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Часть текста: V ASÍ SEA! El starets había estado ausente unos veinticinco minutos. Eran más de las doce y media, y aún no habfa llegado Dmitri Fiodorovitch, por quien se había convocado la reunión. Ya casi se le habla olvidado. Cuando el starets reapareció en la celda encontró a sus visitantes enzarzados en una conversación animadísima en la que participaban especialmente Iván Fiodorovitch y los dos religiosos. Miusov intervino con calor, pero con escaso éxito: permanecfa en un segundo plano y apenas se le contestaba, lo que le producía una creciente indignación. Antes habfa librado un combate de erudición con Iván Fiodorovitch y se rebelaba ante cierta falta de consideración que habfa advertido en el joven. "Yo -se decía- estoy al corriente de todo lo que hay de progresista en Europa, pero esta nueva generación nos ignora por completo. " Fiodor Pávlovitch, que se habfa jurado permanecer de espectador sin decir nada, guardaba silencio, observando con una sonrisita sarcástica a su vecino Piotr Alejandrovitch, cuya irritación le producía gran regocijo. Hacía rato que acechaba el momento de desquitarse, y al fin encontró...

2. Dostoevsky. Il sosia (Italian, Двойник). Capitolo 7

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Часть текста: mai Petruska nel vederci insieme? Che cosa avrà ora l'audacia di gabolare, quel mascalzone? e lui è un tipo sospettoso..." Ma ormai era troppo tardi per pentirsi; Goljadkin bussò, la porta si aprì e subito Petruska cominciò a togliere il cappotto all'ospite e al padrone. Goljadkin diede un'occhiata di sbieco a Petruska, gli lanciò appena uno sguardo rapido, cercando, attraverso l'espressione del viso, di scoprirne i pensieri. Ma, con suo enorme stupore, vide che il suo domestico era mille miglia lontano dal mostrarsi meravigliato: sembrava addirittura che si aspettasse qualcosa di simile. Naturalmente ora guardava in cagnesco, di traverso e sembrava pronto a divorare chi sa chi. "Sta a vedere che qualcuno oggi li ha stregati tutti!" pensava il nostro eroe, "che qualche demonio abbia fatto il giro? Senza dubbio oggi c'è in tutti qualcosa di particolare. Che il diavolo mi porti, è un bel tormento!" Ecco che, continuando a rimuginare in tal modo, Goljadkin portò l'ospite nella sua stanza e lo pregò umilmente di accomodarsi. L'ospite, era chiaro, era in grandissimo imbarazzo e, intimidito, seguiva umilmente tutti i movimenti del padrone di casa, si attaccava a ogni suo sguardo e sembrava che cercasse di indovinarne i pensieri. In tutti i suoi gesti c'era qualcosa di avvilito, di abbattuto, di spaventato, tanto che, se potrà valere il paragone, assomigliava in quel momento a un uomo...

3. Dostoevsky. The Possessed (English. Бесы). Part III. Сhapter III. A romance ended

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Часть текста: the day before, and put it round her neck. Some locks of her luxuriant hair had come loose and showed below the shawl on her right shoulder. Her face looked weary and careworn. but her eyes glowed under her frowning brows. She went up to the window again and pressed her burning forehead against the cold pane. The door opened and Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch came in. “I've sent a messenger on horseback,” he said. “In ten minutes we shall hear all about it, meantime the servants say that part of the riverside quarter has been burnt down, on the right side of the bridge near the quay. It's been burning since eleven o'clock; now the fire is going down.” He did not go near the window, but stood three steps behind her; she did not turn towards him. “It ought to have been light an hour ago by the calendar, and it's still almost night,” she said irritably. “'Calendars always tell lies,'” he observed with a polite smile, but, a little ashamed; he made haste to add: “It's dull to live by the calendar, Liza.” And he relapsed into silence, vexed at the ineptitude of the second sentence. Liza gave a wry smile. “You are in such a melancholy mood that you cannot even find words to speak to me. But you need not trouble, there's a point in what you said. I always live by the calendar. Every step I take is regulated by the calendar. Does that surprise you?” She turned quickly from the window and sat down in a low chair. “You sit down, too,...

4. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter XIII

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Часть текста: emotions. But the theory of actual madness I cannot accept, especially as he is not in the least mad now. But the "second self" I do accept unquestionably. What is a second self exactly? The second self, according to a medical book, written by an expert, which I purposely read afterwards, is nothing else than the first stage of serious mental derangement, which may lead to something very bad. And in that scene at my mother's, Versilov himself had with strange frankness described the "duality" of his will and feelings. But I repeat again: though that scene at mother's and that broken ikon were undoubtedly partly due to the influence of a real "second self," yet I have ever since been haunted by the fancy that there was in it an element of a sort of vindictive symbolism, a sort of resentment against the expectations of those women, a sort of angry revolt against their rights and their criticism. And so hand in hand with the "second self" he broke the ikon, as though to say "that's how your expectations will be shattered!" In fact, even though the "second self" did come in, it was partly simply a whim. . . . But all this is only my theory; it would be hard to decide for certain. It is true that in spite of his adoration for Katerina Nikolaevna, he had a deep-rooted and perfectly genuine disbelief in her moral qualities. I really believe that he waited outside the door then, to see her humiliated before Lambert. But did he desire it, if even he waited for it? Again I repeat: I firmly believe that he had no desire, no...

5. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part I. Chapter VII

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Часть текста: Tatyana Pavlovna's spiteful abuse of me struck me as funny and amusing and did not anger me at all. Probably all this was because I had anyway broken my chains and for the first time felt myself free. I felt, too, that I had weakened my position: how I was to act in regard to the letter about the inheritance was more obscure than ever. Now it would be certainly taken for granted that I was revenging myself on Versilov. But while all this discussion was going on downstairs I had made up my mind to submit the question of the letter to an impartial outsider and to appeal to Vassin for his decision, or, failing Vassin, to take it to some one else. I had already made up my mind to whom. I would go to see Vassin once, for that occasion only, I thought to myself, and then--then I would vanish for a long while, for some months, from the sight of all, especially of Vassin. Only my mother and sister I might see occasionally. It was all inconsistent and confused; I felt that I had done something, though not in the right way, and I was satisfied: I repeat, I was awfully pleased anyway. I meant to go to bed rather early, foreseeing I should have a lot to do next day. Besides finding a lodging and moving, I had another project which in one way or another I meant to carry out. But the evening was not destined to end without surprises, and Versilov succeeded in astonishing me extremely. He had certainly never been into my attic, and lo ...

6. Dostoevsky. Poor Folk (English. Бедные люди). Page 5

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Часть текста: but intend to remain in your 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 may believe an old man who has had many years of experience, and knows both the world and mankind, rather than a set of scribblers and daubers. But I have not yet told you in detail how things have gone with me today. During the morning I suffered as much agony of spirit as might have been experienced in a year. 'Twas like this: First of all, I went out to call upon the gentleman of whom I have spoken. I started very early, before going to the office. Rain and sleet were falling, and I hugged myself in my greatcoat as I walked along. "Lord," thought I, "pardon my offences, ...

7. Dostoevsky. The Idiot (English. Идиот)

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Часть текста: by Fyodor Dostoyevsky PART I Chapter I Towards the end of November, during a thaw, at nine o'clock one morning, a train on the Warsaw and Petersburg railway was approaching the latter city at full speed. The morning was so damp and misty that it was only with great difficulty that the day succeeded in breaking; and it was impossible to distinguish anything more than a few yards away from the carriage windows. Some of the passengers by this particular train were returning from abroad; but the third-class carriages were the best filled, chiefly with insignificant persons of various occupations and degrees, picked up at the different stations nearer town. All of them seemed weary, and most of them had sleepy eyes and a shivering expression, while their complexions generally appeared to have taken on the colour of the fog outside. When day dawned, two passengers in one of the third-class carriages found themselves opposite each other. Both were young fellows, both were rather poorly dressed, both had remarkable faces, and both were evidently anxious to start a conversation. If...

8. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part II. Chapter V

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Часть текста: late for dinner, but they had not yet sat down to table, they had waited for me. Perhaps because I did not often dine with them, some special additions to the menu had been made on my account: with the savouries there were sardines and so on. But to my surprise and regret, I found them all rather worried and out of humour. Liza scarcely smiled when she saw me, and mother was obviously uneasy; Versilov gave me a smile, but it was a forced one. "Have they been quarrelling?" I wondered. Everything went well at first, however; Versilov only frowned over the soup with dumplings in it, and made wry faces when he was handed the beef olives. "I have only to mention that a particular dish does not suit me, for it to reappear next day," he pronounced in vexation. "But how's one to invent things, Andrey Petrovitch? There's no inventing a new dish of any sort," my mother answered timidly. "Your mother is the exact opposite of some of our newspapers, to whom whatever is new is good," Versilov tried to make a joke in a more playful and amiable voice; but it somehow fell flat, and only added to the discomfiture of my mother, who of course could make nothing of the comparison of herself with the newspapers, and looked about her in perplexity. At that moment Tatyana Pavlovna came in, and announcing that she had already dined, sat down near mother, on the sofa. I had not yet succeeded in gaining the good...

9. Dostoevsky. The Possessed (English. Бесы). Part I. Chapter III. The sins of others

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Часть текста: he was with me for it. He was so morbidly apprehensive that he expected that every one knew about it already, the whole town, and was afraid to show himself, not only at the club, but even in his circle of friends. He positively would not go out to take his constitutional till well after dusk, when it was quite dark. A week passed and he still did not know whether he were betrothed or not, and could not find out for a fact, however much he tried. He had not yet seen his future bride, and did not know whether she was to be his bride or not; did not, in fact, know whether there was anything serious in it at all. Varvara Petrovna, for some reason, resolutely refused to admit him to her presence. In answer to one of his first letters to her (and he wrote a great number of them) she begged him plainly to spare her all communications with him for a time, because she was very busy, and having a great deal of the utmost importance to communicate to him she was waiting for a more free moment to do so, and that she would let him know in time when he could come to see her. She declared she would send back his letters unopened, as they were “simple self-indulgence.” I read that letter myself—he showed it me. Yet all this harshness and indefiniteness...

10. Dostoevsky. Il giocatore (Italian, Игрок). Capitolo 16

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Часть текста: per altre cinquantamila, cambiale che una settimana dopo lei si fece pagare da me, "et les cents mille francs qui nous restent tu les mangeras avec moi, mon outchitel!" (1) Continuava sempre a chiamarmi precettore. E' difficile immaginarsi in questo mondo una categoria di persone più calcolatrici, più avare e più spilorce di quella alla quale apparteneva mademoiselle Blanche. Ma questo per ciò che riguarda il suo denaro. Per ciò che riguarda invece i miei centomila franchi, mi dichiarò in seguito che essi le erano serviti per una prima sistemazione a Parigi, "così ora mi sono messa su un piede decoroso, una volta per sempre, e ormai per un bel pezzo nessuno mi butterà più giù; così almeno ho deciso" aggiunse. Del resto, quei centomila franchi si può dire che io non li vidi neanche; il denaro, lo teneva sempre lei e nel mio borsellino, nel quale lei ogni giorno curiosava, non si accumulavano mai più di cento franchi e, quasi sempre, molti di meno. "Ma via, a che ti serve il denaro?" mi diceva a volte con l'aria più innocente del mondo, e io non discutevo. In compenso, con quel denaro sistemò in modo molto confortevole il suo appartamento e quando poi mi trasferì nella nuova dimora, mi disse, mostrandomi le stanze: "Ecco che cosa si può fare con l'economia e il buon gusto, sia pure con i mezzi più miseri". Quella miseria costava, però, esattamente cinquantamila franchi! Con i rimanenti cinquantamila mise su carrozza e cavalli; inoltre organizzammo due balli, cioè due serate alle quali presero parte Hortense, Lisette e Cléopatre, donne notevoli sotto molti aspetti e tutt'altro che brutte. Queste due serate io fui costretto a sostenere la stupidissima parte del padrone di casa, a ricevere e...

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