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“It” is one of the most voluminous and deep novels Stephen King. Making a good film adaptation of this book is not easy. Argentine director Andres Muschietti dealt with this by creating amazing picture about friendship, fear and hope. But even he had to sacrifice some of the book. Some scenes and storylines were not included in the film, and others turned into Easter eggs, which are a pleasure for a King connoisseur to catch.
The editors of MirF walked through the streets of Derry and even ventured into an abandoned house on Nable Street. We talk about the results of our expedition through the pages of the book and the new film.
Time and place of action
One day, on the streets of Derry, a provincial American town, children began to disappear - a monster awakened, hungry for children's fears. In the novel, before the reader’s eyes, two parallel plots develop at once: about adult heroes and their childhood memories, which drag them into an endlessly repeating nightmare.
Andres Muschietti moved away from the book format and divided the chapters of children and adults into two separate stories, of which only the first was included in the film. This weakened the connection between the past and the future, but the plot became less predictable.
Muschietti also moved the action forward 27 years - now it’s not adults who live in the 1980s, but teenagers. This also influenced the fears that haunt the heroes. The werewolves and mummies of 1950s films have been replaced by new horrors - clowns and headless children. Only half of the “losers” have their fears unchanged: Beverly Marsh, as before, is afraid of blood (as well as her own father), Eddie is afraid of diseases, and Bill Denbrough is lured into the sewer by his dead brother Georgie.
The bloody fountain in the bathroom is reminiscent of a scene from A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984).
The guys take refuge in the Wasteland from the deadly tricks of Pennywise and the Henry Bowers gang. They perceive it as “their” territory, a safe refuge where nothing threatens them. It is thanks to this confidence that children win the “apocalyptic battle of the stones.” But in the film, the Kenduskeg River valley is an ordinary, unremarkable place. The on-screen characters have no attachment to him: at first, Bill even persuades his friends to go there in search of Georgie.
Forgotten Scenes
Even if we take only the line of children, the director missed several large-scale scenes. One of them is the murder of Eddie Corcoran. Eddie and his younger brother Dorsey suffered from domestic violence. One day, the father went completely crazy and killed Dorsey with a hammer, and Eddie, frightened, ran away from home. Unfortunately, in the Wasteland, he came across Pennywise: he took on the image of his dead brother, and then, turning into a swamp monster from the horror film “Creature from the Black Lagoon,” beheaded Eddie. This is not in the film - either the special effects were too expensive, or the director decided not to overload the film with another line with parental cruelty.
The scene with spontaneous turning of pages was replaced by frames switching on the projector - it turned out spectacular!
In the book, children learn the nature of It through the ancient Indian ritual “Chud”. Inhaling the smoke of smoldering grass, Mike and Richie see that Pennywise is an ancient monster who is fueled by childhood fears. This mystery is revealed when Bill enters the void between our universe and other dimensions, where It was born. During the ritual, Bill meets Maturin, the ancient turtle who created the world - from her he learns that Pennywise can only be defeated by the power of the mind.
In the film, the origin of the monster remains a mystery. As actor Bill Skarsgård said, a flashback about the 17th century was cut out of the final film, which described the backstory of Pennywise and his awakening after millennia of sleep. Perhaps it will be included in the sequel.
IN final battle Pennywise transforms - but in different ways. In the book, he turns into a huge spider with bulging red eyes, who is waiting for offspring. Moreover, this is only one of the incarnations of the clown, the closest to his metaphysical essence. Its true form is a collection of orange "dead" lights that live in the void between universes. In the film, he rushes about and takes the form of fear of one child, then another. A hint of the lights can only be seen at the end of the film, when Bev looks into the monster's mouth.
Finally, they did not show the most controversial scene of the novel - group sex"losers" with Beverly. In the book, after the final battle with Pennywise, the guys got lost in the labyrinths of the sewers. To restore spiritual unity and find a way out, the children perform this strange and shocking ritual. Of course, no one bothered to film such a scene. According to rumors, Cary Fukanaga, who was originally planned to direct It, was considering including some kind of analogue of it in the film - and was removed from the project.
Stephen King himself admits that he only thought about the emotional side of the transition from childhood to adult life and likened intimacy ancient initiation rites. However, most viewers breathed a sigh of relief when this outrage was never shown.
In the film, the "losers" swim together, stare at Bev, and later two of them kiss her, but otherwise everything is innocent
"Losers Club"
In the book, the “losers” always stuck together - this was the only way they could defeat the monster. In the film, their friendship is at some point under threat: after the first foray into an abandoned house, Richie Tozier demands to stop the hunt for the clown, to which Bill, angry, slaps his friend. Bookish Denbrough would never have done this: he understood how important it was to maintain peace in the team.
