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Часть текста: Poor Folk (English. Бедные люди). Page 3 June 11th How I thank you for our walk to the Islands yesterday, Makar Alexievitch! How fresh and pleasant, how full of verdure, was everything! And I had not seen anything green for such a long time! During my illness I used to think that I should never get better, that I was certainly going to die. Judge, then, how I felt yesterday! True, I may have seemed to you a little sad, and you must not be angry with me for that. Happy and light-hearted though I was, there were moments, even at the height of my felicity, when, for some unknown reason, depression came sweeping over my soul. I kept weeping about trifles, yet could not say why I was grieved. The truth is that I am unwell--so much so, that I look at everything from the gloomy point of view. The pale, clear sky, the setting sun, the evening stillness--ah, somehow I felt disposed to grieve and feel hurt at these things; my heart seemed to be over-charged, and to be calling for tears to relieve it. But why should I write this to you? It is difficult for my heart to express itself; still more difficult for it to forego self- expression. Yet possibly you may understand me. Tears and laughter! . . . How good you are, Makar Alexievitch! Yesterday you looked into my eyes as though you could read in them all that I was feeling--as though you were rejoicing at my happiness. Whether it were a group of shrubs or an alleyway or a vista of water that we were passing, you would halt before me, and stand gazing at my face as though you were showing me possessions of your own. It told me how kind is your nature, and I love you for it. Today I am again unwell, for yesterday I wetted my feet, and took a chill. Thedora also is unwell; both of us are ailing. Do not forget me. Come and see me as often as you ...

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Часть текста: always seemed to possess the requisite money) would betake themselves to that place of entertainment, where they ascended to the gallery, and clapped their hands, and repeatedly recalled the actress in question. In fact, they went simply mad over her. Even after we had returned home they would give me no rest, but would go on talking about her all night, and calling her their Glasha, and declaring themselves to be in love with "the canary-bird of their hearts." My defenseless self, too, they would plague about the woman, for I was as young as they. What a figure I must have cut with them on the fourth tier of the gallery! Yet, I never got a sight of more than just a corner of the curtain, but had to content myself with listening. She had a fine, resounding, mellow voice like a nightingale's, and we all of us used to clap our hands loudly, and to shout at the top of our lungs. In short, we came very near to being ejected. On the first occasion I went home walking as in a mist, with a single rouble left in my pocket, and an interval of ten clear days confronting me before next pay-day. Yet, what think you, dearest? The very next day, before going to work, I called at a French perfumer's, and spent my whole remaining capital on some eau-de- Cologne and scented soap! Why I did so I do not know. Nor did I dine at home that day, but kept walking and walking past her windows (she lived in a fourth-storey flat on the Nevski Prospect). At length I returned to my own lodging, but only to rest a short hour before again setting off to the Nevski Prospect and resuming my ...

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Часть текста: you had understood what my heart was craving for. Yes, I perceived that a corner of the curtain in your window had been looped up and fastened to the cornice as I had suggested should be done; and it seemed to me that your dear face was glimmering at the window, and that you were looking at me from out of the darkness of your room, and that you were thinking of me. Yet how vexed I felt that I could not distinguish your sweet face clearly! For there was a time when you and I could see one another without any difficulty at all. Ah me, but old age is not always a blessing, my beloved one! At this very moment everything is standing awry to my eyes, for a man needs only to work late overnight in his writing of something or other for, in the morning, his eyes to be red, and the tears to be gushing from them in a way that makes him ashamed to be seen before strangers. However, I was able to picture to myself your beaming smile, my angel--your kind, bright smile; and in my heart there lurked just such a feeling as on the occasion when I first kissed you, my little Barbara. Do you...

