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Часть текста: him to let him alone. He listened to all he said about Shatov, however, and seemed for some reason extremely struck by the news that Virginsky had found no one at home. It seemed that Lyamshin knew already (through Liputin) of Fedka's death, and hurriedly and incoherently told Virginsky about it, at which the latter seemed struck in his turn. To Virginsky's direct question, “Should they go or not?” he began suddenly waving his hands again, entreating him to let him alone, and saying that it was not his business, and that he knew nothing about it. Virginsky returned home dejected and greatly alarmed. It weighed upon him that he had to hide it from his family; he was accustomed to tell his wife everything; and if his feverish brain had not hatched a new idea at that moment, a new plan of conciliation for further action, he might have taken to his bed like Lyamshin. But this new idea sustained him; what's more, he began impatiently awaiting the hour fixed, and set off for the appointed spot earlier than was necessary. It was a very gloomy place at the end of the huge park. I went there afterwards on purpose to look at it. How sinister it must have looked on that chill autumn evening! It was at the edge of an old wood belonging to the Crown. Huge ancient pines stood out as vague sombre blurs in the darkness. It was so dark that they could hardly see each other two paces off, but Pyotr Stepanovitch, Liputin, and afterwards Erkel, brought lanterns with them. At some unrecorded date in the past a rather absurd-looking grotto had for some reason been built here of rough unhewn stones. The table and benches in the grotto had long ago decayed and fallen. Two hundred paces to the right was the bank of the third pond of the park. These three ponds stretched one ...

2. Dostoevsky. A Gentle Spirit (English. Кроткая)

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Часть текста: Garnett A Gentle Spirit A Fantastic Story by Fyodor Dostoevsky Part I Chapter I Who I was and who she was Oh, while she is still here, it is still all right; I go up and look at her every minute; but tomorrow they will take her away - and how shall I be left alone? Now she is on the table in the drawing-room, they put two card tables together, the coffin will be here tomorrow - white, pure white "gros de Naples" - but that's not it. . . I keep walking about, trying to explain it to myself. I have been trying for the last six hours to get it clear, but still I can't think of it all as a whole. The fact is I walk to and fro, and to and fro. This is how it was. I will simply tell it in order. (Order!) Gentlemen, I am far from being a literary man and you will see that; but no matter, I'll tell it as I understand it myself. The horror of it for me is that I understand it all! It was, if you care to know, that is to take it from the beginning, that she used to come to me simply to pawn things, to pay for advertising in the VOICE to the effect that a governess was quite willing to travel, to give lessons at home, and so on, and so on. That was at...

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

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Часть текста: I am not going to lose sight of you now." "What?" Both stood still and gazed at one another, as though measuring their strength. "From all your half tipsy stories," Raskolnikov observed harshly, "I am positive that you have not given up your designs on my sister, but are pursuing them more actively than ever. I have learnt that my sister received a letter this morning. You have hardly been able to sit still all this time.... You may have unearthed a wife on the way, but that means nothing. I should like to make certain myself." Raskolnikov could hardly have said himself what he wanted and of what he wished to make certain. "Upon my word! I'll call the police!" "Call away!" Again they stood for a minute facing each other. At last Svidrigailov's face changed. Having satisfied himself that Raskolnikov was not frightened at his threat, he assumed a mirthful and friendly air. "What a fellow! I purposely refrained from referring to your affair, though I am devoured by curiosity. It's a fantastic affair. I've put it off till another time, but you're enough to rouse the dead.... Well, let us go, only I warn you beforehand I am only going home for a moment, to get some money; then I shall lock up the flat, take a cab and go to spend the evening at the Islands. Now, now are you going to follow me?" "I'm coming to your lodgings, not to see you but Sofya Semyonovna, to say I'm sorry not to have been at the funeral." "That's as you like, but Sofya Semyonovna is not at home. She has taken the three children to an old lady of high rank, the patroness of some orphan asylums, whom I used to know years ago. I charmed the old lady by depositing a sum of money with her to provide for the three children of Katerina Ivanovna and subscribing to the institution as well. I told her too the story of Sofya Semyonovna in full detail, suppressing nothing. It produced...