The characters of the other guys were also reviewed. Beverly's image at first coincides with the literary one: a bright, fighting girl who will give any guy a head start. But her relationship with her father is more complicated. In the book, she is afraid of him, but in her own way she loves him, just like he loves her. Because of this unhealthy love, Bev even marries his copy. In the film, Al Marsh is a real threat to his daughter, and it is because of him that she falls into the clutches of Pennywise. This couldn’t happen to bookish Beverly: she’s not afraid of the clown’s tricks and can stand up for herself.
Rumor has it that in Fukanaga's draft, his father's harassment of Bev was much more explicit.
The character that was cut the most was Mike Hanlon, the narrator and one of the key characters in the book. He shows the “losers” his father’s album with old photographs, which contains evidence of all the misfortunes that have befallen Derry since its founding. Then the children learn that Pennywise is not a person, but something more. In the film, this role went to Ben Hansom.
By the way, Ben is not only an avid reader, but also a talented engineer. In the book, he built a secret underground base for the "losers" and even made a silver bullet intended for Pennywise.
In the book, Mike's father is alive and plays an important role
Eddie is not the brightest “loser”, but he also has a couple of decent scenes. Particularly interesting is his meeting with a leper who treats the boy with a placebo - all this embodies Eddie's fears of disease. In the novel this scene is deeper. The stranger offers the boy intimate services, which reflects Eddie's fears of his awakening sexuality, which were nurtured by his mother. She not only limited physical development son, but also held back his emotional and sexual maturation.
To stop Tozier from saying anything too much, his friends would tell him, “Beep-Beep, Richie.” In the film, this phrase is heard only once, at a rather scary moment.
Villains
Henry Bowers's father in the book was always a scoundrel, and after being injured in the war, he completely went off the rails. He kept snapping at Henry or quarreling with Mike Hanlon's father, whose family he hated because of the color of his skin. On-screen Butch Bowers is also cruel to his son, but still keeps his emotions under control - it’s not for nothing that he works as a police officer. And you can’t call him a racist.
In the film, the Bowers gang doesn't live up to the scumbags in the book.
Apart from a couple of episodes, Henry's gang is much inferior to their book prototypes. In the novel, they, like predators, hunt down the guys, inventing new and ever new bullying. Most of their anger is directed at Mike: it comes to the point that they throw mud at the boy and kill his dog.
The craziest member of the gang is Patrick Hockstetter, a sadist and psychopath. As a child he strangled his younger brother, and when he got older, he began catching wounded animals and leaving them to die in an old refrigerator in a landfill. He himself died there: giant leeches sucked all the blood out of him, leaving wide bite holes all over his body.
It's a bit of a shame that in the film Patrick is just another victim of Pennywise.
Henry Bowers himself goes crazy when the clown in front of his eyes deals with the remnants of his gang. In the book, after emerging from the sewer, he confesses to the police that he killed his father; he is also found guilty of Pennywise's crimes. But in the film he fell into a well and, it seems, died. But in the sequel it is still possible to play out the book plot if Bowers survived the fall.
Links to the original
In the film adaptation, Muschietti removed or reworked a lot, but compensated for this with Easter eggs and references to the original. One of the most important is the turtle, which flashes here and there. In King's multiverse, the turtle Maturin is the creator of this world and the Guardian of the ray that supports Dark Tower. In the film, Bill noticed the Lego turtle in Georgie’s room, and then Ben saw the turtle in the water when the “losers” were relaxing at the quarry.
The novel devotes several chapters to the history of Derry. There are a couple of references to her in the film: the children talk about the fire at the Black Mark club and the explosion at the factory. And near butcher shop, where Mike faced his fear, there is graffiti reminiscent of the massacre of the George Bradley Gang that terrorized the city in the late 1920s.
The Bradley Gang massacre is one of Derry's many tragedies.
Another eerie moment in the city's history is recalled by a photo Ben saw in the Derry yearbook. There is a picture of a boy's head on a tree. Robert Dohai's head was blown off in an explosion at a metallurgical plant. A second before the explosion took his life, the boy was chewing candy - and his lips were stained with chocolate.
After the tragedy, Robert Dohai's head was found on a neighbor's apple tree.
Patrick Hockstetter saw red before he died balloon with the inscription "I Derry". This is a reference to the murder of homosexual Adrian Mellon at the city fair mentioned in the book. That day, his partner noticed a clown with a whole bunch of red holiday balloons with the same inscription. The analogy with Adrian Mellon hints that the book Patrick was partial to men. By the way, this story is based on the real murder of 23-year-old Charlie Howard in Bangor in 1984: then three teenagers beat the man and pushed him into a canal under a bridge.
Trying to cope with his stuttering, Bill repeats the tongue twister “He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts!” Readers will remember that it was she who helped Bill win a mental victory over Pennywise in the final battle. King borrowed this tongue twister from the science fiction novel Donovan's Brain by Kurt Siodmak, where the hero also reads it to protect himself from a hostile hypnotic force.
