Поиск по творчеству и критике
Cлово "JUNKER"


А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И Й К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я
0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Поиск  
1. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter IX
Входимость: 3. Размер: 47кб.
2. Dostoevsky. The Idiot (English. Идиот). Part IV. Chapter V
Входимость: 2. Размер: 46кб.
3. Dostoevsky. El jugador (Spanish. Игрок). Capítulo 6
Входимость: 1. Размер: 20кб.
4. Dostoevsky. The Gambler (English. Игрок). Chapter VI
Входимость: 1. Размер: 20кб.
5. Dostoevsky. Notes from the Underground (English. Записки из подполья). Part II. Chapter IV
Входимость: 1. Размер: 22кб.
6. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter XI
Входимость: 1. Размер: 45кб.
7. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter IV
Входимость: 1. Размер: 53кб.

Примерный текст на первых найденных страницах

1. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter IX
Входимость: 3. Размер: 47кб.
Часть текста: (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter IX CHAPTER IX 1 But I waked up next morning feeling fresher and in better heart. I unconsciously reproached myself, indeed, with perfect sincerity, for a certain levity, and, as it were, superciliousness, with which it seemed to me, recalling it, I had listened to some parts of his "confession" the evening before. Supposing it had been to some extent muddled, and some revelations had been, as it were, a little delirious and incoherent, he had not, of course, prepared to deliver a speech when he invited me the day before. He had simply done me a great honour in turning to me, as his one friend at such a moment, and I shall never forget his doing it. On the contrary, his confession was "touching," though people may laugh at me for saying so, and if there were glimpses from time to time of something cynical, or even something that seemed ridiculous, I was not so narrow as to be unable to understand and accept realism, which did not, however, detract from the ideal. The great point was now that I understood the man, and ...
2. Dostoevsky. The Idiot (English. Идиот). Part IV. Chapter V
Входимость: 2. Размер: 46кб.
Часть текста: we know, that nothing had happened, and that he had nothing to impart,--the prince may have been in error. Something strange seemed to have happened, without anything definite having actually happened. Varia had guessed that with her true feminine instinct. How or why it came about that everyone at the Epanchins' became imbued with one conviction--that something very important had happened to Aglaya, and that her fate was in process of settlement--it would be very difficult to explain. But no sooner had this idea taken root, than all at once declared that they had seen and observed it long ago; that they had remarked it at the time of the "poor knight" joke, and even before, though they had been unwilling to believe in such nonsense. So said the sisters. Of course, Lizabetha Prokofievna had foreseen it long before the rest; her "heart had been sore" for a long while, she declared, and it was now so sore that she appeared to be quite overwhelmed, and the very thought of the prince became distasteful to her. There was a question to be decided--most important, but most difficult; so much so, that Mrs. Epanchin did not even see how to put it into words. Would the prince do or not? Was all this good or bad? If good (which might be the case, of course), WHY good? If bad (which was hardly doubtful), WHEREIN, especially, bad? Even the general, the paterfamilias, though astonished at ...
3. Dostoevsky. El jugador (Spanish. Игрок). Capítulo 6
Входимость: 1. Размер: 20кб.
Часть текста: lo que hago son sólo burdas chiquilladas de escolar. Ha sido Polina, todo ello ha sido obra de Polina. Sin ella no hubiera habido esas travesuras. Quién sabe! Acaso lo hice por desesperación (por muy necio que parezca suponerlo). No comprendo, no comprendo en qué consiste su atractivo. En cuanto a hermosa, lo es, debe de serlo, porque vuelve locos a otros hombres. Alta y bien plantada, sólo que muy delgada. Tengo la impresión de que puede hacerse un nudo con ella o plegarla en dos. Su pie es largo y estrecho -una tortura, eso es, una tortura-. Su pelo tiene un ligero tinte rojizo. Los ojos, auténticamente felinos y con qué orgullo y altivez sabe mirar con ellos! Hace cuatro meses, a raíz de mi llegada, estaba ella hablando una noche en la sala con Des Grieux. La conversación era acalorada. Y ella le miraba de tal modo... que más tarde, cuando fui a acostarme, saqué la conclusión de que acababa de darle una bofetada. Estaba de pie ante él y mirándole... Desde esa noche la quiero. Pero vamos al caso. Por una vereda entré en la avenida, me planté en medio de ella y me puse a esperar al barón y la baronesa. Cuando estuvieron a cinco pasos de mí me quité el sombrero y me incliné. Recuerdo que la baronesa llevaba un vestido de seda de mucho vuelo, gris oscuro, con volante de crinolina y cola. Era mujer pequeña y de corpulencia poco común, con una papada gruesa y colgante que impedía verle el cuello. Su rostro era de un rojo subido; los ojos eran pequeños, malignos e insolentes....
4. Dostoevsky. The Gambler (English. Игрок). Chapter VI
Входимость: 1. Размер: 20кб.
