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sadeyedlady-writes · 1 month
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Undoubtedly the worst thing about Fyodor Pavlovich is that there is absolutely nothing which he holds as sacred, holy, untouchable, worthy of reverence or respect. Everything is a joke to him.
The very worst way this is exemplified is his alleged (but come on, we all know it was him) crime against the “holy fool” Lizaveta Smerdyashchaya, which for him was yet another distasteful joke. Lizaveta’s innocence and vulnerability are recognised by the community of Skotoprigonyevsk, both young and old, and we are given paragraphs and paragraphs to show how she is widely adored by the townspeople and how attempts are made to shelter, protect, and care for her.
When Fyodor Pavlovich violates her, he violates something that the community holds as sacred.
That, to me, is the core difference between someone like him and someone like Mitya. Even though Mitya has done a lot of “dirty things” and may on the surface appear to be following in his father’s footsteps, his heart is a noble one, or at least one with noble intentions. One that is filled with reverence and genuine emotion and a hatred for what is abhorrent—even when he himself is doing things that are abhorrent.
And even though we can fully understand his hatred of his father for his loathsomely mocking, irreverent, dishonourable, ignoble attitude toward everything, once his father is dead, he still feels sorry for that hatred. He still regrets the relationship he never had with the father who neglected him as a child and possibly swindled him as a young man. That alone speaks to the kind of heart that he has.
“It is a noble man you are speaking with, a most noble person; above all—do not lose sight of this—a man who has done a world of mean things, but who always was and remained a most noble person, as a person, inside, in his depths, well, in short, I don't know how to say it ... This is precisely what has tormented me all my life, that I thirsted for nobility, that I was, so to speak, a sufferer for nobility, seeking it with a lantern, Diogenes’ lantern, and meanwhile all my life I've been doing only dirty things, as we all do, gentlemen ... I mean, me alone, gentlemen, not all but me alone, I made a mistake, me alone, alone ... ! Gentlemen, my head aches,” he winced with pain. “You see, gentlemen, I did not like his appearance, it was somehow dishonorable, boastful, trampling on all that's holy, mockery and unbelief, loathsome, loathsome! But now that he's dead, I think differently.”
“How differently?”
“Not differently, but I'm sorry I hated him so much.”
“You feel repentant?”
“No, not really repentant, don't write that down. I'm not good myself, gentlemen, that's the thing, I'm not so beautiful myself, and therefore I had no right to consider him repulsive, that's the thing. Perhaps you can write that down.”
- The Brothers Karamazov, 3.9.3 (Pevear & Volokhonsky translation)
There is no beauty to be found in anything about Fyodor Pavlovich, and though Mitya contests that the same is true of himself, I argue differently. There is something beautiful in the struggle of an imperfect human toward nobility, despite being doomed to always fall short. To again and again slip into one’s baser impulses, and yet again and again stand back up and trudge onwards.
Both are human, but Fyodor Pavlovich is all of the very worst things about humanity, while Mitya is the worst things mingled with much of the very best.
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barrettaenergetica · 1 year
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«Il sognatore è sempre difficile da sopportare, perché è instabile fino al limite estremo: ora è troppo allegro, ora invece troppo incupito, ora è villano, ora pieno d'affetto e premure, ora egoista, ora capace di sentimenti nobilissimi.»
- Fëdor Dostoevskij, La cronaca di Pietroburgo
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La cosa migliore sarebbe di non recitare nessuna parte, ma di mostrare il proprio volto, non è vero? non c’è maggiore astuzia che di mostrare il proprio volto, perché nessuno ci crede.
Fedor Dostoevskij
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rodjanikov · 5 months
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In my Raskolnikov era (broke, sick and delusional)
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therefore-farewell · 6 months
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Dostoevskij
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flavio-milani00 · 1 year
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Colui che genera un figlio non è ancora un padre, un padre è colui che genera un figlio e se ne rende degno.
Fedor Dostoevskij
Auguri a tutti i Papà, quelli veri però.
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libriaco · 1 year
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Auguri!
Non vi auguro molta felicità: vi verrebbe a noia; non vi auguro nemmeno del male; ma, secondo la filosofia popolare, ripeto semplicemente: «Vivete molto» e cercate in qualche maniera di non annoiarvi troppo.
F. Dostoevskij, [Бесы - Besy, 1871], I demonî, Torino, Einaudi, 2014 [Trad. A. Polledro]
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wotchergiorgia · 1 year
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fydor dostoevsky, the adolescent
[text ID: never mind a little dirt, if the goal is splendid! afterwards it will all be washed away, smoothed over. and now it’s only―breadth, it’s only―life, it’s only―life’s truth―that’s what they call it now!]