Several shots show Bill's Silver bike. In the novel, he first saves Eddie's life and, 27 years later, Bill's wife.
The route along which Georgie pursued the paper vessel was also not accidental. Jackson Street and Witcham Street appear several times in the book. As did the orange construction fence, reminiscent of a sawhorse, that the boy hit.
Muschietti did not forget about the guys’ canonical fears. In the final battle, It, turning to Ben, momentarily takes the form of a mummy - Ben was afraid of it in the novel. And during his first visit to Nable Street, Pennywise's fingers briefly transform into werewolf claws. This is an obvious reference to Richie's fear of watching horror movies.
The werewolf Easter egg is so well hidden that finding it is doubly nice
By the way, there Richie comes across clowns, one of which is a copy of Tim Curry from the old film adaptation of “It”.
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The statue of Paul Bunyan actually stands in the city of Bangor, one of the prototypes of Derry
And how many Easter eggs the costume designers hid! One of Eddie's T-shirts features a print of the supersonic Airwolf aircraft from the television series of the same name. On his other T-shirt you can see the car "Christina" from novel of the same name King. And Richie wears a T-shirt advertising Freese's, a popular Bangor department store.
But the most interesting T-shirt is Bill's. At first glance, it shows an incomprehensible logo on a green background. But if you look closely, you can make out that this is a sign of Tracker Brothers, a Derry shipping company. After 27 years, it is at their factory that the matured Eddie meets Pennywise upon his return to the city.
In the finale, Bev tells the guys that under the influence of Pennywise, she began to forget the events that happened. This foreshadows that the "losers" won't really remember each other until their next meeting with Pennywise. The order in which the guys leave the final scene is also interesting: Stan leaves first, followed by Eddie. This is the order in which the characters die in the book.
There's still hope for Bev and Bill - they're the last to go!
The first part of Andres Muschietti's film adaptation deviates greatly from the book, but the director so accurately captured the mood of the characters that all the inconsistencies fit harmoniously into the plot. And every Easter egg you notice makes your soul warm - and Pennywise is no longer so scary.
Only on the third day did the Epanchins become completely appeased. Although the prince accused himself of many things, as usual, and sincerely expected punishment, he still had at first a complete inner conviction that Lizaveta Prokofyevna could not be seriously angry with him, but was more angry with herself. Thus, such a long period of hostility put him in the darkest impasse by the third day. There were other circumstances as well, but one of them was predominant. All three days it grew progressively in the prince’s suspiciousness (and the prince had recently blamed himself for two extremes: for his unusual “senseless and annoying” gullibility and at the same time for his “gloomy, low” suspiciousness). In a word, at the end of the third day, the adventure with the eccentric lady, who was talking from her carriage with Yevgeny Pavlovich, took on frightening and mysterious proportions in my mind. The essence of the riddle, in addition to other aspects of the matter, for the prince consisted in the mournful question: is he exactly to blame for this new “monstrosity”, or only... But he did not say who else. As for the letters N.F.B., then, in his opinion, it was just an innocent prank, even a childish prank, so to even think about it would be ashamed and even in one respect almost dishonorable. However, on the very first day after the ugly “evening”, in the disorder of which he was such a main “reason”, the prince had the pleasure in the morning of receiving Prince Shch. and Adelaide: “they came in, The main thing, in order to find out about his health,” we came in from a walk, the two of us. Adelaide now noticed one tree in the park, a wonderful old tree, spreading, with long, twisted branches, all in young greenery, with a hollow and a crack; She definitely, definitely decided to sketch it! So she barely talked about this for the whole half hour of her visit. Prince Shch. was kind and sweet, as usual, he asked the prince about the past, recalled the circumstances of their first acquaintance, so almost nothing was said about yesterday. Finally, Adelaide could not stand it and, grinning, admitted that they had gone in incognito; but that, however, was the end of the confessions, although from this incognito one could already see that the parents, that is, most importantly, Lizaveta Prokofyevna, were in some kind of special displeasure. But neither about her, nor about Aglaya, nor even about Ivan Fedorovich, Adelaide and Prince Shch. did not utter a single word during their visit. When they went out for a walk again, they did not invite the prince to come with them. There was not even a hint about calling him over; Adelaide even used one very characteristic word on this score: talking about one of her watercolor work, she suddenly really wanted to show it. “How can we do this as quickly as possible? Wait! I’ll either send it to you today if Kolya comes by, or I’ll bring it to you again tomorrow when we go for a walk with the prince,” she finally concluded her bewilderment, delighted that she managed to solve this problem so deftly and conveniently for everyone. Finally, almost saying goodbye, Prince Shch. suddenly remembered: “Oh, yes,” he asked, “do you even know, dear Lev Nikolaevich, what kind of person it was who screamed to Evgeny Pavlych from the stroller yesterday? “It was Nastasya Filippovna,” said the prince, “didn’t you already know