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Часть текста: suddenly into the society of robbers and murderers, and that he must get used to it by degrees. The visits of relations and friends were informally sanctioned by the doctor and overseer, and even by the police captain. But only Alyosha and Grushenka had visited Mitya. Rakitin had tried to force his way in twice, but Mitya persistently begged Varvinsky not to admit him. Alyosha found him sitting on his bed in a hospital dressing gown, rather feverish, with a towel, soaked in vinegar and water, on his head. He looked at Alyosha as he came in with an undefined expression, but there was a shade of something like dread discernible in it. He had become terribly preoccupied since the trial; sometimes he would be silent for half an hour together, and seemed to be pondering something heavily and painfully, oblivious of everything about him. If he roused himself from his brooding and began to talk, he always spoke with a kind of abruptness and never of what he really wanted to say. He looked sometimes with a face of suffering at his brother. He seemed to be more at ease with Grushenka than with Alyosha. It is true, he scarcely spoke to her at all, but as soon as she came in, his whole face lighted up with joy. Alyosha sat down beside him on the bed in silence. This time Mitya was waiting for Alyosha in suspense, but he did not dare ask him a question. He felt it almost unthinkable that Katya would consent to come, and at the same time he felt that if she did not come, something inconceivable would happen. Alyosha understood his feelings. "Trifon Borissovitch," Mitya began nervously, "has pulled his whole inn to pieces, I am told....

2. Dostoevsky. The Brothers Karamazov (English. Братья Карамазовы). Part I. Book I. The History of a Family. Chapter 4. The Third Son, Alyosha

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Часть текста: was that he found in it at that time, as he thought an extrordinary being, our celebrated elder, Zossima, to whom he became attached with all the warm first love of his ardent heart. But I do not dispute that he was very strange even at that time, and had been so indeed from his cradle. I have mentioned already, by the way, that though he lost his mother in his fourth year he remembered her all his life her face, her caresses, "as though she stood living before me." Such memories may persist, as everyone knows, from an even earlier age, even from two years old, but scarcely standing out through a whole lifetime like spots of light out of darkness, like a corner torn out of a huge picture, which has all faded and disappeared except that fragment. That is how it was with him. He remembered one still summer evening, an open window, the slanting rays of the setting sun (that he recalled most vividly of all); in a corner of the room the holy image, before it a lighted lamp, and on her knees before the image his mother, sobbing hysterically with cries and moans, snatching him up in both arms, squeezing him close till it hurt, and praying for him to the Mother of God, holding him out in both arms to the image as though to put him under the Mother's protection... and suddenly a nurse runs in and snatches him from her in terror. That was the picture! And Alyosha remembered his mother's face at that minute. He used to say that it was frenzied but beautiful as he remembered. But he rarely cared to...

3. Dostoevsky. El adolecente (Spanish. Подросток). Primera parte. Capítulo VIII

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Часть текста: sueños y, por así decirlo, ni una sola vez había dormido como Dios manda. A pesar de eso, me levanté pimpante y dispuesto como nunca. Sobre todo no quería encontrarme con mi madre. Con ella no podía hablar más que de un solo tema y temía dejarme apartar de mis propósitos por alguna impresión nueva a imprevista. La mañana era fría, y sobre toda la naturaleza flotaba una bruma húmeda y lechosa. No sé por qué, pero las mañanitas atareadas de Petersburgo, a pesar de su feo aspecto, me agradan siempre y toda esa multitud egoísta y perpetuamente preocupada apresurándose a ir a sus asuntos tiene para mí, a las siete de la rnañana, algo muy seductor. Me gusta sobre todo, yendo de camino, a toda prisa, pedir un dato, o mejor todavía si alguien me pregunta! pregunta y respuesta son siempre breves, claras, netas, pronunciadas sin detenerse y casi siempre amistosas. Es el momento del día en que se está más dispuesto a responder. El petersburgués, por el mediodía o por la tarde, se hace menos comunicativo. Con el menor pretexto se pone a gruñir o a burlarse. Es muy diferente por la mañana temprano antes...

4. Dostoevsky. El adolecente (Spanish. Подросток). Primera parte. Capítulo IX

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Часть текста: aquel tono, yo había borrado todo lo que había de ridículo en mi posición. Pero no tuve tiempo de pensar largamente en todo aquello: mi cerebro estaba ocupado por Kraft. No es que me atormentase mucho, pero a pesar de todo yo estaba conmovido hasta el fondo del alma; y hasta el punto de que el sentimiento ordinario de placer que experimentan los hombres en presencia de la desgracia del prójimo, por ejemplo cuando alguien se rompe una pierna, pierde el honor, se ve privado de un ser querido, etc., aquel mismo sentimiento ordinario de innoble satisfacción cedía en mí enteramente a otro sentimiento, a una sensación extremadamente imperiosa, a la pena, al dolor... si es que aquello era el dolor, lo ignoro... en todo caso a un sentimiento extremadamente poderoso y bueno. Y por aquello también estaba yo contento. Es asombrosa la multitud de ideas extrañas que pueden atravesarle a uno el espíritu precisamente cuando se está sacudido por alguna noticia colosal que debería, parece, ahogar...

