five months ago i separated myself entirely from the family, and no one dared enter my room except at stated times, to clean and tidy it, and so on, and to bring me my meals. my mother dared not disobey me; she kept the children quiet, for my sake, and beat them if they dared to make any noise and disturb me. i so often complained of them that i should think they must be very fond, indeed, of me by this time. i think i must have tormented ‘my faithful colia’ (as i called him) a good deal too. he tormented me of late; i could see that he always bore my tempers as though he had determined to ‘spare the poor invalid.’ this annoyed me, naturally. he seemed to have taken it into his head to imitate the prince in christian meekness! surikoff, who lived above us, annoyed me, too. he was so miserably poor, and i used to prove to him that he had no one to blame but himself for his poverty. i used to be so angry that i think i frightened him eventually, for he stopped coming to see me. he was a most meek and humble fellow, was surikoff. (n.b. they say that meekness is a great power. i must ask the prince about this, for the expression is his.) but i remember one day in march, when i went up to his lodgings to see whether it was true that one of his children had been starved and frozen to death, i began to hold forth to him about his poverty being his own fault, and, in the course of my remarks, i accidentally smiled at the corpse of his child. well, the poor wretch’s lips began to tremble, and he caught me by the shoulder, and pushed me to the door. ‘go out,’ he said, in a whisper. i went out, of course, and i declare i liked it. i liked it at the very moment when i was turned out. but his words filled me with a strange sort of feeling of disdainful pity for him whenever i thought of them a feeling which i did not in the least desire to entertain. at the very moment of the insult (for i admit that i did insult him, though i did not mean to), this man could not lose his temper. his lips had trembled, but i swear it was not with rage. he had taken me by the arm, and said, ‘go out,’