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Chapter 8

Delirium

HAT followed was almost an orgy, a feast to which
Wall were welcome. Grushenka was the first to call for
wine.
‘I want to drink. I want to be quite drunk, as we were be-
fore. Do you remember, Mitya, do you remember how we
made friends here last time!’
Mitya himself was almost delirious, feeling that his hap-
piness was at hand. But Grushenka was continually sending
him away from her.
‘Go and enjoy yourself. Tell them to dance, to make mer-
ry, ‘let the stove and cottage dance’; as we had it last time,’
she kept exclaiming. She was tremendously excited. And
Mitya hastened to obey her. The chorus were in the next
room. The room in which they had been sitting till that
moment was too small, and was divided in two by cotton
curtains, behind which was a huge bed with a puffy feather
mattress and a pyramid of cotton pillows. In the four rooms
for visitors there were beds. Grushenka settled herself just
at the door. Mitya set an easy chair for her. She had sat in
the same place to watch the dancing and singing ‘the time