5. Dostoevsky. Notes from the Underground (English. Записки из подполья). Part II. Chapter VI

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Часть текста: as though oppressed by something, as though someone were strangling it. After an unnaturally prolonged wheezing there followed a shrill, nasty, and as it were unexpectedly rapid, chime--as though someone were suddenly jumping forward. It struck two. I woke up, though I had indeed not been asleep but lying half-conscious. It was almost completely dark in the narrow, cramped, low-pitched room, cumbered up with an enormous wardrobe and piles of cardboard boxes and all sorts of frippery and litter. The candle end that had been burning on the table was going out and gave a faint flicker from time to time. In a few minutes there would be complete darkness. I was not long in coming to myself; everything came back to my mind at once, without an effort, as though it had been in ambush to pounce upon me again. And, indeed, even while I was unconscious a point seemed continually to remain in my memory unforgotten, and round it my dreams moved drearily. But strange to say, everything that had happened to me in that day seemed to me now, on waking, to be in the far, far away past, as though I had long, long ago lived all that down. My head was full of fumes. Something seemed to be hovering over me, rousing me, exciting me, and making me restless. Misery and spite seemed surging up in me again and seeking an outlet. Suddenly I saw beside me two wide open eyes scrutinising me curiously and persistently. The look in those eyes was coldly detached, sullen, as it were utterly remote; it weighed upon me. A grim idea came into my brain and passed all over my body, as a horrible sensation, such as one feels when one goes into a damp and mouldy cellar. There was something unnatural in those two eyes, beginning to look at me only now. I recalled, too, that during those two hours I had not said a single word to this creature, and had, in fact, considered it utterly superfluous; in fact, the silence had for some reason gratified me. Now...

6. Dostoevsky. Los hermanos Karamazov (Spanish. Братья Карамазовы). Segunda parte. Libro IV. Escenas. Capitulo primero. El padre Theraponte

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Часть текста: la extremaunción. Acudieron los religiosos. La celda se fue llenando poco a poco. Había amanecido. Después del oficio, el starets quiso despedirse de todos y a todos los abrazó. Como la celda era tan poco espaciosa, los que llegaban primero tenían que salir para que pudieran entrar los otros. El starets volvió a sentarse y Aliocha permaneció a su lado. Hablaba a instruía en la medida que le permitían sus fuerzas. Su voz, aunque débil, era todavía muy clara. -Después de instruiros con mis palabras durante años, esto se ha convertido en mí en una costumbre tan inveterada, que, a pesar de lo débil que estoy, mis queridos padres, callar sería para mi más penoso que hablaros. Así bromeaba el starets , mirando con ternura a los que se apiñaban en torno de él. Aliocha se acordó en seguida de algunas de sus palabras. Aunque la voz del padre Zósimo conservaba la claridad y cierta firmeza, su discurso resultó bastante deshilvanado. Habló mucho, como si en aquellos últimos momentos quisiera manifestar todo lo que no había podido decir durante su vida. Su propósito era no sólo instruir, sino compartir con todos su alegría y las delicias ...

7. Dostoevsky. Il sosia (Italian, Двойник). Capitolo 13

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Часть текста: Sembrava che il tempo volesse migliorare. In realtà la neve bagnata, che era caduta fino a quel momento addirittura a nugoli, a poco a poco cominciava a diradarsi, fino a cessare quasi del tutto. Il cielo cominciava a rasserenare, qua e là brillavano piccole stelle. Tutto però era fradicio, fangoso, umido e soffocante, specialmente per Goljadkin che, anche senza di ciò, stentava a tirare il fiato. Il suo cappotto zuppo d'acqua e diventato pesante lasciava penetrare in tutte le membra una tiepida, antipatica umidità e col proprio peso gli rompeva le gambe, già per conto loro molto indebolite. Una specie di brivido febbrile gli serpeggiava per tutto il corpo con un penetrante e acuto formicolìo; a causa dell'umidità si era riempito di un freddo sudore da malato, e così Goljadkin dimenticò, in questa situazione, di ripetere con la fermezza e la decisione a lui proprie la frase prediletta, cioè che quello, e tutto il resto, in qualsiasi modo probabilmente, anzi sicuramente, si sarebbe aggiustato per il meglio. "Del resto, tutto ciò, per ora, non ha alcuna importanza" aggiunse il nostro robusto eroe, che non si lasciava abbattere, asciugandosi sul viso le gocce di acqua fredda, che scendevano in tutte le direzioni dalla falda del suo cappello tondo, tanto zuppo da non tenere più l'acqua. Dopo avere, in più, considerato che questo non era ancora niente, il nostro eroe volle provare a rannicchiarsi su un tronco d'albero abbastanza robusto, che giaceva abbandonato accanto a un mucchio di legna nel cortile di Olsufij Ivànovic'. Naturalmente non c'era ormai più da pensare alle serenate spagnole e alle scale di seta; ma c'era comunque da pensare a un qualche angoletto isolato, se non caldo, almeno accogliente e nascosto. Lo tentava molto, sia detto per inciso,...

8. Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment (English. Преступление и наказание). Part one. Chapter Five

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Часть текста: Преступление и наказание). Part one. Chapter Five Chapter Five "OF COURSE, I've been meaning lately to go to Razumihin's to ask for work, to ask him to get me lessons or something..." Raskolnikov thought, "but what help can he be to me now? Suppose he gets me lessons, suppose he shares his last farthing with me, if he has any farthings, so that I could get some boots and make myself tidy enough to give lessons... hm... Well and what then? What shall I do with the few coppers I earn? That's not what I want now. It's really absurd for me to go to Razumihin...." The question why he was now going to Razumihin agitated him even more than he was himself aware; he kept uneasily seeking for some sinister significance in this apparently ordinary action. "Could I have expected to set it all straight and to find a way out by means of Razumihin alone?" he asked himself in perplexity. He pondered and rubbed his forehead, and, strange to say, after long musing, suddenly, as if it were spontaneously and by chance, a fantastic thought came into his head. "Hm... to Razumihin's," he said all at once, calmly, as though he had reached a final determination. "I shall go to Razumihin's of course, but... not now. I shall go to him... on the next day after It, when It will be over and everything will begin afresh...." And suddenly he realised what he was thinking. "After It," he shouted, jumping up from the seat, "but is It really going to happen? Is it possible it really will happen?" He left the seat, and went off almost at a run; he meant to turn back, homewards, but the thought of going home suddenly filled him with intense loathing; in that hole, in that awful little cupboard of his, all this had for a month past been growing up in him; and he walked on at random. His nervous shudder had passed into a fever that made him feel...

9. Dostoevsky. El adolecente (Spanish. Подросток). Primera parte. Capítulo VI

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Часть текста: de golpe. Es asombroso lo rápido y cambiante que soy en tales ocasiones: basta una mota de polvo o un cabello para disipar mi buen humor y reemplazarlo por el malo. Y por desgracia mis malas impresiones son menos rápidas en dispersarse, aunque yo no sea rencoroso. Cuando entré, me di cuenta de que mi madre acababa de interrumpir en aquel instante y a toda prisa el hilo de su conversación, por lo visto muy animada, con Tatiana Pavlovna. Mi hermana había vuelto del trabajo apenas un minuto antes que yo y aún no había salido de su habitación. Aquel partido se componía de tres habitaciones: aquella en la que todo el mundo se reunía según la costumbre, la habitación del medio o salón, era bastante espaciosa y hasta conveniente. Se veían allí divanes rojos y blandos, por lo demás pasablemente usados (Versilov no soportaba las fundas), algunos tapices, varias mesas veladores inútiles. Seguidamente, a la derecha, se abría el cuarto de Versilov, estrecho y exiguo, con una ...

10. Dostoevsky. El adolecente (Spanish. Подросток). Tercera parte. Capítulo IX

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Часть текста: tuviera que burlarse de ese calificativo, y si a veces contenía elementos cínicos o incluso un poco ridículos, yo era lo bastante ancho de miras para comprender o admitir el realismo, sin, por otra parte, manchar el ideal. Sobre todo, yo había comprendido por fin a aquel hombre y estaba un poco molesto y despechado por el hecho de que hubiera sido una cosa tan sencilla: a aquel hombre yo lo había instalado siempre en mi corazón, a una altura extrema, en las nubes; me era preciso absolutamente revestir su destino de misterio, y deseaba, como es natural, que ese misterio no se descubriese de una manera tan fácil. Por otra parte, en su encuentro con ella y en sus dos años de sufrimiento, había también bastantes cosas complicadas: "él no había querido la fatalidad; el tenía necesidad de libertad, y no de la servidumbre del destino; era esa servidumbre del destino lo que lo había obligado a ofender a mamá, que lo esperaba en Koenigsberg... Además, ese hombre, en todo caso, era para mí un predicador: llevaba en su corazón la edad de oro y conocía el porvenir del ateísmo. Pues bien, su encuentro con ella lo había roto todo, todo lo había deformado! Oh!, desde luego, yo no la traicioné, pero sin embargo tomé partido por él. Mamá, por...

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