And this, too, what's this
rubbish?

MITYA. I was copying these poems of Koltsov's to pass the time away, since
it's a holiday. GORDEY KARPYCH. You are sentimental for a poor lad!

MITYA. I just study for my own education, in order to understand things.

GORDEY KARPYCH. Education! Do you know what education is?--And yet you
keep on talking! You ought to get yourself a new coat! For when you come
up-stairs to us and there are guests, it's a disgrace! What do you do with
your money?

MITYA. I send it to my mother because she is old and has nowhere to get
any.

GORDEY KARPYCH. Send it to your mother! You ought to educate yourself
first; God knows what your mother needs! She wasn't brought up in luxury;
most likely she used to look after the cows herself.

MITYA. It's better that I should suffer than that my mother should be in
any want at all.

GORDEY KARPYCH. This is simply disgusting! If you don't know yourself how
to observe decency, then sit in your hovel! If you haven't anything to
wear, then don't have any fancies! You write verses, you wish to educate
yourself--and you go about looking like a factory hand! Does education
consist in this, in singing idiotic songs? You idiot! [_Through his teeth
and looking askance at_ MITYA] Fool! [_Is silent_] Don't you dare to show
yourself in that suit up-stairs. Listen, I tell you! [_To_ RAZLYULYAYEV]
And you too! Your father, to all appearances, rakes up money with a shovel,
and you go about in this Russian smock.

RAZLYULYAYEV. What do you say! It's new--French goods--I ordered it from
Moscow--from an acquaintance--twenty rubles a yard! Do you think I ought
to go about in a bob-tailed coat, like Franz Fedorych at the apothecary's!
Why, they all tease him there!--the deuce of a coat! What's the use of
making people laugh! GORDEY KARPYCH. Much you know! It's hopeless to expect
anything of you! You yourself are an idiot, and your father hasn't much
more sense--he always goes about in dirty old clothes. You live like
ignorant fools, and like fools you will die.

RAZLYULYAYEV. That's enough!

GORDEY KARPYCH. What?

RAZLYULYAYEV. That's enough, I say!

GORDEY KARPYCH. Clown! You don't even know how to talk straight! It's
simply waste of words to speak to you--like shooting peas against a
wall--to waste words on such as you, fools! [_Goes out_.

SCENE VIII

_The same without_ TORTSOV

RAZLYULYAYEV. Just look! How savage! What a rage he's in! Oh, we're awfully