4. Dostoevsky. A Raw Youth (English. Подросток). Part III. Chapter XII

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Часть текста: Pavlovna at home! I at once explained everything to her--all about the "document," and every detail of what was going on at my lodgings. Though she quite understood the position, and might have fully grasped what was happening in two words, yet the explanation took us, I believe, some ten minutes. I did the talking, I put aside all shame and told her the whole truth. She sat in her chair silent and immovable, drawing herself up straight as a knitting needle, with her lips compressed, and her eyes fixed upon me, listening greedily. But when I finished she promptly jumped up from her chair, and with such impetuosity that I jumped up too. "Ach, you puppy! So you really had that letter sewn up in your pocket and it was sewn up there by that fool Marya Ivanovna! Oh, you shameless villains! So you came here to conquer hearts and take the fashionable world by storm. You wanted to revenge yourself on the devil knows who, because you're an illegitimate son, eh?" "Tatyana Pavlovna, don't dare to abuse me!" I cried. "Perhaps you in your abuse have been the cause from the very beginning of my vindictiveness here. Yes, I am an illegitimate son, and perhaps I worked to revenge myself for being an illegitimate son, and perhaps I did want to revenge myself on the devil knows who, the devil himself could scarcely find who is guilty; but remember, I've cut off all connection with these villains, and have conquered my passions. I will lay the document before her in silence and will go away without even waiting for a word from her; you'll be the witness of it!" "Give me the letter, give me the letter, lay it on the...

5. Dostoevsky. Crimen y castigo (Spanish. Преступление и наказание). Sexta parte. Capitulo V

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Часть текста: me demuestra que, lejos de haber renunciado a sus odiosos proyectos contra mi hermana, se ocupa en ellos más que nunca. Sé que esta mañana ha recibido una carta. Usted puede haber encontrado una prometida en sus vagabundeos, pero esto no quiere decir nada. Necesito convencerme por mis propios ojos. A Raskolnikof le habría sido difícil explicar qué era lo que quería ver por sí mismo. -Quiere usted que llame a la policía? -Llámela. Se detuvieron de nuevo y se miraron a la cara. Al fin, el rostro de Svidrigailof cambió de expresión. Viendo que sus amenazas no intimidaban a Raskolnikof lo más mínimo, dijo de pronto, en el tono más amistoso y alegre: -Es usted el colmo! Me he abstenido adrede de hablarle de su asunto, a pesar de que la curiosidad me devora. He dejado este tema para otro día. Pero usted es capaz de hacer perder la paciencia a un santo... Puede usted venir si quiere, pero le advierto que voy a mi casa sólo para un momento: el tiempo necesario para coger dinero. Luego cerraré la puerta y me iré a las Islas a pasar la noche. De modo que no adelantará nada viniendo conmigo. -Tengo que ir a su casa. No a su habitación, sino a la de Sonia Simonovna: quiero excusarme por no haber asistido a los funerales. -Haga usted lo que quiera. Pero le advierto que Sonia Simonovna no está en su casa. Ha ido a llevar a los huérfanos a una noble y anciana dama, conocida mía y que está al frente de varios orfelinatos. Me he captado a esta señora entregándole dinero para los tres niños de Catalina...

