t accept the world?’ Rakitin
thought a moment over his answer. ‘What idiocy is this?’
Alyosha did not answer.
‘Come, enough nonsense, now to business. Have you had
anything to eat to-day?’
‘I don’t remember.... I think I have.’
‘You need keeping up, to judge by your face. It makes
one sorry to look at you. You didn’t sleep all night either,
I hear; you had a meeting in there. And then all this bob-
bery afterwards. Most likely you’ve had nothing to eat but a
mouthful of holy bread. I’ve got some sausage in my pocket;
I’ve brought it from the town in case of need, only you won’t
eat sausage...’
‘Give me some.’
‘I say! You are going it! Why, it’s a regular mutiny, with
barricades! Well, my boy, we must make the most of it.
Come to my place... shouldn’t mind a drop of vodka myself,
I am tired to death. Vodka is going too far for you, I sup-
pose... or would you like some?’
‘Give me some vodka too.’
‘Hullo! You surprise me, brother!’ Rakitin looked at him
in amazement. ‘Well, one way or another, vodka or sausage,
this is a jolly fine chance and mustn’t be missed. Come
along.’
Alyosha got up in silence and followed Rakitin.
‘If your little brother Ivan could see this wouldn’t he be
surprised! By the way, your brother Ivan set off to Moscow
this morning, did you know?’
‘Yes,’ answered Alyosha listlessly, and suddenly the im-