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"You lie, accursed one!" hissed Grigory.
"Consider yourself, Grigory Vassilyevitch," Smerdyakov went on, staid and unruffled, conscious of his triumph, but, as it were, generous to the vanquished foe."Consider yourself, Grigory Vassilyevitch; it is said in the Scripture that if you have faith, even as a mustard seed, and bid a mountain move into the sea, it will move without the least delay at your bidding.Well, Grigory Vassilyevitch, if I'm without faith and you have so great a faith that you are continually swearing at me, you try yourself telling this mountain, not to move into the sea for that's a long way off, but even to our stinking little river which runs at the bottom of the garden.
You'll see for yourself that it won't budge, but will remain just where it is however much you shout at it, and that shows, Grigory Vassilyevitch, that you haven't faith in the proper manner, and only abuse others about it.Again, taking into consideration that no one in our day, not only you, but actually no one, from the highest person to the lowest peasant, can shove mountains into the sea- except perhaps some one man in the world, or, at most, two, and they most likely are saving their souls in secret somewhere in the Egyptian desert, so you wouldn't find them- if so it be, if all the rest have no faith, will God curse all the rest? that is, the population of the whole earth, except about two hermits in the desert, and in His well-known mercy will He not forgive one of them? And so I'm persuaded that though I may once have doubted I shall be forgiven if I shed tears of repentance.""Stay!" cried Fyodor Pavlovitch, in a transport of delight."So you do suppose there are two who can move mountains? Ivan, make a note of it, write it down.There you have the Russian all over!""You're quite right in saying it's characteristic of the people's faith," Ivan assented, with an approving smile.
"You agree.Then it must be so, if you agree.It's true, isn't it Alyosha? That's the Russian faith all over, isn't it?""No, Smerdyakov has not the Russian faith at all," said Alyosha firmly and gravely.
"I'm not talking about his faith.I mean those two in the desert, only that idea.Surely that's Russian, isn't it?""Yes, that's purely Russian," said Alyosha smiling.
"Your words are worth a gold piece, O ass, and I'll give it to you to-day.But as to the rest you talk nonsense, nonsense, nonsense.
Let me tell you, stupid, that we here are all of little faith, only from carelessness, because we haven't time; things are too much for us, and, in the second place, the Lord God has given us so little time, only twenty-four hours in the day, so that one hasn't even time to get sleep enough, much less to repent of one's sins.While you have denied your faith to your enemies when you'd nothing else to think about but to show your faith! So I consider, brother, that it constitutes a sin.""Constitute a sin it may, but consider yourself, Grigory Vassilyevitch, that it only extenuates it, if it does constitute.If Ihad believed then in very truth, as I ought to have believed, then it really would have been sinful if I had not faced tortures for my faith, and had gone over to the pagan Mohammedan faith.But, of course, it wouldn't have come to torture then, because I should only have had to say at that instant to the mountain, 'Move and crush the tormentor,' and it would have moved and at the very instant have crushed him like a black-beetle, and I should have walked away as though nothing had happened, praising and glorifying God.But, suppose at that very moment I had tried all that, and cried to that mountain, 'Crush these tormentors,' and it hadn't crushed them, how could I have helped doubting, pray, at such a time, and at such a dread hour of mortal terror? And apart from that, I should know already that I could not attain to the fullness of the Kingdom of Heaven (for since the mountain had not moved at my word, they could not think very much of my faith up aloft, and there could be no very great reward awaiting me in the world to come).So why should I let them flay the skin off me as well, and to no good purpose? For, even though they had flayed my skin half off my back, even then the mountain would not have moved at my word or at my cry.And at such a moment not only doubt might come over one but one might lose one's reason from fear, so that one would not be able to think at all.
And, therefore, how should I be particularly to blame if not seeing my advantage or reward there or here, I should, at least, save my skin.
And so trusting fully in the grace of the Lord I should cherish the hope that I might be altogether forgiven."Chapter 8
Over the BrandyTHE controversy was over.But, strange to say, Fyodor Pavlovitch, who had been so gay, suddenly began frowning.He frowned and gulped brandy, and it was already a glass too much.
"Get along with you, Jesuits!" he cried to the servants."Go away, Smerdyakov.I'll send you the gold piece I promised you to-day, but be off! Don't cry, Grigory.Go to Marfa.She'll comfort you and put you to bed.The rascals won't let us sit in peace after dinner," he snapped peevishly, as the servants promptly withdrew at his word.
"Smerdyakov always pokes himself in now, after dinner.It's you he's so interested in.What have you done to fascinate him?" he added to Ivan.
"Nothing whatever," answered Ivan."He's pleased to have a high opinion of me; he's a lackey and a mean soul.Raw material for revolution, however, when the time comes.""There will be others and better ones.But there will be some like him as well.His kind will come first, and better ones after.""And when will the time come?"
"The rocket will go off and fizzle out, perhaps.The peasants are not very fond of listening to these soup-makers, so far.""Ah, brother, but a Balaam's ass like that thinks and thinks, and the devil knows where he gets to.""He's storing up ideas," said Ivan, smiling.