that it was her?” And I don’t know who was with her. I know, I heard! Prince Shch took up. But what did this cry mean? This, I admit, is such a mystery for me... for me and for others. Prince Shch. spoke with extreme and visible amazement. She spoke about some bills from Evgeny Pavlovich, the prince answered very simply, which came from some moneylender to Rogozhin, at her request, and that Rogozhin would wait on Evgeny Pavlovich. I heard, I heard, my dear prince, but this couldn’t have happened! Evgeny Pavlych couldn’t have any bills here! In such a state... True, it happened to him, out of carelessness, before, and even I helped him out... But in such a state, it is impossible to give bills to the moneylender and worry about them. And he can't be on You and in such friendly relations with Nastasya Filippovna, this is the main task. He swears that he doesn’t understand anything, and I completely believe him. But the point is, dear prince, that I wanted to ask you if you know something? That is, didn’t the rumor reach you at least by some miracle? No, I don’t know anything, and I assure you that I did not participate in this at all. Oh, what a prince you have become! I just don't recognize you today. How could I imagine you being a participant in such a case?.. Well, you are upset today. He hugged and kissed him. That is, in what kind of “such” case is he a participant? I don't see any "such" thing. “Without a doubt, this person wanted to somehow interfere with Evgeny Pavlych, giving him in the eyes of witnesses qualities that he does not have and cannot have,” answered Prince Shch. rather dryly. Prince Lev Nikolaevich was embarrassed, but, nevertheless, continued to look at the prince intently and questioningly; but he fell silent. And not just bills? Isn't it literally the same as yesterday? “The prince finally muttered in some impatience. But I’m telling you, judge for yourself, what could there be in common between Evgeny Pavlych and... her, and in addition with Rogozhin? I repeat to you, the fortune is enormous, which is completely known to me; another state that he expects from his uncle. Just Nastasya Filippovna... Prince Shch. suddenly fell silent again, obviously because he did not want to continue talking to the prince about Nastasya Filippovna. So, in any case, she is familiar to him? “Prince Lev Nikolaevich suddenly asked, after being silent for a minute. This seems to have been the case; windy! But, however, if it was, it was a very long time ago, even before, that is, two or three years. After all, he was still familiar with Totsky. Now nothing of this kind could happen, You they could never be! You yourself know that she wasn’t here either; was nowhere to be found. Many people still don’t know that she has appeared again. I noticed the crew for three days, no more. Great crew! said Adelaide. Yes, the crew is great. Both left, however, in the most friendly, most fraternal, one might say, disposition towards Prince Lev Nikolaevich. And for our hero this visit contained something even major. Granted, he himself had suspected a lot since last night (and maybe even earlier), but until their visit he did not dare to fully justify his fears. Now it became clear: Prince Sh., of course, interpreted the event erroneously, but still wandered around the circle of truth, still understood here intrigue. (“However, perhaps he understands himself completely correctly,” the prince thought, “but he just doesn’t want to speak out and therefore deliberately interprets it wrong.”) What was clearest of all was that people were now coming to him (and it was Prince Shch.) in the hope of some clarification; if so, then he is directly considered a participant in the intrigue. Besides, if this is all true and really important, then it follows that her some terrible goal, what kind of goal? Horror! "Yes and how her will you stop? Stop her there is no possibility when she is convinced of her goal! The prince already knew this from experience. “Crazy. Crazy." But too, too many other insoluble circumstances had gathered that morning, all at the same time, and everything required resolution immediately, so the prince was very sad. He was a little entertained by Vera Lebedeva, who came to him with Lyubochka and, laughing, told something for a long time. She was followed by her sister, who opened her mouth, followed by a high school student, the son of Lebedev, who assured that the “star Wormwood” in the Apocalypse, which fell to the ground at the sources of water, was, according to his father’s interpretation, a network of railways stretching across Europe. The prince did not believe that Lebedev was interpreting this way; it was decided to ask him himself at the first opportunity. From Vera Lebedeva, the prince learned that Keller had been hanging around with them since yesterday and, by all indications, would not leave them for a long time, because he had found company and became friendly with General Ivolgin; however, he announced that he was staying with them solely to complete his education. In general, the prince began to like Lebedev’s children more and more every day. Kolya was gone all day: he went to St. Petersburg early in the morning. (Lebedev also left early on some business of his own). But the prince was looking forward to the visit of Gavrila Ardalionovich, who certainly had to come to him today. He arrived at seven o'clock in the afternoon, immediately after lunch. From the first glance at him, the prince thought that at least this gentleman should know all the ins and outs unmistakably, and how could he not know, having such assistants as Varvara Ardalionovna and her husband? But the prince had a special relationship with Ganya. The prince, for example, entrusted him with the Burdovsky case and especially asked him about it; but, despite this power of attorney and something