eat but a mouthful of holy bread. I’ve got some sausage in my pocket; I’ve brought it from the town in case of need, only you won’t eat sausage. …”
“Give me some.”
“I say! You are going it! Why, it’s a regular mutiny, with barricades! Well, my boy, we must make the most of it. Come to my place. … I shouldn’t mind a drop of vodka myself, I am tired to death. Vodka is going too far for you, I suppose … or would you like some?”
“Give me some vodka too.”
“Hullo! You surprise me, brother!”
Rakitin looked at him in amazement.
“Well, one way or another, vodka or sausage, this is a jolly fine chance and mustn’t be missed. Come along.”
Alyosha got up in silence and followed Rakitin.
“If your little brother Ivan could see this—wouldn’t he be surprised! By the way, your brother Ivan set off to Moscow