DREAMS

"To-day I will make my confession and purge myself of every sin,"

I thought to myself."Nor will I ever commit another one." At this point I recalled all the peccadilloes which most troubled my conscience."I will go to church regularly every Sunday, as well as read the Gospel at the close of every hour throughout the day.

What is more, I will set aside, out of the cheque which I shall receive each month after I have gone to the University, two-and-

a-half roubles" (a tenth of my monthly allowance) "for people who are poor but not exactly beggars, yet without letting any one know anything about it.Yes, I will begin to look out for people like that--orphans or old women--at once, yet never tell a soul what I am doing for them.

"Also, I will have a room here of my very own (St.Jerome's, probably), and look after it myself, and keep it perfectly clean.

I will never let any one do anything for me, for every one is just a human being like myself.Likewise I will walk every day, not drive, to the University.Even if some one gives me a drozhki [Russian phaeton.] I will sell it, and devote the money to the poor.Everything I will do exactly and always" (what that "always" meant I could not possibly have said, but at least I had a vivid consciousness of its connoting some kind of prudent, moral, and irreproachable life)."I will get up all my lectures thoroughly, and go over all the subjects beforehand, so that at the end of my first course I may come out top and write a thesis.

During my second course also I will get up everything beforehand, so that I may soon be transferred to the third course, and at eighteen come out top in the examinations, and receive two gold medals, and go on to be Master of Arts, and Doctor, and the first scholar in Europe.Yes, in all Europe I mean to be the first scholar.--Well, what next?" I asked myself at this point.

Suddenly it struck me that dreams of this sort were a form of pride--a sin which I should have to confess to the priest that very evening, so I returned to the original thread of my meditations."When getting up my lectures I will go to the Vorobievi Gori, [Sparrow Hills--a public park near Moscow.] and choose some spot under a tree, and read my lectures over there.

Sometimes I will take with me something to eat--cheese or a pie from Pedotti's, or something of the kind.After that I will sleep a little, and then read some good book or other, or else draw pictures or play on some instrument (certainly I must learn to play the flute).Perhaps SHE too will be walking on the Vorobievi Gori, and will approach me one day and say, 'Who are you?' and I shall look at her, oh, so sadly, and say that I am the son of a priest, and that I am happy only when I am there alone, quite alone.Then she will give me her hand, and say something to me, and sit down beside me.So every day we shall go to the same spot, and be friends together, and I shall kiss her.But no! That would not be right! On the contrary, from this day forward I never mean to look at a woman again.Never, never again do I mean to walk with a girl, nor even to go near one if I can help it.

Yet, of course, in three years' time, when I have come of age, I shall marry.Also, I mean to take as much exercise as ever I can, and to do gymnastics every day, so that, when I have turned twenty-five, I shall be stronger even than Rappo.On my first day's training I mean to hold out half a pood [The Pood = 40