that had happened before, some points constantly remained between both of them, about which it was, as it were, decided not to say anything to each other. It sometimes seemed to the prince that Ganya, perhaps, wanted the most complete and friendly sincerity on his part; now, for example, as soon as he entered, it immediately seemed to the prince that Ganya was in highest degree I am convinced that at this very moment the time has come to break the ice between them at all points. (Gavrila Ardalionovich, however, was in a hurry; Lebedev’s sister was waiting for him; both of them were in a hurry on some business). But if Ganya was really expecting a whole series of impatient questions, involuntary messages, friendly outpourings, then he, of course, was very mistaken. During the entire twenty minutes of his visit, the prince was even very thoughtful, almost absent-minded. The expected questions, or, better to say, the one main question that Ganya was waiting for, could not have happened. Then Ganya decided to speak with great restraint. He talked non-stop for the entire twenty minutes, laughed, carried on the lightest, sweetest and fastest chatter, but did not touch on the main thing. Ganya said, among other things, that Nastasya Filippovna had only been here in Pavlovsk for four days and was already attracting everyone’s attention. She lives somewhere in some Matrosskaya street, in a small, awkward house, with Daria Alekseevna, and her crew is almost the first in Pavlovsk. A whole crowd of old and young seekers had already gathered around her; The carriage is sometimes accompanied by horsemen. “Nastasya Filippovna, as before, is very picky and allows people to come to her as per her choice. And yet, a whole team has formed around her, there is someone to stand up for her in case of need. One formal groom, a summer resident, had already quarreled with his bride over her; One old general almost cursed his son. She often takes with her for rides a lovely girl, just sixteen years old, a distant relative of Daria Alekseevna; this girl sings well, so in the evenings their house attracts attention. Nastasya Filippovna, however, behaves extremely decently, dresses not luxuriously, but with extraordinary taste, and all the ladies “envy her taste, beauty and carriage.” “Yesterday’s eccentric incident,” said Ganya, “of course, was deliberate and, of course, should not count. In order to find fault with her about anything, you need to find it on purpose or slander, which, however, will not be slow, concluded Ganya, expecting that the prince would certainly ask here: “Why does he call yesterday’s incident an intentional incident? And why won’t it slow down?” But the prince did not ask this. About Evgeniy Pavlovich, Ganya again expanded on himself, without much questioning, which was very strange, because he brought him into the conversation without any reason. According to Gavrila Ardalionovich, Evgeny Pavlovich did not know Nastasya Filippovna, he also only knows her a little, and precisely because four days ago he was introduced to her by someone on a walk, and it is unlikely that he has ever been to her house , along with others. It could also be about bills (Ganya even probably knows this); Yevgeny Pavlovich, of course, has a large fortune, but “some of the affairs of the estate are really in some disorder.” Ganya suddenly broke off on this curious matter. He didn’t say a single word about Nastasya Filippovna’s prank yesterday, except what was said in passing above. Finally, Varvara Ardalionovna came for Ganya, stayed for a minute, announced (also uninvited) that Evgeny Pavlovich would be in St. Petersburg today, and maybe tomorrow, that her husband (Ivan Petrovich Ptitsyn) was also in St. Petersburg, and almost affairs of Evgeniy Pavlovich, that something really happened there. As she left, she added that Lizaveta Prokofyevna was in a hellish mood today, but what was strangest of all was that Aglaya had quarreled with the whole family, not only with her father and mother, but even with both sisters, and “that this is not at all good.” Having conveyed this last (extremely significant) news as if in passing, the brother and sister left. Ganechka also did not mention a word about the matter with “Pavlishchev’s son,” perhaps out of false modesty, perhaps “sparing the prince’s feelings,” but the prince still thanked him once again for the diligent completion of the matter. The prince was very glad that he was finally left alone; he left the terrace, crossed the road and entered the park; he wanted to think about and resolve one step. But this “step” was not one of those that is thought out, but one that is not thought through, but is simply decided upon: he suddenly had a terrible desire to leave it all here, and go back to where he came from, somewhere far away, into the wilderness, to leave immediately and without even saying goodbye to anyone. He had a presentiment that if he only stayed here for even a few more days, he would certainly be drawn into this world irrevocably, and this same world would be his lot in the future. But he didn’t reason for even ten minutes and immediately decided that it was “impossible” to run, that it would be almost cowardice, that he was faced with such problems that he did not have the power to solve them, or at least not to use all his strength to resolve them. Now there’s not even any right. In such thoughts he returned home and hardly walked for a quarter of an hour. He was quite unhappy at that moment. Lebedev was still not at home, so in the evening Keller managed to burst into the prince’s room, not drunk, but with outpourings and confessions. He directly announced that he had come to tell the prince his whole life and that this was why he had stayed in Pavlovsk. There was not the slightest possibility of kicking him out: he would not have gone