“It’s surprising to me,” Stepan Trofimovitch commented, greatly disconcerted. “Petrusha, c’est une si pauvre tête ! He’s good, noble-hearted, very sensitive, and I was so delighted with him in Petersburg, comparing him with the young people of today. But c’est un pauvre sire, tout de même .⁠ ⁠… And you know it all comes from that same half-bakedness, that sentimentality. They are fascinated, not by realism, but by the emotional ideal side of socialism, by the religious note in it, so to say, by the poetry of it⁠ ⁠… secondhand, of course. And for me, for me, think what it means! I have so many enemies here and more still there , they’ll put it down to the father’s influence. Good God! Petrusha a revolutionist! What times we live in!”