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Часть текста: pero cien veces más devastadora e inesperada de lo que había pensado. En todo ello había algo extraño, ruin y hasta trágico, por lo menos en lo que a mí atañía. Me ocurrieron algunos lances casi milagrosos, o así los he considerado desde entonces, aunque bien mirado y, sobre todo, a juzgar por el remolino de sucesos a que me vi arrastrado entonces, quizá ahora quepa decir solamente que no fueron del todo ordinarios. Para mí, sin embargo, lo más prodigioso fue mi propia actitud ante estas peripecias. Hasta ahora no he logrado comprenderme a mí mismo! Todo ello pasó flotando como un sueño, incluso mi pasión, que fue pujante y sincera, pero... qué ha sido ahora de ella? Es verdad que de vez en cuando cruza por mi mente la pregunta: "No estaba loco entonces? No pasé todo ese tiempo en algún manicomio, donde quizá todavía estoy, hasta tal punto que todo eso me pareció que pasaba y aun ahora sólo me parece que pasó?". He recogido mis cuartillas y he vuelto a leerlas (quién sabe si las escribí sólo para convencerme de que no estaba en una casa de orates?). Ahora me hallo enteramente solo. Llega el otoño, amarillean las hojas. Estoy en este triste poblacho (oh, qué tristes son los...

2. Dostoevsky. The Gambler (English. Игрок). Chapter XIII

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Часть текста: understood myself. Yet now the actual crisis has passed away like a dream. Even my passion for Polina is dead. Was it ever so strong and genuine as I thought? If so, what has become of it now? At times I fancy that I must be mad; that somewhere I am sitting in a madhouse; that these events have merely SEEMED to happen; that still they merely SEEM to be happening. I have been arranging and re-perusing my notes (perhaps for the purpose of convincing myself that I am not in a madhouse). At present I am lonely and alone. Autumn is coming--already it is mellowing the leaves; and, as I sit brooding in this melancholy little town (and how melancholy the little towns of Germany can be!), I find myself taking no thought for the future, but living under the influence of passing moods, and of my recollections of the tempest which recently drew me into its vortex, and then cast me out again. At times I seem still seem to be caught within that vortex. At times, the tempest seems once more to be gathering, and, as it passes overhead, to be wrapping me in its folds, until I have lost my sense of order and reality, and continue whirling and whirling and whirling around. Yet, it may be that I shall be able to stop myself from revolving if once I can succeed in rendering myself an exact account of what has happened within the month just past. Somehow I feel drawn towards the pen; on many and many an evening I have had nothing else in the world to do. But, curiously enough, of late I have taken to amusing myself with the works of M. Paul de Kock, which I read in German translations obtained...

3. Dostoevsky. The Idiot (English. Идиот). Part II. Chapter V

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Часть текста: or object. He did not know the town well. He stopped to look about him on bridges, at street corners. He entered a confectioner's shop to rest, once. He was in a state of nervous excitement and perturbation; he noticed nothing and no one; and he felt a craving for solitude, to be alone with his thoughts and his emotions, and to give himself up to them passively. He loathed the idea of trying to answer the questions that would rise up in his heart and mind. "I am not to blame for all this," he thought to himself, half unconsciously. Towards six o'clock he found himself at the station of the Tsarsko-Selski railway. He was tired of solitude now; a new rush of feeling took hold of him, and a flood of light chased away the gloom, for a moment, from his soul. He took a ticket to Pavlofsk, and determined to get there as fast as he could, but something stopped him; a reality, and not a fantasy, as he was inclined to think it. He was about to take his place in a carriage, when he...

4. Dostoevsky. El jugador (Spanish. Игрок). Capítulo 9

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Часть текста: un sinfín de baúles y maletas, sentada como reina en su trono estaba... la abuela. Sí, ella misma, formidable y rica, con sus setenta y cinco años a cuestas: Antonida Vasilyevna Tarasevicheva, terrateniente y aristocrática moscovita, la baboulinka, acerca de la cual se expedían y recibían telegramas, moribunda pero no muerta, quien de repente aparecía en persona entre nosotros como llovida del cielo. La traían, por fallo de las piernas, en un sillón, como siempre en estos últimos años, pero, también como siempre, marrullera, briosa, pagada de sí misma, muy tiesa en su asiento, vociferante, autoritaria y con todos regañona; en fin, exactamente como yo había tenido el honor de verla dos veces desde que entré como tutor en casa del general. Como es de suponer, me quedé ante ella paralizado de asombro. Me había visto a cien pasos de distancia cuando la llevaban en el sillón, me había reconocido con sus ojos de lince y llamado por mi nombre y patronímico, detalle que, también según costumbre suya,...

