The Bell , four copies of my poem, et enfin tout ça . Then he took my letters and my papers et quelques-unes de mes ébauches historiques, critiques et politiques . All that they carried off. Nastasya says that a soldier wheeled them away in a barrow and covered them with an apron; oui, c’est cela , with an apron.” It sounded like delirium. Who could make head or tail of it? I pelted him with questions again. Had Blum come alone, or with others? On whose authority? By what right? How had he dared? How did he explain it?