Every one knows that." "Legends!" I cried, guessing what he meant.

"Old tales.

Can you have believed them till now ?" I laughed.
"Tales! But there must be foundation for them; flogged men tell no tales.

I've imagined it ten thousand times." "But you, why you?
You've done nothing, you know." "That makes it worse.

They'll find out I've done nothing and flog me for it." "And you are sure that you'll be taken to Petersburg for that." "My friend, I've told you already that I regret nothing, _ma carriere est finie._ From that hour when she said good-bye to me at Skvoreshniki my life has had no value for me...