5. Dostoevsky. The Idiot (English. Идиот). Part IV. Chapter XI

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Часть текста: "Whom do you want?" "Parfen Semionovitch." "He is not in." The old woman examined the prince from head to foot with great curiosity. "At all events tell me whether he slept at home last night, and whether he came alone?" The old woman continued to stare at him, but said nothing. "Was not Nastasia Philipovna here with him, yesterday evening?" "And, pray, who are you yourself?" "Prince Lef Nicolaievitch Muishkin; he knows me well." "He is not at home." The woman lowered her eyes. "And Nastasia Philipovna?" "I know nothing about it." "Stop a minute! When will he come back?" "I don't know that either." The door was shut with these words, and the old woman disappeared. The prince decided to come back within an hour. Passing out of the house, he met the porter. "Is Parfen Semionovitch at home?" he asked. "Yes." "Why did they tell me he was not at home, then?" "Where did they tell you so,--at his door?" "No, at his mother's flat; I rang at Parfen Semionovitch's door and nobody came." "Well, he may have gone out. I can't tell. Sometimes he takes the keys with him, and leaves the rooms empty for two or three days." "Do you know for certain that he was at home last night?" "Yes, he was." "Was Nastasia Philipovna with him?" "I don't know; she doesn't come often. I think I should have known if she had come." The prince went out deep in thought, and walked up and down the pavement for some time. The windows of all the rooms occupied by Rogojin were closed, those of his mother's apartments were open. It was a hot, bright day. The prince crossed the road in order to have a good look at the windows again; not only were Rogojin's closed, but the white blinds were all down as well. He stood there for a minute and then, suddenly and...

6. Dostoevsky. The Gambler (English. Игрок). Chapter XV

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Часть текста: her attitude, she gazed into my face. "I have won two hundred thousand francs!" cried I as I pulled out my last sheaf of bank-notes. The pile of paper currency occupied the whole table. I could not withdraw my eyes from it. Consequently, for a moment or two Polina escaped my mind. Then I set myself to arrange the pile in order, and to sort the notes, and to mass the gold in a separate heap. That done, I left everything where it lay, and proceeded to pace the room with rapid strides as I lost myself in thought. Then I darted to the table once more, and began to recount the money; until all of a sudden, as though I had remembered something, I rushed to the door, and closed and double-locked it. Finally I came to a meditative halt before my little trunk. "Shall I put the money there until tomorrow?" I asked, turning sharply round to Polina as the recollection of her returned to me. She was still in her old place--still making not a sound. Yet her eyes had followed every one of my movements. Somehow in her face there was a strange expression--an expression which I did not like. I think that I shall not be wrong if I say that it indicated sheer hatred. Impulsively I approached her....

7. Dostoevsky. The Idiot (English. Идиот). Part II. Chapter II

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Часть текста: near St. Petersburg.] and to this spot Mrs. Epanchin determined to proceed without further delay. In a couple of days all was ready, and the family had left town. A day or two after this removal to Pavlofsk, Prince Muishkin arrived in St. Petersburg by the morning train from Moscow. No one met him; but, as he stepped out of the carriage, he suddenly became aware of two strangely glowing eyes fixed upon him from among the crowd that met the train. On endeavouring to re-discover the eyes, and see to whom they belonged, he could find nothing to guide him. It must have been a hallucination. But the disagreeable impression remained, and without this, the prince was sad and thoughtful already, and seemed to be much preoccupied. His cab took him to a small and bad hotel near the Litaynaya. Here he engaged a couple of rooms, dark and badly furnished. He washed and changed, and hurriedly left the hotel again, as though anxious to waste no time. Anyone who now saw him for the first time since he left Petersburg would judge that he had improved vastly so far as his exterior was concerned. His clothes certainly were very different; they were more fashionable, perhaps even too much so, and anyone inclined to mockery might have found something to smile at in his appearance. But what is there...

