“If I forget thee, Jerusalem, may my tongue—” He broke off with a sob and sank on his knees before the wooden bench. Pressing his fists against his head, he began sobbing with absurd whimpering cries, doing his utmost that his cries should not be heard in the
Kolya ran out into the street.
“Goodbye, Karamazov? Will you come yourself?” he cried sharply and angrily to Alyosha.
“I will certainly come in the evening.”
“What was that he said about Jerusalem? … What did he mean by that?”
“It’s from the Bible. ‘If I forget thee, Jerusalem,’ that is, if I forget all that is most precious to me, if I let anything take its place, then may—”
“I understand, that’s enough! Mind you come! Ici , Perezvon!” he cried with positive ferocity to the dog, and with rapid strides he went home.