BUBNOFF. Aren't men fools!
ALYOSHKA [_stretches out on the floor_] Here, eat me up alive--and I
don't want anything. I'm a desperate man. Show me one better! Why am I
worse than others? There! Medyakin said: "If you show yourself on the
streets I smash your face!" And yet I shall go out--I'll go--and
stretch out in the middle of the street--let them choke me--I don't
want a thing!
NASTYA. Poor fellow--only a boy--and he's already putting on such
airs--
ALYOSHKA [_kneeling before her_] Lady! Mademoiselle! _Parlez
français--? Prix courrant?_ I'm on a spree--
NASTYA [_in a loud whisper_] Vassilisa!
VASSILISA [_opens door quickly; to Alyoshka_] You here again?