8. Dostoevsky. The Possessed (English. Бесы). Part II. Chapter V. On the eve op the fete

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Часть текста: that he would agreeably astonish every one when the literary quadrille began. An extraordinary multitude of donors and subscribers had turned up, all the select society of the town; but even the unselect were admitted, if only they produced the cash. Yulia Mihailovna observed that sometimes it was a positive duty to allow the mixing of classes, “for otherwise who is to enlighten them?” A private drawing-room committee was formed, at which it was decided that the fete was to be of a democratic character. The enormous list of subscriptions tempted them to lavish expenditure. They wanted to do something on a marvellous scale—that's why it was put off. They were still undecided where the ball was to take place, whether in the immense house belonging to the marshal's wife, which she was willing to give up to them for the day, or at Varvara Petrovna's mansion at Skvoreshniki. It was rather a distance to Skvoreshniki, but many of the committee were of opinion that it would be “freer” there. Varvara Petrovna would dearly have liked it to have been in her house. It's difficult to understand why this proud woman seemed almost making up to Yulia Mihailovna. Probably what pleased her was that the latter in her turn seemed almost fawning upon Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch and was more gracious to him than to anyone. I repeat again that Pyotr Stepanovitch was always, in continual whispers, strengthening in the governor's household an idea he had insinuated there already, that Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch was a man who had very mysterious connections with very mysterious circles, and that he had certainly come here with some commission from them. People here seemed in a strange state of mind at the time. Among the ladies especially a sort of frivolity was conspicuous, and it could not be said to be a gradual growth. Certain very free-and-easy notions seemed to be in the air. There was a sort of dissipated gaiety and levity, and I can't say it...

9. Dostoevsky. El jugador (Spanish. Игрок). Capítulo 8

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Часть текста: sé, es decir, que me he enterado por casualidad. Y ahora adónde irá usted desde aquí? Le tengo aprecio y por eso iba a verle. -Es usted un hombre excelente, míster Astley -respondí (pero, por otra parte, la cosa me chocó mucho: de quién lo había sabido?)-. Y como todavía no he tomado café y usted, de seguro, lo ha tomado malo, vamos al café del Casino. Allí nos sentamos, fumamos, yo le cuento y usted me cuenta. El café estaba a cien pasos. Nos trajeron café, nos sentamos y yo encendí un cigarrillo. Míster Astley no fumó y, fijando en mí los ojos, se dispuso a escuchar. -No voy a ninguna parte -empecé diciendo-. Me quedo aquí. -Estaba seguro de que se quedaría -dijo mister Astley en tono aprobatorio. Al dirigirme a ver a mister Astley no tenía intención de decirle nada, mejor dicho, no quería decirle nada acerca de mi amor por Polina. Durante esos días apenas le había dicho una palabra de ello. Además, era muy reservado. Desde el primer momento advertí que Polina le había causado una profunda impresión, aunque jamás pronunciaba su nombre. Pero, cosa rara, ahora, de repente, no bien se hubo sentado y fijado en mí sus ojos color de estaño, sentí, no sé por qué, el deseo de contarle todo, es decir, todo mi amor, con todos sus matices. Estuve hablando media hora, lo que para mí fue sumamente agradable. Era la primera vez que hablaba de ello. Notando que se turbaba ante algunos de los pasajes más ardientes, acentué de propósito el ardor de mi narración. De una cosa me arrepiento: quizá hablé del francés más de lo necesario......

10. Dostoevsky. El jugador (Spanish. Игрок)

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Часть текста: aguardando con impaciencia, pero me equivoqué. El general tenía un aire muy despreocupado, me habló con altanería y me mandó a ver a su hermana. Era evidente que habían conseguido dinero en alguna parte. Tuve incluso la impresión de que al general le daba cierta vergüenza mirarme. Marya Filippovna estaba atareadísima y me habló un poco por encima del hombro, pero tomó el dinero, lo contó y escuchó todo mi informe. Esperaban a comer a Mezentzov, al francesito y a no sé qué inglés. Como de costumbre, en cuanto había dinero invitaban a comer, al estilo de Moscú. Polina Aleksandrovna me preguntó al verme por qué había tardado tanto; y sin esperar respuesta salió para no sé dónde. Por supuesto, lo hizo adrede. Menester es, sin embargo, que nos expliquemos. Hay mucho que contar. Me asignaron una habitación exigua en el cuarto piso del hotel. Saben que formo parte del séquito del general. Todo hace pensar que se las han arreglado para darse a conocer. Al general le tienen aquí todos por un acaudalado magnate ruso. Aun antes de la comida me mandó, entre otros encargos, a cambiar dos billetes de mil francos. Los cambié en la caja del hotel. Ahora, durante ocho días por lo menos, nos tendrán por millonarios. Yo quería sacar de paseo a Misha y Nadya, pero me avisaron desde la escalera que fuera a ver al general, quien había tenido a bien enterarse de adónde iba a llevarlos. No cabe duda de que este hombre no puede fijar sus ojos directamente en los míos; él bien quisiera, pero le contesto siempre con una mirada tan sostenida, es decir, tan irrespetuosa que parece azorarse. En tono altisonante, amontonando una frase sobre otra y acabando por hacerse un lío, me dio a entender que llevara a los niños de...

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