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Dostoevsky Brothers Karamazov
Dostoevsky Brothers Karamazov
By Fyodor Dostoevsky
Book I
Fyodor Pavlovitch
Karamazov
Elders
An Unfortunate Gathering
Peasant Women
Who Have Faith
So Be It! So Be It!
The Sensualists
Lizaveta
The Confession of a
Passionate Heart — in Verse
The Confession of
a Passionate Heart
— In Anecdote
‘I was leading a wild life then. Father said just now that I
spent several thousand roubles in seducing young girls.
That’s a swinish invention, and there was nothing of the
sort. And if there was, I didn’t need money simply for that.
With me money is an accessory, the overflow of my heart,
the framework. To-day she would be my lady, to-morrow
a wench out of the streets in her place. I entertained them
both. I threw away money by the handful on music, riot-
ing, and Gypsies. Sometimes I gave it to the ladies, too, for
they’ll take it greedily, that must be admitted, and be pleased
and thankful for it. Ladies used to be fond of me: not all of
them, but it happened, it happened. But I always liked side-
paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road — there
one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in
the dirt. I am speaking figuratively, brother. In the town I
was in, there were no such back-alleys in the literal sense,
The Confession of
a Passionate Heart
— ‘Heels Up”
Smerdyakov
The Controversy
The Sensualists
Both Together
Book IV
Lacerations
Father Ferapont
At His Father’s
At the Hohlakovs’
A Laceration in the
Drawing-Room
The Engagement
Rebellion
The Duel
Conversations and
Exhortations of
Father Zossima
Book VII
Alyosha
A Critical Moment
An Onion
Cana of Galilee
Mitya
Kuzma Samsonov
Lyagavy
Gold Mines
In the Dark
A Sudden Resolution
“I Am Coming, Too!’
Delirium
W
wine.
HAT followed was almost an orgy, a feast to which
all were welcome. Grushenka was the first to call for
The Preliminary
Investigation
The Alarm
The Prosecutor
Catches Mitya
‘G
own.’
ENTLEMEN,’ he began, still in the same agitation, ‘I
want to make a full confession: that money was my
Book X
The Boys
Kolya Krassotkin
Children
The Schoolboy
By Ilusha’s Bedside
Precocity
Ilusha
Ivan
At Grushenka’s
A Little Demon
T HIS was the third time that Ivan had been to see
Smerdyakov since his return from Moscow. The first
time he had seen him and talked to him was on the first day
of his arrival, then he had visited him once more, a fort-
night later. But his visits had ended with that second one, so
that it was now over a month since he had seen him. And he
had scarcely heard anything of him.
Ivan had only returned five days after his father’s death,
so that he was not present at the funeral, which took place
the day before he came back. The cause of his delay was that
Alyosha, not knowing his Moscow address, had to apply to
Katerina Ivanovna to telegraph to him, and she, not know-
ing his address either, telegraphed to her sister and aunt,
reckoning on Ivan’s going to see them as soon as he arrived
in Moscow. But he did not go to them till four days after his
arrival. When he got the telegram, he had, of course, set off
post-haste to our town. The first to meet him was Alyosha,
and Ivan was greatly surprised to find that, in opposition
A Judicial Error
Dangerous Witnesses
A Sudden Catastrophe
I MAY note that he had been called before Alyosha. But the
usher of the court announced to the President that, owing
to an attack of illness or some sort of fit, the witness could
not appear at the moment, but was ready to give his evi-
dence as soon as he recovered. But no one seemed to have
heard it and it only came out later.
His entrance was for the first moment almost unnoticed.
The principal witnesses, especially the two rival ladies, had
already been questioned. Curiosity was satisfied for the
time; the public was feeling almost fatigued. Several more
witnesses were still to be heard, who probably had little in-
formation to give after all that had been given. Time was
passing. Ivan walked up with extraordinary slowness, look-
ing at no one, and with his head bowed, as though plunged
in gloomy thought. He was irreproachably dressed, but
his face made a painful impression, on me at least: there
was an earthy look in it, a look like a dying man’s. His eyes
were lustreless; he raised them and looked slowly round the
court. Alyosha jumped up from his seat and moaned ‘Ah!’ I
remember that, but it was hardly noticed.
An Historical Survey
A Treatise on Smerdyakov
The Galloping
Troika. The End of the
Prosecutor’s Speech
A Corrupter of Thought
H E really was late. They had waited for him and had al-
ready decided to bear the pretty flower-decked little
coffin to the church without him. It was the coffin of poor
little Ilusha. He had died two days after Mitya was sen-
tenced. At the gate of the house Alyosha was met by the
shouts of the boys, Ilusha’s schoolfellows. They had all been
impatiently expecting him and were glad that he had come
at last. There were about twelve of them, they all had their
school-bags or satchels on their shoulders. ‘Father will cry,
be with father,’ Ilusha had told them as he lay dying, and
the boys remembered it. Kolya Krassotkin was the foremost
of them.
‘How glad I am you’ve come, Karamazov!’ he cried,
holding out his hand to Alyosha. ‘It’s awful here. It’s really
horrible to see it. Snegiryov is not drunk, we know for a fact
he’s had nothing to drink to-day, but he seems as if he were
drunk... I am always manly, but this is awful. Karamazov, if
I am not keeping you, one question before you go in?’
THE END