And as for this poem, they say it was written by Herzen to Shatov when he was still wandering abroad, in memory of their meeting, so they say, by way of praise and recommendation--damn it all...

and Shatov circulates it among the young people as much as to say, 'This was Herzen's opinion of me.' "Ha ha!" cried Lembke, feeling he had got to the bottom of it at last.
"That's just what I was wondering: one can understand the manifesto, but what's the object of the poem ?" "Of course you'd see it.

Goodness knows why I've been babbling to you.
Listen.

Spare Shatov for me and the rest may go to the devil--even Kirillov, who is in hiding now, shut up in Filipov's house, where Shatov lodges too.

They don't like me because I've turned round...