One of them was close-shaven, and was dressed in European style; the other had a small, grey beard, and wore a red ribbon with some sort of a medal upon it on his neck.There is no need to speak of the artisans and the peasants.The artisans of Skotoprigonyevsk are almost peasants, and even work on the land.Two of them also wore European dress, and, perhaps for that reason, were dirtier and more uninviting-looking than the others.So that one might well wonder, as I did as soon as I had looked at them, "what men like that could possibly make of such a case?" Yet their faces made a strangely imposing, almost menacing, impression; they were stern and frowning.
At last the President opened the case of the murder of Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov.I don't quite remember how he described him.The court usher was told to bring in the prisoner, and Mitya made his appearance.There was a hush through the court.One could have heard a fly.I don't know how it was with others, but Mitya made a most unfavourable impression on me.He looked an awful dandy in a brand-new frock-coat.I heard afterwards that he had ordered it in Moscow expressly for the occasion from his own tailor, who had his measure.
He wore immaculate black kid gloves and exquisite linen.He walked in with his yard-long strides, looking stiffly straight in front of him, and sat down in his place with a most unperturbed air.
At the same moment the counsel for defence, the celebrated Fetyukovitch, entered, and a sort of subdued hum passed through the court.He was a tall, spare man, with long thin legs, with extremely long, thin, pale fingers, clean-shaven face, demurely brushed, rather short hair, and thin lips that were at times curved into something between a sneer and a smile.He looked about forty.His face would have been pleasant, if it had not been for his eyes, which, in themselves small and inexpressive, were set remarkably close together, with only the thin, long nose as a dividing line between them.In fact, there was something strikingly birdlike about his face.He was in evening dress and white tie.
I remember the President's first questions to Mitya, about his name, his calling, and so on.Mitya answered sharply, and his voice was so unexpectedly loud that it made the President start and look at the prisoner with surprise.Then followed a list of persons who were to take part in the proceedings- that is, of the witnesses and experts.It was a long list.Four of the witnesses were not present-Miusov, who had given evidence at the preliminary inquiry, but was now in Paris; Madame Hohlakov and Maximov, who were absent through illness; and Smerdyakov, through his sudden death, of which an official statement from the police was presented.The news of Smerdyakov's death produced a sudden stir and whisper in the court.
Many of the audience, of course, had not heard of the sudden suicide.What struck people most was Mitya's sudden outburst.As soon as the statement of Smerdyakov's death was made, he cried out aloud from his place:
"He was a dog and died like a dog!"
I remember how his counsel rushed to him, and how the President addressed him, threatening to take stern measures, if such an irregularity were repeated.Mitya nodded and in a subdued voice repeated several times abruptly to his counsel, with no show of regret:
"I won't again, I won't.It escaped me.I won't do it again."And, of course, this brief episode did him no good with the jury or the public.His character was displayed, and it spoke for itself.
It was under the influence of this incident that the opening statement was read.It was rather short, but circumstantial.It only stated the chief reasons why he had been arrested, why he must be tried, and so on.Yet it made a great impression on me.The clerk read it loudly and distinctly.The whole tragedy was suddenly unfolded before us, concentrated, in bold relief, in a fatal and pitiless light.I remember how, immediately after it had been read, the President asked Mitya in a loud impressive voice:
"Prisoner, do you plead guilty?"
Mitya suddenly rose from his seat.
"I plead guilty to drunkenness and dissipation," he exclaimed, again in a startling, almost frenzied, voice, "to idleness and debauchery.I meant to become an honest man for good, just at the moment when I was struck down by fate.But I am not guilty of the death of that old man, my enemy and my father.No, no, I am not guilty of robbing him! I could not be.Dmitri Karamazov is a scoundrel, but not a thief."He sat down again, visibly trembling all over.The President again briefly, but impressively, admonished him to answer only what was asked, and not to go off into irrelevant exclamations.Then he ordered the case to proceed.All the witnesses were led up to take the oath.
Then I saw them all together.The brothers of the prisoner were, however, allowed to give evidence without taking the oath.After an exhortation from the priest and the President, the witnesses were led away and were made to sit as far as possible apart from one another.Then they began calling them up one by one.
Chapter 2
Dangerous WitnessesI DO NOT know whether the witnesses for the defence and for the prosecution were separated into groups by the President, and whether it was arranged to call them in a certain order.But no doubt it was so.I only know that the witnesses for the prosecution were called first.I repeat I don't intend to describe all the questions step by step.Besides, my account would be to some extent superfluous, because in the speeches for the prosecution and for the defence the whole course of the evidence was brought together and set in a strong and significant light, and I took down parts of those two remarkable speeches in full, and will quote them in due course, together with one extraordinary and quite unexpected episode, which occurred before the final speeches, and undoubtedly influenced the sinister and fatal outcome of the trial.