Часть текста: passed since that day of lunacy. What a noise and a fuss and a chattering and an uproar there was! And what a welter of unseemliness and disorder and stupidity and bad manners! And I the cause of it all! Yet part of the scene was also ridiculous--at all events to myself it was so. I am not quite sure what was the matter with me--whether I was merely stupefied or whether I purposely broke loose and ran amok. At times my mind seems all confused; while at other times I seem almost to be back in my childhood, at the school desk, and to have done the deed simply out of mischief. It all came of Polina--yes, of Polina. But for her, there might never have been a fracas. Or perhaps I did the deed in a fit of despair (though it may be foolish of me to think so)? What there is so attractive about her I cannot think. Yet there IS something attractive about her--something passing fair, it would seem. Others besides myself she has driven to distraction. She is tall and straight, and very slim. Her body looks as though it could be tied into a knot, or bent double, like a cord. The imprint of her foot is long and narrow. It is, a maddening imprint--yes, simply a maddening one! And her hair has a reddish tint about it, and her eyes are like cat's...
5. Dostoevsky. Notes from the Underground (English. Записки из подполья). Part II. Chapter IV
Входимость: 1. Размер: 22кб.
Часть текста: in the room. It had not occurred to the waiter, however, to bring them in at once when I arrived. In the next room two gloomy, angry- looking persons were eating their dinners in silence at two different tables. There was a great deal of noise, even shouting, in a room further away; one could hear the laughter of a crowd of people, and nasty little shrieks in French: there were ladies at the dinner. It was sickening, in fact. I rarely passed more unpleasant moments, so much so that when they did arrive all together punctually at six I was overjoyed to see them, as though they were my deliverers, and even forgot that it was incumbent upon me to show resentment. Zverkov walked in at the head of them; evidently he was the leading spirit. He and all of them were laughing; but, seeing me, Zverkov drew himself up a little, walked up to me deliberately with a slight, rather jaunty bend from the waist. He shook hands with me in a friendly, but not over- friendly, fashion, with a sort of circumspect courtesy like that of a General, as though in giving me his hand he were warding off something. I had imagined, on the contrary, that on coming in he would at once break into his habitual thin, shrill laugh and fall to making his insipid jokes and witticisms. I had been preparing for them ever since the previous day, but I had not expected such condescension, such high-official courtesy. So, then, he felt himself ineffably superior to me in every respect! If he only meant to insult me by that high-official tone, it would not matter, I thought--I could pay him back for it one way or another. But what if, in reality, without the least desire to be offensive, that sheepshead had a notion in earnest that he was superior to me and could only look at me in a patronising way? The very supposition made me gasp. "I was surprised to hear of your desire to join us," he began, lisping and drawling, which was something new. ...
6. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter XI
Входимость: 1. Размер: 45кб.
Часть текста: A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter XI CHAPTER XI 1 I ran to Lambert. Oh, how I should have liked to give a show of logic to my behaviour, and to find some trace of common sense in my actions that evening and all that night; but even now, when I can reflect on it all, I am utterly unable to present my conduct in any clear and logical connection. It was a case of feeling, or rather a perfect chaos of feelings, in the midst of which I was naturally bound to go astray. It is true there was one dominant feeling, which mastered me completely and overwhelmed all the others, but. . . need I confess to it? Especially as I am not certain. . . . I ran to Lambert, beside myself of course. I positively scared Alphonsine and him for the first minute. I have always noticed that even the most profligate, most degraded Frenchmen are in their domestic life extremely given to a sort of bourgeois routine, a sort of very prosaic daily ceremonial of life established once and for ever. Lambert quickly realised, however, that something had happened, and was delighted that I had come to him at last, and that I was IN HIS CLUTCHES. He had been thinking of nothing else day and night! Oh, how badly he needed me!...
7. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter IV
Входимость: 1. Размер: 53кб.
Часть текста: when everything was over. I don't know how else to be clear, as otherwise I should have to write the whole story in riddles. And so I will give a simple and direct explanation, sacrificing so-called artistic effect, and presenting it without any personal feelings, as though I were not writing it myself, something after the style of an entrefilet in the newspaper. The fact is that my old schoolfellow, Lambert, might well, and indeed with certainty, be said to belong to one of those disreputable gangs of petty scoundrels who form associations for the sake of what is now called chantage, an offence nowadays defined and punished by our legal code. The gang to which Lambert belonged had been formed in Moscow and had already succeeded in a good many enterprises there (it was to some extent exposed later on). I heard afterwards that they had in Moscow an extremely experienced and clever leader, a man no longer young. They embarked upon enterprises, sometimes acting individually and sometimes in concert. While they were responsible for some filthy and indecent scandals (accounts of which have, however, already been published in the newspapers) they also carried out some subtle and elaborate intrigues under the leadership of their chief. I found out about some of them later on, but I will not repeat the details. I will only mention that it was their characteristic method to discover some secret, often in the life of people of the greatest respectability and good position. Then they...