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Часть текста: alguna, sería muy probable que su hermana me pusiera en la puerta, en estos momentos en que está llena de prevenciones contra mí. En cambio, contando con la ayuda de usted, yo creo... -No espere que le ayude -le interrumpió Raskolnikof. -Permítame una pregunta. Hasta ayer no llegaron su madre y su hermana, verdad? Raskolnikof no contestó. -Sí, sé que llegaron ayer. Y yo llegué anteayer. Pues bien, he aquí lo que quiero decirle, Rodion Romanovitch. Creo innecesario justificarme, pero permítame otra pregunta: qué hay de criminal en mi conducta, siempre, claro es, que se miren las cosas imparcialmente y sin prejuicios? Usted me dirá que he perseguido en mi propia casa a una muchacha indefensa y que la he insultado con mis proposiciones deshonestas (ya ve usted que yo mismo me adelanto a enfrentarme con la acusación), pero considere usted que soy un hombre et nihil humanum... En una palabra, que soy susceptible de caer en una tentación, de enamorarme, pues esto no depende de nuestra voluntad. Admitido esto, todo se explica del modo más natural. La cuestión puede plantearse así: soy un monstruo o una víctima? Yo creo que soy una víctima, pues cuando proponía al objeto de mi pasión que huyera conmigo a América o a Suiza...

2. Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment (English. Преступление и наказание). Part four. Chapter One

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Часть текста: only arrived yesterday, may I ask you?" Raskolnikov made no reply. "It was yesterday, I know. I only arrived myself the day before. Well, let me tell you this, Rodion Romanovitch, I don't consider it necessary to justify myself, but kindly tell me what was there particularly criminal on my part in all this business, speaking without prejudice, with common sense?" Raskolnikov continued to look at him in silence. "That in my own house I persecuted a defenceless girl and 'insulted her with my infamous proposals'- is that it? (I am anticipating you.) But you've only to assume that I, too, am a man et nihil humanum... in a word, that I am capable of being attracted and falling in love (which does not depend on our will), then everything can be explained in the most natural manner. The question is, am I a monster, or am I myself a victim? And what if I am a victim? In proposing to the object of my passion to elope with me to America or Switzerland, I may have cherished the deepest respect for her, and may have thought that I was promoting our mutual happiness! Reason is the slave of passion, you know; why, probably, I was doing more harm to myself than any one!" "But that's not the point," Raskolnikov interrupted with disgust. "It's simply that whether you are right or wrong, we dislike you. We don't want to have anything to do with you. We show you the door. Go out!" Svidrigailov broke into a sudden laugh. "But you're... but there's no getting round you," he said, laughing in the frankest way. "I hoped to get round...

3. Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment (English. Преступление и наказание). Part six. Chapter Four

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Часть текста: (English. Преступление и наказание). Part six. Chapter Four Chapter Four "YOU know perhaps- yes, I told you myself," began Svidrigailov, "that I was in the debtors' prison here, for an immense sum, and had not any expectation of being able to pay it. There's no need to go into particulars of how Marfa Petrovna bought me out; do you know to what a point of insanity a woman can sometimes love? She was an honest woman, and very sensible, although completely uneducated. Would you believe that this honest and jealous woman, after many scenes of hysterics and reproaches, condescended to enter into a kind of contract with me which she kept throughout our married life? She was considerably older than I, and besides, she always kept a clove or something in her mouth. There was so much swinishness in my soul and honesty too, of a sort, as to tell her straight out that I couldn't be absolutely faithful to her. This confession drove her to frenzy, but yet she seems in a way to have liked my brutal frankness. She thought it showed I was unwilling to deceive her if I warned her like this beforehand and for a jealous woman, you...

4. Dostoevsky. Crimen y castigo (Spanish. Преступление и наказание). Sexta parte. Capitulo IV

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Часть текста: su relato-, que estuve en la cárcel por deudas, una deuda cuantiosa que me era absolutamente imposible pagar. No quiero entrar en detalles acerca de mi rescate por Marfa Petrovna. Ya sabe usted cómo puede trastornar el amor la cabeza a una mujer. Marfa Petrovna era una mujer honesta y bastante inteligente, aunque de una completa incultura. Esta mujer celosa y honesta, tras varias escenas llenas de violencia y reproches, cerró conmigo una especie de contrato que observó escrupulosamente durante todo el tiempo de nuestra vida conyugal. Ella era mayor que yo. Yo tuve la vileza, y también la lealtad, de decirle francamente que no podía comprometerme a guardarle una fidelidad absoluta. Estas palabras le enfurecieron, pero al mismo tiempo, mi ruda franqueza debió de gustarle. Sin duda pensó: "Esta confesión anticipada demuestra que no tiene el propósito de engañarme." Lo cual era importantísimo para una mujer celosa. "Tras una serie de escenas de lágrimas, llegamos al siguiente acuerdo verbal: "Primero. Yo me comprometía a no abandonar jamás a Marfa Petrovna, o sea a permanecer siempre a su lado, como corresponde a un marido. "Segundo. Yo no podía salir de sus tierras sin su autorización. "Tercero. No tendría jamás una amante fija. "Cuarto. En compensación, Marfa Petrovna me permitiría cortejar a las campesinas, pero siempre con su consentimiento secreto y...

5. Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment (English. Преступление и наказание). Part four. Chapter Two

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Часть текста: she was turned out by his wife, Marfa Petrovna. This Marfa Petrovna begged Dounia's forgiveness afterwards, and she's just died suddenly. It was of her we were talking this morning. I don't know why I'm afraid of that man. He came here at once after his wife's funeral. He is very strange, and is determined on doing something.... We must guard Dounia from him... that's what I wanted to tell you, do you hear?" "Guard her! What can he do to harm Avdotya Romanovna? Thank you, Rodya, for speaking to me like that.... We will, we will guard her. Where does he live?" "I don't know." "Why didn't you ask? What a pity! I'll find out, though." "Did you see him?" asked Raskolnikov after a pause. "Yes, I noticed him, I noticed him well." "You did really see him? You saw him clearly?" Raskolnikov insisted. "Yes, I remember him perfectly, I should know him in a thousand; I have a good memory for faces." They were silent again. "Hm!... that's all right," muttered Raskolnikov. "Do you know, I fancied... I keep thinking that it may have been an hallucination." "What do you mean? I don't understand you." "Well, you all say," Raskolnikov went on, twisting his mouth into a smile, "that I am mad. I thought just now that perhaps I really am mad, and have only seen a phantom." "What do you mean?" "Why, who can tell? Perhaps I am really mad, and perhaps everything that happened all these days may be only imagination." "Ach, Rodya, you have been upset again!... But what did he say, what did he come for?" Raskolnikov did not answer. Razumihin thought...

6. Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment (English. Преступление и наказание). Part one. Chapter Three

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Часть текста: they had been long untouched. A big clumsy sofa occupied almost the whole of one wall and half the floor space of the room; it was once covered with chintz, but was now in rags and served Raskolnikov as a bed. Often he went to sleep on it, as he was, without undressing, without sheets, wrapped in his old student's overcoat, with his head on one little pillow, under which he heaped up all the linen he had, clean and dirty, by way of a bolster. A little table stood in front of the sofa. It would have been difficult to sink to a lower ebb of disorder, but to Raskolnikov in his present state of mind this was positively agreeable. He had got completely away from every one, like a tortoise in its shell, and even the sight of the servant girl who had to wait upon him and looked sometimes into his room made him writhe with nervous irritation. He was in the condition that overtakes some monomaniacs entirely concentrated upon one thing. His landlady had for the last fortnight given up sending him in meals, and he had not yet thought of expostulating with her, though he went without his dinner. Nastasya, the cook and only servant, was rather pleased at the lodger's mood and had entirely given up sweeping and doing his room, only once a week or so she would stray into his room with a broom. She waked him up that day. "Get up, why are you asleep!" she called to him. "It's past nine, I have brought you some tea; will you have a cup? I should think you're fairly starving?" Raskolnikov opened his eyes, started and recognized Nastasya. "From the landlady, eh?" he asked, slowly and with a sickly face sitting up on the sofa. "From the landlady, indeed!" She set before him her own cracked teapot full of weak and stale tea and laid two yellow lumps of sugar by the side of it. "Here, Nastasya, take it please," he said, fumbling in his...

7. Dostoevsky. The Brothers Karamazov (English. Братья Карамазовы). Part I. Book III. The Sensualists. Chapter 1. In the Servants" Quarters

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Часть текста: Chapter 1 In the Servants' Quarters THE Karamazovs' house was far from being in the centre of the town, but it was not quite outside it. It was a pleasant-looking old house of two stories, painted grey, with a red iron roof. It was roomy and snug, and might still last many years. There were all sorts of unexpected little cupboards and closets and staircases. There were rats in it, but Fyodor Pavlovitch did not altogether dislike them. "One doesn't feel so solitary when one's left alone in the evening," he used to say. It was his habit to send the servants away to the lodge for the night and to lock himself up alone. The lodge was a roomy and solid building in the yard. Fyodor Pavlovitch used to have the cooking done there, although there was a kitchen in the house; he did not like the smell of cooking, and, winter and summer alike, the dishes were carried in across the courtyard. The house was built for a large family; there was room for five times as many, with their servants. But at the time of our story there was no one living in the house but Fyodor Pavlovitch and his son Ivan. And in the lodge there were only three servants: old Grigory, and his old wife Marfa, and a young man called Smerdyakov. Of these three we must say a few words. Of old Grigory we have said something already. He was firm and determined and went blindly and obstinately for his object, if once be had been brought by any reasons (and they were often very illogical ones) to believe that it was immutably right. He was honest and incorruptible. His wife, Marfa Ignatyevna, had obeyed her husband's will implicitly all her life, yet she had pestered him terribly after the emancipation of the serfs. She was set on leaving Fyodor Pavlovitch and opening a little shop in Moscow with their small savings. But Grigory decided then, once for all, that "the woman's talking nonsense, for every woman is...

