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Часть текста: your Rothschild (James Rothschild the Parisian, is the one I mean) is unique while there are millions of such "vaters." I should answer: "You assert that you've heard it, but you've heard nothing. It's true that you're right about one thing. When I said that this was 'very simple,' I forgot to add that it is most difficult. All the religions and the moralities of the world amount to one thing: 'Love virtue and avoid vice. ' One would think nothing could be simpler. But just try doing something virtuous and giving up any one of your vices; just try it. It's the same with this. "That's why your innumerable German 'vaters' may, for ages past reckoning, have repeated those two wonderful words which contain the whole secret, and, meanwhile, Rothschild remains unique. It shows it's the same but not the same, and these 'vaters' don't repeat the same idea. "No doubt they too have heard of obstinacy and perseverance, but to attain my object what I need is not these German 'vaters' ' obstinacy or these 'vaters' ' perseverance." "The mere fact that he is a 'vater'--I don't mean only the Germans--that he has a family, that he is living like other people, has expenses like other people, has obligations like other people, means that he can't become a Rothschild, but must remain an average man. I understand quite clearly that in becoming a Rothschild, or merely desiring to become one, not in the German 'vaters'' way but seriously, I must at the...

2. Dostoevsky. El adolecente (Spanish. Подросток). Primera parte. Capítulo V

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Часть текста: embargo su Rothschild de usted (el difunto James Rothschild, de París, al que me refiero) ha sido siempre único, mientras que hay millones de "Vater". Responderé: -Ustedes aseguran que ya lo saben. Pues bien, no saben absolutamente nada. Existe un punto sin embargo en el que ustedes tienen razón: si he dicho que es una cosa "infinitamente simple", me he olvidado de añadir que es también la más difícil. Todas las religiones y todas las morales del mundo se reducen a esto: "Hay que amar la virtud y huir del vicio." Cómo, parece que haya nada más sencillo? Pues bien, haced algo virtuoso, huid de uno solo cualquiera de vuestros vicios, ensayadlo un poco! Todo consiste en eso. He aquí por qué vuestros innumerables "Vater", durante una infinidad de siglos, pueden repetir esas dos palabras asombrosas en las que estriba todo el secreto, mientras que sin embargo Rothschild sigue siendo único. Por tanto, no se trata de éso en absoluto, y los "Vater" no repiten en modo...

3. Dostoevsky. The Possessed (English. Бесы). Part II. Chapter I. Night

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Часть текста: but at the time we knew nothing, and it was natural that many things should seem strange to us: Stepan Trofimovitch and I, anyway, shut ourselves up for the first part of the time, and looked on with dismay from a distance. I did, indeed, go about here and there, and, as before, brought him various items of news, without which he could not exist. I need hardly say that there were rumours of the most varied kind going about the town in regard to the blow that Stavrogin had received, Lizaveta Nikolaevna's fainting fit, and all that happened on that Sunday. But what we wondered was, through whom the story had got about so quickly and so accurately. Not one of the persons present had any need to give away the secret of what had happened, or interest to serve by doing so. The servants had not been present. Lebyadkinwas the only one who might have chattered, not so much from spite, for he had gone out in great alarm (and fear of an enemy destroys spite against him), but simply from incontinence of speech-But Lebyadkin and his sister had disappeared next day, and nothing could be heard of them. There was no trace of them at Filipov's house, they had moved, no one knew where, and seemed to have vanished. Shatov, of whom I wanted to inquire about Marya Timofyevna, would not open his door, and I believe sat locked up in his room for the whole of those eight days, even discontinuing his work in the town. He would not see me. I went to see him on Tuesday and knocked at his door. I got no answer, but being convinced by unmistakable evidence that he was at home, I knocked a second time. Then, jumping up, apparently from his bed, he strode to the door and shouted at the top of his voice: “Shatov is not at home!” With that I went away. Stepan Trofimovitch and I, not without dismay at the boldness of the supposition, though we tried to encourage one another, reached at last a conclusion: we made up our mind...

