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Idiot
Towards
the
end
of
November
,
during
a
thaw
,
at
nine
o'clock
one
morning
,
a
train
on
the
Warsaw
and
Petersburg
railway
was
approaching
the
latter
city
at
full
speed
.
The
morning
was
so
damp
and
misty
that
it
was
only
with
great
difficulty
that
the
day
succeeded
in
breaking
;
and
it
was
impossible
to
distinguish
anything
more
than
a
few
yards
away
from
the
carriage
windows
.
Some
of
the
passengers
by
this
particular
train
were
returning
from
abroad
;
but
the
third-class
carriages
were
the
best
filled
,
chiefly
with
insignificant
persons
of
various
occupations
and
degrees
,
picked
up
at
the
different
stations
nearer
town
.
All
of
them
seemed
weary
,
and
most
of
them
had
sleepy
eyes
and
a
shivering
expression
,
while
their
complexions
generally
appeared
to
have
taken
on
the
colour
of
the
fog
outside
.
When
day
dawned
,
two
passengers
in
one
of
the
third-class
carriages
found
themselves
opposite
each
other
.
Both
were
young
fellows
,
both
were
rather
poorly
dressed
,
both
had
remarkable
faces
,
and
both
were
evidently
anxious
to
start
a
conversation
.
If
they
had
but
known
why
,
at
this
particular
moment
,
they
were
both
remarkable
persons
,
they
would
undoubtedly
have
wondered
at
the
strange
chance
which
had
set
them
down
opposite
to
one
another
in
a
third-class
carriage
of
the
Warsaw
Railway
Company
.
One
of
them
was
a
young
fellow
of
about
twenty-seven
,
not
tall
,
with
black
curling
hair
,
and
small
,
grey
,
fiery
eyes
.
His
nose
was
broad
and
flat
,
and
he
had
high
cheek
bones
;
his
thin
lips
were
constantly
compressed
into
an
impudent
,
ironical
--
it
might
almost
be
called
a
malicious
--
smile
;
but
his
forehead
was
high
and
well
formed
,
and
atoned
for
a
good
deal
of
the
ugliness
of
the
lower
part
of
his
face
.
A
special
feature
of
this
physiognomy
was
its
death-like
pallor
,
which
gave
to
the
whole
man
an
indescribably
emaciated
appearance
in
spite
of
his
hard
look
,
and
at
the
same
time
a
sort
of
passionate
and
suffering
expression
which
did
not
harmonize
with
his
impudent
,
sarcastic
smile
and
keen
,
self-satisfied
bearing
.
He
wore
a
large
fur
--
or
rather
astrachan
--
overcoat
,
which
had
kept
him
warm
all
night
,
while
his
neighbour
had
been
obliged
to
bear
the
full
severity
of
a
Russian
November
night
entirely
unprepared
.
His
wide
sleeveless
mantle
with
a
large
cape
to
it
--
the
sort
of
cloak
one
sees
upon
travellers
during
the
winter
months
in
Switzerland
or
North
Italy
--
was
by
no
means
adapted
to
the
long
cold
journey
through
Russia
,
from
Eydkuhnen
to
St.
Petersburg
.
The
wearer
of
this
cloak
was
a
young
fellow
,
also
of
about
twenty-six
or
twenty-seven
years
of
age
,
slightly
above
the
middle
height
,
very
fair
,
with
a
thin
,
pointed
and
very
light
coloured
beard
;
his
eyes
were
large
and
blue
,
and
had
an
intent
look
about
them
,
yet
that
heavy
expression
which
some
people
affirm
to
be
a
peculiarity
as
well
as
evidence
,
of
an
epileptic
subject
.
His
face
was
decidedly
a
pleasant
one
for
all
that
;
refined
,
but
quite
colourless
,
except
for
the
circumstance
that
at
this
moment
it
was
blue
with
cold
.
He
held
a
bundle
made
up
of
an
old
faded
silk
handkerchief
that
apparently
contained
all
his
travelling
wardrobe
,
and
wore
thick
shoes
and
gaiters
,
his
whole
appearance
being
very
un-Russian
.
His
black-haired
neighbour
inspected
these
peculiarities
,
having
nothing
better
to
do
,
and
at
length
remarked
,
with
that
rude
enjoyment
of
the
discomforts
of
others
which
the
common
classes
so
often
show
:
"
Cold
?
"
"
Very
,
"
said
his
neighbour
,
readily
,
"
and
this
is
a
thaw
,
too
.
Fancy
if
it
had
been
a
hard
frost
!
I
never
thought
it
would
be
so
cold
in
the
old
country
.
I
've
grown
quite
out
of
the
way
of
it
.
"
