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"I... Tam not lying,” he muttered. “I can show documents.”
“Who can believe you?” Skvortsov went on, still indignant. “To exploit the sympathy of the
insolent lying aroused his disgust and aversion, was an offence against what he, Skvortsov, loved
and prized in himself: kindliness, a feeling heart, sympath for the unhappy. By his lying, by his
treacherous assault upon compassion, the individual had, as it were, defiled the charity which he
liked to give to the poor with no misgivings in his heart. The beggar at first defended himself,
protested with oaths, then he sank into silence and hung his head, overcome with shame.
“Sir!” he said, laying his hand on his heart, “I really was...lying! I am not a student and not a
village schoolmaster. All that's mere invention! I used to be in the Russian choir, and I was turned
out of it for drunkenness. But what can I do? Believe me, in God's name, I can't get on without
lying —when I tell the truth no one will give me anything. With the truth one may die of hunger
and freeze without a night's lodging! What you say is true, I understand that, but...what am I to
do?”
“What are you to do? You ask what are you to do?” cried Skvortsov, going close up to him.
“Work—that's what you must do! You must work!”
“Work... I know that myself, but where can I get work?”?
“Nonsense. You are young, strong, and healthy, and could always find work if you wanted to.
But you know you are lazy, pampered, drunken! You reek of vodka like a pothouse! You have
become false and corrupt to the marrow of your bones and fit for nothing but begging and lying! If
you do graciously condescend to take work, you must have a job in an office, in the Russian choir,
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