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popolodipekino · 4 months
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impegni
-E non me lo rinfaccerai mai? -Non lo rinfaccerò. -Eh, via, bada, non prendere impegni per tutta la vita! da F. Dostoevskij, L'idiota
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schizografia · 5 months
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Signori, mi tormentano dei problemi; risolveteli per me. Per esempio volete far perdere all’uomo le sue vecchie abitudini e correggere la sua volontà, in conformità alle esigenze della scienza e del buon senso. Ma come fate a sapere che l’uomo non soltanto possa, ma debba essere trasformato così? Da che cosa evincete che sia così necessario correggere la volontà umana? […] Ammettiamo pure che sia una legge della logica, ma forse non è affatto una legge dell’umanità. Pensate che io sia folle? Permettete di spiegarmi. Ne convengo: l’uomo è un animale essenzialmente creatore, condannato a tendere coscientemente all’obiettivo e a praticare l’arte dell’ingegneria, cioè a tracciare una strada eternamente, non importa verso quale direzione. Ma vuole ogni tanto svicolare via, forse perché è condannato a tracciare quella strada, e anche perché, per quanto stupido sia in generale l’uomo immediato, l’uomo d’azione, gli accade tuttavia di pensare che la strada conduce non importa dove, e che l’essenziale non sia la sua direzione, ma soltanto la sua esistenza; e che un figlio accorto, disdegnando l’arte dell’ingegneria, non si abbandoni a un ozio funesto, il quale, come si sa, è il padre di tutti i vizi. All’uomo piace costruire e tracciare le strade, è indubbio. Ma com’è che gli piace anche appassionatamente la distruzione e il caos? Ditemelo! Ma a tal proposito voglio dire ulteriori due parole anch’io. Se ama tanto la distruzione e il caos (poiché è indubbio che talvolta gli piaccia molto) non sarà perché teme istintivamente di raggiungere il fine e di completare l’edificio che ha cominciato? Che cosa potete saperne? Forse quell’edificio gli piace solo da lontano e non da vicino; forse gli piace soltanto costruirlo e non viverci: e preferisce assegnarlo agli animali domestici, come le formiche, i montoni, e via dicendo
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abatelunare · 11 months
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Non dico che fossimo perversi; tutti quei giovani in fondo erano buoni, ma si comportavano in maniera abominevole, e io peggio di tutti (Fëdor Michajlovic Dostoevskij, I fratelli Karamazov).
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princessofmistake · 2 months
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La gente spesso parla di crudeltà “bestiale” dell’uomo, ma questo è terribilmente ingiusto e offensivo per le bestie: un animale non potrebbe mai essere crudele quanto un uomo, crudele in maniera così artistica e creativa.
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lullabyweb · 1 year
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Mi tormentava allora un’altra circostanza, il fatto che nessuno mi somigliava e io non somigliavo a nessuno. Io sono solo, e loro sono tutti.
- Fedor Dostoevskij, Memorie dal sottosuolo
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girlartemisia · 14 days
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I am looking forward to summer but gosh I need winter so I can re-read the karamazov brothers......
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acheittilyoumakeit · 2 months
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13 Moons Reading Challenge 2024
Snow Moon
Update of this moon's prompts of @readnburied reading challenge!
Reading goal for now — Partial Lunar Eclipse: 26 books
The word White in the title: White Nights (Le notti bianche), by Fëdor Dostoevskij.  ☆☆☆☆ I loved it. The day I finished this book, I cried. It was a couple of days ago, at the end of a particularly tiring day. I haven't been in a nice place lately, mentally speaking, and in the last few days I felt it all way too much. I related to the main character in a twisted but profound way - and yes I'm aware of all the motives that make this book "old", nonetheless, I couldn't help it. In my way of thinking, if a book moves something inside of me, it's just a really good book. I regret to inform y'all that this'll go straight to my faves (just like every Dostoevskij's book I've read, I see a pattern).
Read a book while drinking a hot beverage/read a book while burning a candle: Death with Interruptions (Le intermittenze della morte), by José Saramago. ☆☆☆☆ This book was so easy to read and so enterteining. It offers a lot of food for thought, without being too complex ever. I liked the humor of the author so much, it makes everything lighter than it seems. I was afraid it got too weird at some point, but in the end it didn't, so I really liked the ending. A light but reflective reading, with some really poetic moments. Recommended!
I'll leave here the Italian covers, since I've read these two in italian.
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flavio-milani00 · 4 months
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"Io sono solo, e loro invece sono tutti."
Fedor Dostoevsky - Memorie dal sottosuolo
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