for anything. Keller was preparing to speak for a very long time and very awkwardly, but suddenly, almost from the first words, he jumped to the conclusion and announced that he had so lost “every sign of morality” (“solely from lack of faith in the Almighty”) that he even stole. “Can you imagine it!” “Listen, Keller, if I were you, I’d rather not admit this unless absolutely necessary,” the prince began, “but by the way, maybe you’re deliberately slandering yourself? To you, you alone, and only to help your development! No one else; I will die and take away my secret under the shroud! But, prince, if you only knew, if only you knew how difficult it is to get money in our age! Where can I get them, let me ask you after this? One answer: bring gold and diamonds, we’ll give them for them, that is, exactly what I don’t have, can you imagine it? I finally got angry and stood and stood. “And I say, will you give me some for emeralds?” “And under emeralds, he says, I’ll give it.” “Well, great, I say,” he put on his hat and went out; To hell with you, you scoundrels! By God! Did you have emeralds? What emeralds I have! Oh, prince, how you still have a bright and innocent, even, one might say, shepherdly, look at life! The prince finally felt not so much sorry, but as if ashamed. The thought even flashed through his mind: “Isn’t it possible to make something out of this man as someone else’s? good influence?. For some reasons, he considered his own influence to be very unsuitable, not out of self-deprecation, but due to some special view of things. Little by little they started talking, to the point where they didn’t want to break up. Keller admitted such matters with extraordinary readiness that it was impossible to imagine how one could talk about such matters. As he began each story, he affirmed positively that he repented and was internally “full of tears,” and yet he told it as if he was proud of his action, and at the same time it was sometimes so funny that he and the prince finally laughed like crazy. “The main thing is that you have some kind of childish gullibility and extraordinary truthfulness,” the prince finally said, “do you know that with this alone you are very redeeming?” Noble, noble, chivalrously noble! confirmed Keller with emotion. But, you know, prince, everything is just in dreams and, so to speak, in courage, but in reality it never works out! And why? And I can’t understand. Don't despair. Now we can say affirmatively that you presented me with all your ins and outs; at least, it seems to me that now nothing more can be added to what you said, right? It’s impossible?! Keller exclaimed with some regret. Oh, prince, to what extent do you still, so to speak, understand a person in a Swiss way? Is it really possible to add more? The prince said with timid surprise. So what did you expect from me, Keller, please tell me, and why did you come with your confession? From you? What were you waiting for? Firstly, your innocence alone is pleasant to look at; It’s a pleasure to sit and talk with you; I at least know that before me is a most virtuous person, and secondly... secondly... He hesitated. Maybe they wanted to borrow money? - the prince prompted very seriously and simply, even somewhat timidly. Keller felt a jerk; he quickly, with the same surprise, looked the prince straight in the eyes and slammed his fist firmly on the table. Well, this is how you knock a person off his last leg! Yes, have mercy, prince: this is such simplicity, such innocence, which was unheard of even in the golden age, and suddenly at the same time you pierce through a person, like an arrow, with such a deep psychology of observation. But excuse me, Prince, this requires clarification, because I... I'm just confused! Of course, in the end, my goal was to borrow money, but you asked me about money as if you didn’t find it reprehensible, as if this was how it should be? Yes... that's how it should be from you. And not outraged? Yes... with what? Listen, Prince, I have stayed here since yesterday evening, firstly, out of special respect for the French Archbishop Bourdal (Lebedev’s was uncorked until three o’clock), and secondly, and most importantly (and I am baptized with all crosses that I am telling the true truth !), because I stayed because I wanted, so to speak, by telling you my full, heartfelt confession, thereby promoting my own development; With this thought, I fell asleep at four o’clock, shedding tears. Do you believe now to the noblest person: at that very moment, as I fell asleep, sincerely full of internal and, so to speak, external tears (because, finally, I was sobbing, I remember it!), one hellish thought came to me: “What, shouldn’t I borrow from him?” in the end, after confession, money?” Thus, I prepared a confession, so to speak, as if it were some kind of “feneserf under tears”, so that with these same tears the road would be softened and so that, having relaxed, you would count out one hundred and fifty rubles to me. Isn't that too low in your opinion? But this is probably not true, but one thing just came together. Two thoughts came together, this happens very often. With me continuously. I, however, think that this is not good, and, you know, Keller, I blame myself for this most of all. You've definitely told me about myself now. It even happened to me sometimes to think,” continued the prince very seriously, truly and deeply interested, “that all people are like that, so I began to approve of myself, because with these double thoughts are terribly difficult to fight; I experienced. God knows how they come and are born. But you call this downright baseness! Now I will begin to be afraid of these thoughts again. In any case, I'm not your judge. But still, in my opinion, this cannot be called outright baseness, what do you think? You cheated in order to lure money out