6. Dostoevsky. El adolecente (Spanish. Подросток). Tercera parte. Capítulo XII

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Часть текста: quien te la cosió! Ah, canalla, sinvergüenza! Entonces, para eso venías aquí, para domar los corazones, para conquistar el gran mundo, para vengarte, no importa contra quién, por ser un bastardo! -Tatiana Pavlovna - exclamé -, le prohibo que me injurie! Quizás ha sido usted, con sus injurias, desde el principio, la causa del encarnizamiento que he mostrado aquí. Sí, soy bastado y acaso haya querido en efecto vengarme de ser un bastardo, y quizás en efecto me he querido vengar en no importa quién, puesto que ni el mismo diablo podría descubrir al culpable; pero acuérdese usted de que he repudiado mi alianza con los pillos y he vencido mis pasiones. Soltaré sin decir nada el documento delante de ella y me iré, sin esperar siquiera a que me diga una palabra; usted será testigo. -Dame esa carta, dámela inmediatamente, ponla aquí en la mesa! Quién sabe si estás mintiendo? -La llevo cosida al bolsillo; fue María Ivanovna en persona quien me la cosió; y aquí, cuando me hicieron un redinjote nuevo, la saqué del vicio y la cosí yo mismo en éste; aquí está, mire, palpe, no miento. -Pues bien, dámela, sácala! - se emperraba Tatiana Pavlovna. -Por nada en el mundo, se lo repito. La depositaré delante de ella en presencia de usted, y me iré sin esperar una sola palabra. Pero es...

7. Dostoevsky. The Possessed (English. Бесы). Part III. Chapter V. A wanderer

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Часть текста: he seemed to me not himself. He told me among other things that on the evening before at nine o'clock (that is, three hours before the fire had broken out) he had been at Marya Timofyevna's. He went in the morning to look at the corpses, but as far as I know gave no evidence of any sort that morning. Meanwhile, towards the end of the day there was a perfect tempest in his soul, and. . . I think I can say with certainty that there was a moment at dusk when he wanted to get up, go out and tell everything. What that everything was, no one but he could say. Of course he would have achieved nothing, and would have simply betrayed himself. He had no proofs whatever with which to convict the perpetrators of the crime, and, indeed, he had nothing but vague conjectures to go upon, though to him they amounted to complete certainty. But he was ready to ruin himself if he could only “crush the scoundrels”—his own words. Pyotr Stepanovitch had guessed fairly correctly at this impulse in him, and he knew himself that he was risking a great deal in putting off the execution of his new awful project till next day. On his side there was, as usual, great self-confidence and contempt for all these “wretched creatures” and for Shatov in particular. He had for years despised Shatov for his “whining idiocy,” as he had expressed it in former days abroad, and he was absolutely confident that he could deal with such a guileless creature, that is, keep an eye on him all that day, and put a check on him at the first sign of danger. Yet what saved “the scoundrels” for a short time was something quite...

8. Dostoevsky. The Possessed (English. Бесы). Part III. Сhapter III. A romance ended

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Часть текста: of the hooks were undone in front she flushed, hurriedly set it right, snatched up from a chair the red shawl she had flung down when she came in the day before, and put it round her neck. Some locks of her luxuriant hair had come loose and showed below the shawl on her right shoulder. Her face looked weary and careworn. but her eyes glowed under her frowning brows. She went up to the window again and pressed her burning forehead against the cold pane. The door opened and Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch came in. “I've sent a messenger on horseback,” he said. “In ten minutes we shall hear all about it, meantime the servants say that part of the riverside quarter has been burnt down, on the right side of the bridge near the quay. It's been burning since eleven o'clock; now the fire is going down.” He did not go near the window, but stood three steps behind her; she did not turn towards him. “It ought to have been light an hour ago by the calendar, and it's still almost night,” she said irritably. “'Calendars always tell lies,'” he observed with a polite smile, but, a little ashamed; he made haste to add: “It's dull to live by the calendar, Liza.” And he relapsed into silence, vexed at the ineptitude of the second sentence. Liza gave a wry smile. “You are in such a melancholy mood that you cannot even find words to speak to me. But you need not trouble, there's a point in what you said. I always live by the calendar. Every step I take is regulated by the calendar. Does that surprise you?” She turned quickly from the window and sat down in a low chair....

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

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Часть текста: 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 palabra por el camino. Se puso en seguida a buscar algo, pero viendo de pronto un espejo, se detuvo y se miró fijamente un minuto largo. Noté aquella singularidad (no he hecho más que acordarme demasiado de todo aquello, más tarde), pero me sentía triste y muy turbado. No tenía fuerzas para concentrarme. Por un instante, experimenté el deseo súbito de marcharme y de abandonarlo todo allí para siempre. De qué se trataba en el fondo? No era una preocupación ficticia la que yo me estaba proporcionando? Me...

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

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Часть текста: 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,...

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