8. Dostoevsky. Crimen y castigo (Spanish. Преступление и наказание). Cuarta parte. Capitulo II

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Часть текста: y ahora, hace unos días, ha muerto de repente. De ella hemos hablado hace un momento. No sé por qué temo tanto a ese hombre. Inmediatamente después del entierro de su mujer se ha venido a Petersburgo. Es un tipo muy extraño y parece abrigar algún proyecto misterioso. Qué es lo que proyectará? Hay que proteger a Dunia contra él. Estaba deseando poder decírtelo. -Protegerla? Pero qué mal puede él hacer a Avdotia Romanovna? En fin, Rodia, te agradezco esta prueba de confianza. Puedes estar tranquilo, que protegeremos a tu hermana. Dónde vive ese hombre? -No lo sé. -Por qué no se lo has preguntado? Ha sido una lástima. Pero te aseguro que me enteraré. -Te has fijado en él? -preguntó Raskolnikof tras una pausa. -Sí, lo he podido observar perfectamente. -De veras lo has podido examinar bien? -insistió Raskolnikof. -Sí, recuerdo todos sus rasgos. Reconocería a ese hombre entre mil, pues tengo buena memoria para las fisonomías. Callaron nuevamente. -Oye -murmuró Raskolnikof-, sabes que...? Mira, estaba pensando que... no habrá sido todo una ilusión? -Pero qué dices? No lo entiendo. Raskolnikof torció la boca en una sonrisa. -Te lo diré claramente. Todos creeréis que me he vuelto loco, y a mí me parece que tal vez es verdad, que he perdido la razón y que, por lo tanto, lo que he visto ha sido un espectro. -Pero qué disparates estás diciendo? -Sí, tal vez...

9. Dostoevsky. Crimen y castigo (Spanish. Преступление и наказание). Primera parte. Capitulo III

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Часть текста: que no le había procurado descanso alguno. Se despertó de pésimo humor y paseó por su buhardilla una mirada hostil. La habitación no tenía más de seis pasos de largo y ofrecía el aspecto más miserable, con su papel amarillo y polvoriento, despegado a trozos, y tan baja de techo, que un hombre que rebasara sólo en unos centímetros la estatura media no habría estado allí a sus anchas, pues le habría cohibido el temor de dar con la cabeza en el techo. Los muebles estaban en armonía con el local. Consistían en tres sillas viejas, más o menos cojas; una mesa pintada, que estaba en un rincón y sobre la cual se veían, como tirados, algunos cuadernos y libros tan cubiertos de polvo que bastaba verlos para deducir que no los habían tocado hacía mucho tiempo, y, en fin, un largo y extraño diván que ocupaba casi toda la longitud y la mitad de la anchura de la pieza y que estaba tapizado de una indiana hecha jirones. Éste era el lecho de Raskolnikof, que solía acostarse completamente vestido y sin más mantas que su vieja capa de estudiante. Como almohada utilizaba un pequeño cojín, bajo el cual colocaba, para hacerlo un poco más alto, toda su ropa blanca, tanto la limpia como la sucia. Ante el diván había una mesita. No era difícil imaginar una pobreza mayor y un mayor abandono; pero Raskolnikof, dado su estado de espíritu, se sentía feliz en aquel antro. Se había aislado de todo el mundo y vivía como una tortuga en su...

10. Dostoevsky. The Brothers Karamazov (English. Братья Карамазовы). Part III. Book IX. The Preliminary Investigation. Chapter 2.The Alarm

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Часть текста: in black frames on the walls, an essential decoration, as we all know, for a bachelor's billiard-room. There was card playing every evening at his house, if only at one table. But at frequent intervals, all the society of our town, with the mammas and young ladies, assembled at his house to dance. Mihail Makarovitch was a widower, he did not live alone. His widowed daughter lived with him, with her two unmarried daughters, grown-up girls, who had finished their education. They were of agreeable appearance and lively character, and though everyone knew they would have no dowry, they attracted all the young men of fashion to their grandfather's house. Mihail Makarovitch was by no means very efficient in his work, though he performed his duties no worse than many others. To speak plainly, he was a man of rather narrow education. His understanding of the limits of his administrative power could not always be relied upon. It was not so much that he failed to grasp certain reforms enacted during the present reign, as that he made conspicuous blunders in his interpretation of them. This was not from any special lack of intelligence, but from carelessness, for he was always in to great a hurry to go into the subject. "I have the heart of a soldier rather than of a civilian," he used to say of himself. He had not even formed a definite idea of the fundamental principles of the reforms connected with the emancipation of the serfs, and only picked it up, so to speak, from year to year, involuntarily increasing his knowledge by practice. And yet he was himself a landowner....

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