through tears, but you yourself swear that your confession had another goal, a noble one, and not just a monetary one; As for money, you really need it for a spree, don’t you? And this, after such a confession, is, of course, cowardice. But how can one also get behind the revelry in one minute? After all, this is impossible. What to do? Best on own conscience Leave yours, what do you think? The prince looked at Keller with extreme curiosity. The question of double thoughts had apparently occupied him for a long time. Well, I don’t understand why they call you an idiot after that! Keller cried. The prince blushed slightly. Preacher Bourdalou, he would not have spared a man, but you spared a man and judged me humanly! To punish myself and to show that I am touched, I don’t want one hundred and fifty rubles, give me only twenty-five rubles, and that’s enough! That's all I need for at least two weeks. I won’t come for the money before two weeks. I wanted to pamper Agashka, but she wasn’t worth it. Oh, dear prince, God bless you! Lebedev finally entered; had just returned, and, noticing the twenty-five-ruble note in Keller’s hands, winced. But Keller, who found himself with money, was already in a hurry to get out and immediately disappeared. Lebedev immediately began to slander him. “You are unfair, he really sincerely repented,” the prince finally noticed. But what’s the use of repentance! Exactly like I did yesterday: “low, low,” but only words, sir! So you only had one words? And I was thinking... Well, here you are, you alone, I will declare the truth, because you discern a person: words, deeds, lies, and truth - I have everything together, and completely sincerely. The truth and deed consist in my true repentance, believe it or not, I swear, but the words and lies consist in the hellish (and always inherent) thought of how to catch a person here, how to win through tears of repentance! By God, yes! I wouldn’t tell anyone else: he’ll laugh or spit; but you, prince, judge humanly. “Well, that’s exactly what he told me just now,” cried the prince, “and both of you are definitely boasting!” You surprise even me, only he is more sincere than you, and you have turned him into a decisive craft. Well, that's enough, don't frown, Lebedev, and don't put your hands on your heart. Won't you tell me something? You won't come in for nothing... Lebedev winced and warped. I have been waiting for you all day to ask you one question; At least once in your life, answer the truth from the first word: did you participate in any way in this stroller yesterday or not? Lebedev grimaced again, began to giggle, rubbed his hands, even finally sneezed, but still did not dare to say anything. I see that I participated. But indirectly, only indirectly! The real truth I say! The only reason I participated was to let a well-known person know in a timely manner that such a company had gathered with me and that certain people were present. I know that you are your son there they sent it, he told me himself just now, but what kind of intrigue is this! The prince exclaimed impatiently. “Not my intrigue, not mine,” Lebedev waved it off, “there are others, others, and rather, so to speak, fantasy than intrigue. What’s the matter, explain, for Christ’s sake? Don't you understand that this concerns me directly? After all, Evgeny Pavlovich is being vilified here. Prince! Most illustrious prince! Lebedev winced again, because you don’t allow the whole truth to be told; I already started telling you about the truth; not once; you didn't allow me to continue... The prince paused and thought. Well, okay; “tell the truth,” he said heavily, apparently after a great struggle. Aglaya Ivanovna... Lebedev immediately began. Be silent, be silent! The prince shouted furiously, all red with indignation, and perhaps with shame. This can’t be true, it’s all nonsense! You made all this up yourself or are just as crazy. And may I never hear this from you again! Late in the evening, at about eleven o'clock, Kolya appeared with a whole box of news. His news was twofold: St. Petersburg and Pavlovsk. He quickly told the main ones from St. Petersburg (mainly about Hippolytus and yesterday’s story), in order to move on to them again later, and quickly moved on to Pavlov’s stories. Three hours ago he returned from St. Petersburg and, without visiting the prince, went straight to the Epanchins. “It’s terrible there!” Of course, the stroller is in the foreground, but, probably, something else happened here, something unknown to him and the prince. “I, of course, did not spy and did not want to interrogate anyone; However, they received me well, so well that I did not even expect, but not a word about you, prince!” The most important and interesting thing is that Aglaya quarreled with her people just now over Ganya. What details the matter consisted of is unknown, but only for Ganya (imagine that!), and they even quarrel terribly, therefore, something important. The general arrived late, he arrived frowning, he arrived with Yevgeny Pavlovich, who was received excellently, and Yevgeny Pavlovich himself was surprisingly cheerful and sweet. The most important news is that Lizaveta Prokofyevna, without any noise, called Varvara Ardalionovna, who was sitting with the girls, to her, and kicked her out of the house once and for all, in the most polite way, however, “I heard from Varya herself.” But when Varya left Lizaveta Prokofyevna and said goodbye to the girls, they did not know that she had been refused home once and for all and that she was in last time says goodbye to them. But Varvara Ardalionovna was with me at seven o’clock? asked the surprised prince. And they kicked her out at eight or eight. I’m very sorry for Varya, sorry for Ganya... they, no doubt, have eternal intrigues, they can’t live without it. And I could never know what