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for me to pay it back, I suppose.

- But this is only one. You said six rubles.

- That's right. Six,

less three months interest on your shawl.

10% a month on eight rubles

makes two forty.

And you owe me two months interest

on your silver necklace and your buckles.

That makes five rubles.

Five from six leaves one. Is that clear?

Or do you expect me to be in business

for love?

Well then, what are you waiting for?

Do you want your Bible back?

No.

Come along, then. Get out.

Don't hang around here all day.

Common little guttersnipe.

Let me see your watch.

"To my son. May he wear it in honour."

- I want 50 rubles on it.

- I'll give you 10.

You can't do that to me.

Give me the 10

and let me get out of here before...

Before what? Before you eat me up?

- What did you lose?

- The ruble.

It dropped out of my hand

when she pushed me out the door.

Somebody ought to push her

straight into the next world.

I've got to find it.

What use is that money to her?

It could save a hundred lives

like yours and mine.

It's plain arithmetic. You could use

some of her money, couldn't you?

What will you do

if you don't find the ruble?

- She ought to be stamped out.

- You shouldn't say things like that.

Black beetle squatting up there

on her money box.

It would be a service to humanity.

A crime would be a strange way

of serving humanity.

Here it is! I found it.

I don't know

what I would have done without it.

Why is it that all women weep

when they are happy?

My little brother and sister

haven't had a thing to eat all day.

- Are you the only one to look after them?

- No, there's Father.

Only he drinks to forget his troubles.

And the more he drinks,

the more Mother scolds.

And the more she scolds,

the more he drinks.

So between the two,

there's hardly any time left for us.

I forgot there was still some kindness

in the world.

Thank you.

I forgot there was still some beauty in it.

Sonya!

Now, let me tie this around your wrist

so that you can't lose it.

The money's in there.

Now, when you get home,

don't let Father see what you've got.

Understand? Give it to Mother.

Wait a minute. Let me make you pretty.

Give this to your sister.

Don't tell her who gave it to you.

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Move along. Come on, move along.

- Excuse me.

- What did you say?

I said, "Excuse me."

- Say it again and say it loud!

- Excuse me!

Say it loud!

"What am I, a student of crime

or a criminal? I wonder!"

Loud!

"Today for the first time,

"I felt the impulse to commit a crime."

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