SCENE V
MÍTYA and YÁSHA GÚSLIN
GÚSLIN. What a crowd there was at the fair! Your people were there. Why weren't you?
MÍTYA. Because I felt so awfully miserable.
GÚSLIN. What's the matter? What are you unhappy about?
MÍTYA. How can I help being unhappy? Thoughts like these keep coming into my head: what sort of man am I in the world? My mother is old and poor now, and I must keep her—and how? My salary is small; I get nothing but abuse and insults from Gordéy Kárpych; he keeps reproaching me with my poverty, as if I were to blame—and he doesn't increase my salary. I'd look for another place, but where can one find one without friends? And, yes, I will confess to you that I won't go to another place.
GOSLIN. Why won't you go? There at the Razlyulyáyevs' it's very nice—the people are rich and kind.
MÍTYA. No, Yasha, that doesn't suit me! I'll bear anything from Gordéy
Kárpych, I'll stand poverty, but I won't go away. That's my destiny!
GÚSLIN. Why so?
MÍTYA. [Rises] Well, I have a reason for this. It is, Yasha, because I have another sorrow—but nobody knows about it. I haven't spoken to any one about my sorrow.