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Fyodor Dostoyevsky: Painted portrait by Vasily PerovPainted portrait by Vasily PerovVasily Perov; Google Art Project reproduction · Public domain

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Life dates: 1821 AD — 1881 AD

Dostoyevsky’s arguments change with speaker and circumstance. Read Razumihin’s excited defence of independent mistakes beside the narrator’s account of possible renewal, keeping Garnett’s English wording and the scene in view.

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The catalogue identifies Fyodor Dostoyevsky and gives his lifetime as 1821–1881. It credits Constance Garnett with the English translation; the linked text repeats that credit before a biographical introduction and the novel. The introduction must remain distinct from the characters and narrator. Digital credits name John Bickers, Dagny and David Widger. The checked record does not identify the underlying printed edition or publisher. This profile binds the existing Dostoyevsky-labelled identity and selected passages only; it does not merge other spelling labels or fill their unknown quotation dates.

In Part III, Chapter I, Razumihin excitedly defends making one’s own mistakes while escorting Raskolnikov’s mother and sister. His forceful speech and their responses belong to a particular social exchange, not a licence to act carelessly. Epilogue II then describes Raskolnikov feeling a possible change before he can analyse it, with Sonia and a New Testament in the surrounding scene. Both complete selected English extracts match the checked Garnett text under limited normalization. The ending suggests renewal within the novel; it does not guarantee recovery or erase responsibility for harm.

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Read Part III, Chapter I with its listeners and their responses, then the final section of the epilogue with its religious setting. Distinguish Razumihin’s speech from the narrator’s account of Raskolnikov. Both selected complete English extracts match this Garnett text under punctuation, case and spacing comparison. Other attribution spellings and unknown archive dates remain separate and unchanged.

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10c. 1851 AD
....I don't want harmony. From love for humanity I don't want it. I would rather be left with the unavenged suffering. I would rather remain with my unavenged suffering and unsatisfied indignation, even if I were wrong. Besides, too high a price is asked for harmony; it's beyond our means to pay so much to enter on it. And so I hasten to give back my entrance ticket, and if I am an honest man I am bound to give it back as soon as possible. And that I am doing. It's not God that I don't accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return him the ticket."-Ivan Karamazov
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17c. 1851 AD
Oh, with my pathetic, earthly, Euclidean mind, I know only that there is suffering, that none are to blame, that all things follow simply and directly from one another, that everything flows and finds its level - but that is all just Euclidean gibberish, of course I know that, and of course I cannot consent to live by it! What do I care that none are to blame and that I know it - I need retribution, otherwise I will destroy myself. And retribution not somewhere and sometime in infinity, but here and now, on earth, so that I see it myself. I have believed, and I want to see for myself, and if I am dead by that time, let them resurrect me, because it will be too unfair if it all takes place without me. Is it possible that I've suffered so that I, together with my evil deeds and sufferings, should be manure for someone's future harmony? I want to see with my own eyes the hind lie down with the lion, and the murdered man rise up and embrace his murderer. I want to be there when everyone suddenly finds out what it was all for.
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19c. 1851 AD
‎Kalganov ran back into the front hall, sat down in a corner, bent his head, covered his face with his hands, and began to cry. He sat like that and cried for a long time--cried as though he were still a little boy and not a man of twenty... 'What are these people, what sort of people can there be after this!' he kept exclaiming incoherently, in bitter dejection, almost in despair. At that moment he did not even want to live in the world. 'Is it worth it, is it worth it!' the grieved young man kept exclaiming.
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21c. 1851 AD
All of a sudden I became aware of a little star in one of those patches and I began looking at it intently. That was because the little star gave me an idea: I made up my mind to kill myself that night. I had made up my mind to kill myself already two months before and, poor as I am, I bought myself an excellent revolver and loaded it the same day. But two months had elapsed and it was still lying in the drawer. I was so utterly indifferent to everything that I was anxious to wait for the moment when I would not be so indifferent and then kill myself. Why -- I don't know.
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23c. 1851 AD
Now life is given in exchange for pain and fear, and that's the basis of the whole deception. Now man is still not what he should be. There will e a new man, happy and proud. Whoever doesn't care whether he lives or doesn't live, he himself will be God. And that other God will no longer be.''So, that other God does exist, in your opinion?''He doesn't exist, but he does exist. In the stone there' no pain, but in the fear of the stone there is pain. God is the pain of the fear of death. Whoever conquers pain and fear will himself become God.
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24c. 1851 AD
I suddenly felt that it was all the same to me whether the world existed or whether there had never been anything at all: I began to feel with all my being that there was nothing existing. At first I fancied that many things had existed in the past, but afterwards I guessed that there never had been anything in the past either, but that it had only seemed so for some reason. Little by little I guessed that there would be nothing in the future either. Then I left off being angry with people and almost ceased to notice them. Indeed this showed itself even in the pettiest trifles: I used, for instance, to knock against people in the street. And not so much from being lost in thought: what had I to think about? I had almost given up thinking by that time; nothing mattered to me. If at least I had solved my problems! Oh, I had not settled one of them, and how many there were! But I gave up caring about anything, and all the problems disappeared.
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