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

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Часть текста: esa mujer no me ha ofendido? De quién habría yo tolerado aquella mirada y aquella sonrisa insolente sin una protesta inmediata, por tonta que fuera, poco importa, de mi parte? Y notadlo, había llegado justamente con la idea de ofenderme lo antes posible, antes de haberme visto: yo era a sus ojos "el comisionado de Versilov", y estaba persuadida ya en aquel momento, y lo ha seguido estando mucho tiempo después, de que Versilov tenía entre sus manos todo el destino de ella y tenía el medio de perderla en el momento mismo, si quisiera, gracias a un determinado documento; por lo menos ella lo sospechaba. Era un duelo a muerte. Pues bien, sin embargo yo no estaba ofendido. Había ofensa, pero yo no la sentía. Qué digo?, estaba incluso contento; venido para odiar, sentía incluso que empezaba a amarla. "Me pregunto si la araña puede odiar a la mosca a la que acecha y a la que atrapa. Querida mosca! Me parece que uno quiere a su víctima; por lo menos se la puede amar. De esta manera yo, por lo que a mí se refiere, amo a mi enemiga: estoy terriblemente contento de que sea tan bella. Estoy terriblemente contento, señora, de que sea usted tan arrogante y tan altiva: si fuese más modesta, tendría yo menos placer. Ha escupido usted sobre mí y yo triunfo;. si me...

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

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Часть текста: of a certain document; she suspected that, anyway. It was a duel to the death. And yet--I was not offended! It was an insult, but I did not feel it. How should I? I was positively glad of it; though I had come here to hate her I felt I was beginning to love her. I don't know whether the spider perhaps does not hate the fly he has marked and is snaring. Dear little fly! It seems to me that the victim is loved, or at least may be loved. Here I love my enemy; I am delighted, for instance, that she is so beautiful. I am delighted, madam, that you are so haughty and majestic. If you were meeker it would not be so delightful. You have spat on me-- and I am triumphant. If you were literally to spit in my face I should really not be angry because you--are my victim; MINE and not HIS. How fascinating was that idea! Yes, the secret consciousness of power is more insupportably delightful than open domination. If I were a millionaire I believe I should take pleasure in going about in the oldest clothes and being taken for a destitute man, almost a beggar, being jostled and despised. The consciousness of the truth would be enough for me. That is how I should interpret my thoughts and happiness, and much of what I was feeling that day. I will only add that in what I have just written there is too much levity; in reality my feeling was deeper and more modest. Perhaps even now I am more modest in myself than in my words and deeds--God grant it may be so! Perhaps I have done amiss in sitting down to write at all. Infinitely more remains hidden within than comes out in words. Your thought, even if it is an evil one, is always deeper while it is in your mind; it becomes more absurd and dishonourable when it is put into words. Versilov once said to me that the opposite was true only with horrid people, they...

6. Dostoevsky. El adolecente (Spanish. Подросток). Primera parte. Capítulo IV

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Часть текста: de las horas de servicio. Lo que a mí me importaba era que Kraft, dada su intimidad con Andronikov, podía estar enterado de ciertas cosas que por su índole me interesaban. Pero yo sabía por María Ivanovna, mujer de Nicolás Semenovitch, en cuya casa yo había vivido tantos años mientras estaba en el Instituto - y que era la propia sobrina, la pupila y la favorita de Andronikov -, que Kraft había incluso recibido el "encargo" de entregarme algo. Yo lo estaba aguardando desde hacía un mes largo. Vivía en un pequeño apartamiento de dos habitaciones completamente aislado, y, de momento, recién llegado, de vuelta de Vilna, estaba incluso sin servidumbre. Tenía abierta la maleta, pero los objetos no colocados estaban aún esparcidos sobre las sillas. Una mesa, delante del diván, sostenía un maletín, un cofrecillo, un revólver, etc... Cuando entramos, Kraft iba sumergido en sus pensamientos, como si me hubiese olvidado completamente, quizá ni siquiera había notado que yo no le había dirigido ni una sola ...