they were planning, and I don’t want to find out. But I assure you, my dear, kind prince, that there is a heart in Ghana. This is a man in many respects, of course, lost, but in many respects there are features in him that are worth looking for to find, and I will never forgive myself for not understanding him before... I don’t know whether to continue now, after the story with Varya. True, from the very beginning I set myself up completely independently and separately, but still I need to think about it. “You are in vain to feel too sorry for your brother,” the prince remarked to him, “if it has come to this, then Gavrila Ardalionovich is dangerous in the eyes of Lizaveta Prokofievna, and therefore, his certain hopes are confirmed. How, what hopes! Kolya cried out in amazement. Don’t you think that Aglaya... this cannot be! The prince remained silent. “You are a terrible skeptic, prince,” added Kolya after two minutes, “I notice that for some time you have become an extreme skeptic; you begin to believe nothing and assume everything... did I use the word “skeptic” correctly in this case? I think that’s correct, although I probably don’t know myself. “But I myself refuse the word “skeptic,” but I found a new explanation,” Kolya suddenly shouted, “you are not a skeptic, but a jealous person!” You are hellishly jealous of Ganya for the famous proud maiden! Having said this, Kolya jumped up and laughed as, perhaps, he had never been able to laugh. Seeing that the prince was all red, Kolya laughed even more; he really liked the idea that the prince was jealous of Aglaya, but he fell silent immediately, noticing that he was sincerely upset. Then they talked very seriously and anxiously for another hour or hour and a half. The next day, the prince spent the whole morning in St. Petersburg on one urgent matter. Returning to Pavlovsk already at five o'clock in the afternoon, he met at the voxal railway with Ivan Fedorovich. He quickly grabbed him by the hand, looked around, as if in fear, and dragged the prince with him into the first class carriage to ride together. He was eager to talk about something important. First of all, dear prince, don’t be angry with me, and if there was anything on my part, forget it. I would have come to see you yesterday, but I didn’t know how Lizaveta Prokofyevna felt about this... At my house... it’s just hell, a mysterious sphinx has taken up residence, and I walk around, I don’t understand anything. As for you, in my opinion, you are the least to blame for us, although, of course, a lot has happened through you. You see, prince, it’s nice to be a philanthropist, but not very nice. You may have already tasted the fruit yourself. Of course, I love kindness and respect Lizaveta Prokofyevna, but... The general continued in this manner for a long time, but his words were surprisingly incoherent. It was clear that he was shocked and embarrassed extremely by something that was extremely incomprehensible to him. “I have no doubt that you have nothing to do with it,” he finally spoke out more clearly, “but don’t visit us for a while, I ask you in a friendly manner, until the wind changes.” “As for Evgeny Pavlych,” he cried with extraordinary fervor, “then all this is senseless slander, a slander of slander! This is a slander, there is intrigue, a desire to destroy everything and cause us to quarrel. You see, prince, I’m telling you in your ear: not a single word has been said between us and Evgeny Pavlych, do you understand? We are not bound by anything, but this word can be said, and even soon, and even, perhaps, very soon! So here's to damaging! Why, why, I don’t understand! An amazing woman, an eccentric woman, I’m so afraid of her that I can barely sleep. And what a carriage, white horses, this is chic, this is exactly what is called chic in French! Who is this for her? By God, I sinned, I thought about Evgeniy Pavlych the day before yesterday. But it turns out that it can’t be, and if it can’t be, then why does she want to upset here? Here, here is the task! To keep Evgeny Pavlych with you? But I repeat to you, and here’s a cross for you, that he doesn’t know her and that these bills are a fiction! And with such impudence he You shouts across the street! Pure conspiracy! It’s clear that we must reject him with contempt, and double our respect for Evgeniy Pavlych. That’s what I said to Lizaveta Prokofyevna. Now I’ll tell you the most intimate thought: I am stubbornly convinced that she is taking personal revenge on me, remember, for the past, although I have never been guilty of anything before her. I blush just at the memory. Now she has appeared again, I thought she disappeared completely. Where is this Rogozhin sitting, please tell me? I thought, she It's been a long time since Mrs. Rogozhina... In a word, the man was very confused. For almost an hour of the journey he spoke alone, asked questions, resolved them himself, shook the prince’s hand and, at least in this one thing, convinced the prince that he did not even think of suspecting him of anything. This was important for the prince. He ended with a story about Evgeniy Pavlych’s uncle, the head of some office in St. Petersburg, “in a prominent place, seventy years old, a viver, a grocery store and generally a capricious old man... Ha-ha! I know that he heard about Nastasya Filippovna and even sought her out. I stopped by to see him just now; does not accept, is unhealthy, but rich, rich, important and... God grant him many years of health, but again, Evgeniy Pavlych will get everything... Yes, yes... but I’m still afraid! I don’t understand what, but I’m afraid... It’s as if something is floating in the air, as if bat, trouble flies, and I’m afraid, I’m afraid!...” And finally, only on the third day, as we wrote above, a formal reconciliation of the Epanchins with Prince Lev Nikolaevich followed.
