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Chapter 2

           Thetraveler,havingpackedhisthingswithhispracticedhands,beganfasteninghiscoat.Whenhehadfinished,heturnedtoBezúkhov,andsaidinatoneofindifferentpoliteness:

           “Whereareyougoingtonow,mydearsir?”

           “I?...I’mgoingtoPetersburg,”answeredPierre,inachildlike,hesitatingvoice.“Ithankyou.Iagreewithallyouhavesaid.Butdonotsupposemetobesobad.WithmywholesoulIwishtobewhatyouwouldhavemebe,butIhaveneverhadhelpfromanyone....ButitisI,aboveall,whoamtoblameforeverything.Helpme,teachme,andperhapsImay...”

           Pierrecouldnotgoon.Hegulpedandturnedaway.

           TheMasonremainedsilentforalongtime,evidentlyconsidering.

           “HelpcomesfromGodalone,”hesaid,“butsuchmeasureofhelpasourOrdercanbestowitwillrenderyou,mydearsir.YouaregoingtoPetersburg.HandthistoCountWillarski”(hetookouthisnotebookandwroteafewwordsonalargesheetofpaperfoldedinfour).“Allowmetogiveyouapieceofadvice.Whenyoureachthecapital,firstofalldevotesometimetosolitudeandself-examinationanddonotresumeyourformerwayoflife.AndnowIwishyouagoodjourney,mydearsir,”headded,seeingthathisservanthadentered...“andsuccess.”

           ThetravelerwasJosephAlexéevichBazdéev,asPierresawfromthepostmaster’sbook.Bazdéevhadbeenoneofthebest-knownFreemasonsandMartinists,eveninNovíkov’stime

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