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Часть текста: Thedora is hoping before long to receive repayment of an old debt. Of course, at least TWENTY roubles will have to be set aside for indispensable requirements, but theremainder shall be returned to you. Pray take care of it, Makar Alexievitch. Now, goodbye. May your life continue peacefully, and may you preserve your health and spirits. I would have written to you at greater length had I not felt so terribly weary. Yesterday I never left my bed. I am glad that you have promised to come and see me. Yes, you MUST pay me a visit. B. D. September 11th. MY DARLING BARBARA ALEXIEVNA,--I implore you not to leave me now that I am once more happy and contented. Disregard what Thedora says, and I will do anything in the world for you. I will behave myself better, even if only out of respect for his Excellency, and guard my every action. Once more we will exchange cheerful letters with one another, and make mutual confidence of our thoughts and joys and sorrows (if so be that we shall know any more sorrows?). Yes, we will live twice as happily and comfortably as of old. Also, we will exchange books. . . . Angel of my heart, a great change has taken place in my fortunes--a change very much for the better. My landlady has become more accommodating; Theresa has recovered her senses; even Phaldoni springs to do my bidding. Likewise, I have made my peace with Rataziaev. He came to see me of his own accord, the moment that he heard the glad tidings. There can be no doubt that he is a good fellow, that there is no truth in the slanders that one hears of him. For one thing, I have discovered that he never had any intention of putting me and yourself into a book. This...

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Часть текста: present lodgings. Indeed, my heart was overcharged with joy when I read in your letter those kindly words about myself, as well as a not wholly unmerited recognition of my sentiments. I say this not out of pride, but because now I know how much you love me to be thus solicitous for my feelings. How good to think that I may speak to you of them! You bid me, darling, not be faint-hearted. Indeed, there is no need for me to be so. Think, for instance, of the pair of shoes which I shall be wearing to the office tomorrow! The fact is that over-brooding proves the undoing of a man--his complete undoing. What has saved me is the fact that it is not for myself that I am grieving, that I am suffering, but for YOU. Nor would it matter to me in the least that I should have to walk through the bitter cold without an overcoat or boots--I could bear it, I could well endure it, for I am a simple man in my requirements; but the point is--what would people say, what would every envious and hostile tongue exclaim, when I was seen without an overcoat? It is for OTHER folk that one wears an overcoat and boots. In any case, therefore, I should have needed boots to maintain my name and reputation; to both of which my ragged footgear would otherwise have spelled ruin. Yes, it is so, my beloved, and you...

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Часть текста: for I seem now to have grown twice as old as I was when I penned its concluding lines. Ah, Makar Alexievitch, how weary I am--how this insomnia tortures me! Convalescence is indeed a hard thing to bear! B. D. ONE UP to the age of fourteen, when my father died, my childhood was the happiest period of my life. It began very far away from here- in the depths of the province of Tula, where my father filled the position of steward on the vast estates of the Prince P--. Our house was situated in one of the Prince's villages, and we lived a quiet, obscure, but happy, life. A gay little child was I--my one idea being ceaselessly to run about the fields and the woods and the garden. No one ever gave me a thought, for my father was always occupied with business affairs, and my mother with her housekeeping. Nor did any one ever give me any lessons--a circumstance for which I was not sorry. At earliest dawn I would hie me to a pond or a copse, or to a hay or a harvest field, where the sun could warm me, and I could roam wherever I liked, and scratch my hands with bushes, and tear my clothes in pieces. For this I used to get blamed afterwards, but I did not care. Had it befallen me never to quit that village--had it befallen me to remain for ever in that spot--I should always have been happy; but fate ordained that I should leave my birthplace even before my girlhood had come to an end. In short, I was only twelve years old when we removed to St. Petersburg. Ah! how it hurts me to recall the mournful...

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Часть текста: de exposición rigurosamente histórica preferido por todos los oradores nerviosos, los cuales procuran desenvolverse en ámbitos limitados a fin de poner freno a su fogosidad. Al llegar a este punto de su discurso, habló extensamente del primer amante, "cuyo derecho es indiscutible", y expuso una serie de ideas interesantes. Karamazov, celoso de todos hasta la ferocidad, se retira y desaparece ante el primer amante, "el indiscutible". -Esto es sumamente extraño, sobre todo si tenemos en cuenta que antes no había prestado atención al peligro que para él suponía este poderoso rival. Ello se debe a que el acusado vela este peligro como algo remoto, y a él sólo le preocupan las cosas presentes. Sin duda, lo consideraba como una cosa irreal. Pero, de pronto, comprende que el reciente engaño de su amada procede del hecho de que el nuevo rival no es un mero capricho para ella, sino toda su esperanza y toda su vida, y entonces, al comprender esto, se resigna. Señores del jurado: no puedo dejar de mencionar esta actitud inesperada de Dmitri Fiodorovitch Karamazov, que experimenta de pronto una sed de verdad, la necesidad imperiosa de...

