Book 1, Chapter 25
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Author : Leo Tolstoy

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The conversation with the justiciary and the pure air
somewhat calmed Nekhludoff. The feeling he experienced
he now ascribed to the fact that he had passed the
day amid surroundings to which he was unaccustomed.

"It is certainly a remarkable coincidence! I must do
what is necessary to alleviate her lot, and do it quickly.
Yes, I must find out here where Fanarin or Mikishin
lives." Nekhludoff called to mind these two well-known
lawyers.

Nekhludoff returned to the court-house, took off his
overcoat and walked up the stairs. In the very first corridor
he met Fanarin. He stopped him and told him
that he had some business with him. Fanarin knew him
by sight, and also his name. He told Nekhludoff that he
would be glad to do anything to please him.

"I am rather tired, but, if it won't take long, I will
listen to your case. Let us walk into that room."

And Fanarin led Nekhludoff into a room, probably
the cabinet of some judge. They seated themselves at a
table.

"Well, state your case."

"First of all, I will ask you," said Nekhludoff, "not to
disclose that I am interesting myself in this case."

"That is understood. Well?"

"I was on a jury to-day, and we sent an innocent
woman to Siberia. It torments me."

To his own surprise, Nekhludoff blushed and hesitated.
Fanarin glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and
listened.

"Well?"

"We condemned an innocent woman, and I would
like to have the case appealed to a higher court."

"To the Senate?" Fanarin corrected him.

"And I wish you to take the case."

Nekhludoff wanted to get through the most difficult
part, and therefore immediately added:

"I take all expenses on myself, whatever they may be,"
he said, blushing.

"Well, we will arrange all that," said the lawyer, condescendingly
smiling at Nekhludoff's inexperience.

"What are the facts of the case?"

Nekhludoff related them.

"Very well; I will examine the record to-morrow. Call
at my office the day after—no, better on Thursday, at six
o'clock in the evening, and I will give you an answer.
And now let us go; I must make some inquiries here."

Nekhludoff bade him good-by, and departed.

His conversation with the lawyer, and the fact that
he had already taken steps to defend Maslova, still more
calmed his spirit. The weather was fine, and when Nekhludoff
found himself on the street, he gladly inhaled the
spring air. Cab drivers offered their services, but he preferred
to walk, and a swarm of thoughts and recollections
of Katiousha and his conduct toward her immediately
filled his head. He became sad, and everything appeared
to him gloomy. "No, I will consider it later," he
said to himself, "and now I must have some diversion
from these painful impressions."

The dinner at the Korchagin's came to his mind, and
he looked at his watch. It was not too late to reach there
for dinner. A tram-car passed by. He ran after it, and
boarded it at a bound. On the square he jumped off, took
one of the best cabs, and ten minutes later he alighted
in front of Korchagin's large dwelling.

(Source: The Awakening by graf Leo Tolstoy, Translated by Smith, William E., AKA: The Resurrection. Text from Gutenberg.org.)


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     Book 1, Chapter 25 -- Publication : November 30, 1898

     Book 1, Chapter 25 -- Added : February 11, 2017

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