And last year I was almost caught when I passed off French counterfeit notes for fifty roubles on Korovayev, but, thank God, Korovayev fell into the pond when he was drunk, and was drowned in the nick of time, and they didn't succeed in tracking me.

Here, at Virginsky's, I proclaimed the freedom of the communistic life.

In June I was distributing manifestoes again in X district.

They say they will make me do it again....

Pyotr Stepanovitch suddenly gave me to understand that I must obey; he's been threatening me a long time.