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Часть текста: РОMAH Братья Карамазовы. Роман в 4-х частях с эпилогом Ф. М. Достоевского. Два тома. СПб. 1881. С эпиграфом: "Истинно, истинно говорю вам: если пшеничное зерно, падши в землю, не умрет, то останется одно; а если умрет, то принесет много плода". (Иоан. XII, 24.) Текст статьи воспроизведен по изданию: Антонович М. А. Избранные статьи. Философия. Критика. Полемика. - Л., 1938: Всем, конечно, известны и всем, вероятно, даже надоели так часто повторявшиеся в реакционной квиетистической печати жалобы на литературную критику шестидесятых годов за то, что она будто бы губила литературные дарования, сбивала с толку, направляла на ложный путь и уродовала беллетристические таланты. Литературная критика добролюбовской школы, гласят эти жалобы, отрицая чистое искусство и игнорируя требования и условия художественности, ставила прежде всего и выше всего мысль художественного произведения и притом не идею в ее общем отвлеченном значении, независимо от времени и обстоятельств, а именно узкую, специальную мысль, имеющую прямое, непосредственное отношение к данному времени и данным местным обстоятельствам. Она напевала, твердила, внушала, даже повелительно требовала, чтобы словесные художники в своих произведениях непременно преследовали практические прикладные цели, занимались злобою дня, политическими и общественными вопросами и непременно с целью разрешения их в известном, определенном смысле, согласно с общим направлением автора и с стремлениями той школы или практической партии, к какой принадлежит автор. Она...

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Часть текста: hubiera partido. Y he aquí que de pronto apareció. Ya sabemos todo lo demás. A fin de desorientarlo había ido a casa de Samsonov acompañada por él, con el pretexto de que tenía que hacer unas cuentas al viejo. Y, al despedirse de Mitia, le había hecho prometer que volvería por ella a medianoche. Esto tranquilizó a Dmitri, que se dijo: "Si está en casa de Samsonov, no irá a reunirse con Fiodor Pavlovitch." Pero añadió en seguida: "A menos que me haya mentido. " Mitia la creía sincera, pero, cuando estaba lejos de ella, los celos le llevaban a imaginarse que le hacia toda clase de "traiciones". Cuando volvía a su lado estaba trastornado, convencido de su desgracia; pero apenas veía el bello rostro de su amada, se operaba en él un profundo cambio, olvidaba sus sospechas y se avergonzaba de sus celos. Volvió presuroso a su alojamiento. Tenía tantas cosas que hacer...! Se sentía...

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Часть текста: PERKHOTINE Piotr Ilich Perkhotine, a quien dejamos golpeando con todas sus fuerzas la puerta principal de la casa Mozorov, acabó, como es lógico, por conseguir que le abriesen. Al oír semejante alboroto, Fenia, todavía horrorizada, estuvo a punto de sufrir un ataque de nervios. Aunque había visto a Dmitri Fiodorovitch emprender el viaje, creyó que era él, que había vuelto, por juzgar que sólo un hombre como Mitia podía llamar de un modo tan insolente. Fenia corrió a ver al portero, al que el estrépito había despertado, y le suplicó que no abriese. Pero el portero, al oír el nombre del visitante y saber que deseaba hablar con Fedosia Marcovna de un asunto importante, decidió dejarlo pasar. Piotr Ilitch empezó a interrogar a la joven y obtuvo en seguida el dato más importante: al salir en busca de Gruchegnka, Dmitri Fiodorovitch se había llevado una mano de mortero, y había vuelto con las manos vacías y manchadas de sangre. -La sangre goteaba -dijo Fenia, recordando, en medio de su turbación, este horripilante detalle. Piotr Ilitch había visto las manos ensangrentadas de Mitia y...

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