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There was a twitch in his face and a
contraction about his mouth.
Dostojevsky read their thoughts, and suddenly
stopped with a smile. ‘Don’t be afraid,’ he said,
‘I always know beforehand when the fit is
coming on.’
The young girls felt rather embarrassed and
ashamed that he had guessed their thoughts,
and did not know what to answer. Soon after
Dostojevski left, but he told them afterwards that
he had had a fit the following night.
Elena Paulovna and Dostojevsky had become
great friends, and she even persuaded him to
accept an invitation to a large farewell party she
was going to give before leaving town.
Unfortunately, this entertainment turned out
a complete failure, and Dostojevsky’s presence
was a fatal mistake. He felt more uncomfortable
than ever in this large heterogeneous society. As
usual on similar occasions, he was rude and
unpleasant. He tried to monopolise Aniuta the
whole evening, and took great offence when Elena
Paulovna called her daughter away to attend to
her other guests. The fact was that Dostojevsky
was seriously in love, and that one of the
gentlemen present, a young officer, had roused his
jealousy by the marked attentions he paid the
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