7. Dostoevsky. The Possessed (English. Бесы). Part III. Chapter VII. Stepan Trofimovitch's last wandering

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Часть текста: have imagined himself alone on the high road in such a position. No doubt a certain desperation in his feelings softened at first the terrible sensation of sudden solitude in which he at once found himself as soon as he had left Nastasya, and the corner in which he had been warm and snug for twenty years. But it made no difference; even with the clearest recognition of all the horrors awaiting him he would have gone out to the high road and walked along it! There was something proud in the undertaking which allured him in spite of everything. Oh, he might have accepted Varvara Petrovna's luxurious provision and have remained living on her charity, “ comme un humble dependent.” But he had not accepted her charity and was not remaining! And here he was leaving her of himself, and holding aloft the “standard of a great idea, and going to die for it on the open road.” That is how he must have been feeling; that's how his action must have appeared to him. Another question presented itself to me more than once. Why did he run away, that is, literally run away on foot, rather than simply drive away? I put it down at first to the impracticability of fifty years and the fantastic bent of his mind under the influence of strong...

8. Dostoevsky. The Possessed (English. Бесы)

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Часть текста: devils out of the man and entered into the swine; and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the lake and were choked. “When they that fed them saw what was done, they fled, and went and told it in the city and in the country. “Then they went out to see what was done; and came to Jesus and found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind; and they were afraid.” Luke, ch. viii. 32-37. PART I CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTORY SOME DETAILS OF THE BIOGRAPHY OF THAT HIGHLY RESPECTED GENTLEMAN STEFAN TEOFIMOVITCH VERHOVENSKY. IN UNDERTAKING to describe the recent and strange incidents in our town, till lately wrapped in uneventful obscurity, I find' myself forced in absence of literary skill to begin my story rather far back, that is to say, with certain biographical details concerning that talented and highly-esteemed gentleman, Stepan Trofimovitch Verhovensky. I trust that these details may at least serve as an introduction, while my projected story itself will come later. I will say at once that Stepan Trofimovitch had always filled a particular role among us, that of the progressive patriot, so to say, and he was passionately fond of playing the part—so much so that I really believe he could not have existed without it. Not that I would put him on a level with an actor at a theatre, God forbid, for I really have a respect for him. This may all have been the effect of habit, or rather, more exactly of a generous propensity he had from his earliest years for indulging in an agreeable day-dream in which he figured as a picturesque public character. He fondly loved, for instance, his position as a “persecuted” man and, so to speak, an “exile.”...

9. Dostoevsky. El adolecente (Spanish. Подросток). Segunda parte. Capítulo II

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Часть текста: herencia, lo que vendría a representar unos veinte mil rublos. Me acuerdo de que me pareció muy raro que no le asignase más que un tercio y no la mitad; pero no dije nada. Aquella promesa la había dado el príncipe por su propia iniciativa; Versilov no había pronunciado la menor palabra ni aventurado la más mínima alusión; el príncipe mismo fue quien dio los primeros pasos, y Versilov admitió la cosa en silencio y no volvió a mencionarla nunca; jamás mostró acordarse en forma alguna de la promesa. Diré de paso quc el príncipe, al principio, se mostró totalmente encantado con él, en particular con sus discursos; llegó incluso a entusiasmarse y me lo dijo en varias ocasiones. Exclamaba a veces, a solas conmigo y casi con desesperación, que era "tan inculto, que llevaba un camino tan equivocado...". La verdad es queéramos entonces tan amigos... ! Por mi parte me esforzaba en hacer que Versilov adquiriera una buena opinión del príncipe, defendía sus defectos, aunque los veía muy bien; pero Versilov se quedaba silencioso o sonreía. -Si...

10. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part II. Chapter I

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Часть текста: and that I was compromising myself by doing so. A French barber on the Nevsky Prospect was on familiar terms with me, and told me anecdotes as he dressed my hair. And I must confess I practised my French on him. Though I know French, and fairly well indeed, yet I'm afraid of beginning to speak it in grand society; and I dare say my accent is far from Parisian. I have a smart coachman, Matvey, with a smart turn-out, and he is always at my service when I send for him; he has a pale sorrel horse, a fast trotter (I don't like greys). Everything is not perfect, however: it's the 15th of November and has been wintry weather for the last three days, and my fur coat is an old one, lined with raccoon, that once was Versilov's. It wouldn't fetch more than twenty-five roubles. I must get a new one, and my pocket is empty, and I must, besides, have money in reserve for this evening whatever happens--without that I shall be ruined and miserable: that was how I put it to myself at the time. Oh, degradation! Where had these thousands come from, these fast trotters, these expensive restaurants? How could I all at once...

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