Page 236 of 2288

Of course, from the point of view of Prokofy, seeing him in a

torn cloak and tipsy, he's a despicable person. But I know him

differently. I know his soul, and know that we are like him. And

I, instead of going to seek him out, went out to dinner, and came

here." Levin walked up to a lamppost, read his brother's address,

which was in his pocketbook, and called a sledge. All the long

way to his brother's, Levin vividly recalled all the facts

familiar to him of his brother Nikolay's life. He remembered how

his brother, while at the university, and for a year afterwards,

had, in spite of the jeers of his companions, lived like a monk,

strictly observing all religious rites, services, and fasts, and

avoiding every sort of pleasure, especially women. And

afterwards, how he had all at once broken out: he had associated

with the most horrible people, and rushed into the most senseless

debauchery.