PROJECT ASHABI
African Stories. Limitless Worlds.
PROJECT ASHABI
African Stories. Limitless Worlds.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Three brothers of vastly different temperaments—spiritual Alyosha, intellectual Ivan, and passionate Dmitri—confront parricide and faith.
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Part I Book I. The History Of A Family Chapter I. Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov Chapter II. He Gets Rid Of His Eldest Son Chapter III. The Second Marriage And The Second Family Chapter IV. The Third Son, Alyosha Chapter V. Elders Book II. An Unfortunate Gathering Chapter I. They Arrive At The Monastery Chapter II. The Old Buffoon Chapter III. Peasant Women Who Have Faith Chapter IV. A Lady Of Little Faith Chapter V. So Be It! So Be It! Chapter VI. Why Is Such A Man Alive? Chapter VII. A Young Man Bent On A Career Chapter VIII. The Scandalous Scene Book III. The Sensualists Chapter I. In The Servants’ Quarters Chapter II. Lizaveta Chapter III. The Confession Of A Passionate Heart—In Verse Chapter IV. The Confession Of A Passionate Heart—In Anecdote Chapter V. The Confession Of A Passionate Heart—“Heels Up” Chapter VI. Smerdyakov Chapter VII. The Controversy Chapter VIII. Over The Brandy Chapter IX. The Sensualists Chapter X. Both Together Chapter XI. Another Reputation Ruined
Part II Book IV. Lacerations Chapter I. Father Ferapont Chapter II. At His Father’s Chapter III. A Meeting With The Schoolboys Chapter IV. At The Hohlakovs’ Chapter V. A Laceration In The Drawing-Room Chapter VI. A Laceration In The Cottage Chapter VII. And In The Open Air Book V. Pro And Contra Chapter I. The Engagement Chapter II. Smerdyakov With A Guitar Chapter III. The Brothers Make Friends Chapter IV. Rebellion Chapter V. The Grand Inquisitor Chapter VI. For Awhile A Very Obscure One Chapter VII. “It’s Always Worth While Speaking To A Clever Man” Book VI. The Russian Monk Chapter I. Father Zossima And His Visitors Chapter II. The Duel Chapter III. Conversations And Exhortations Of Father Zossima
Part III Book VII. Alyosha Chapter I. The Breath Of Corruption Chapter II. A Critical Moment Chapter III. An Onion Chapter IV. Cana Of Galilee Book VIII. Mitya Chapter I. Kuzma Samsonov Chapter II. Lyagavy Chapter III. Gold-Mines Chapter IV. In The Dark Chapter V. A Sudden Resolution Chapter VI. “I Am Coming, Too!” Chapter VII. The First And Rightful Lover Chapter VIII. Delirium Book IX. The Preliminary Investigation Chapter I. The Beginning Of Perhotin’s Official Career Chapter II. The Alarm Chapter III. The Sufferings Of A Soul, The First Ordeal Chapter IV. The Second Ordeal Chapter V. The Third Ordeal Chapter VI. The Prosecutor Catches Mitya Chapter VII. Mitya’s Great Secret. Received With Hisses Chapter VIII. The Evidence Of The Witnesses. The Babe Chapter IX. They Carry Mitya Away
Part IV Book X. The Boys Chapter I. Kolya Krassotkin Chapter II. Children Chapter III. The Schoolboy Chapter IV. The Lost Dog Chapter V. By Ilusha’s Bedside Chapter VI. Precocity Chapter VII. Ilusha Book XI. Ivan Chapter I. At Grushenka’s Chapter II. The Injured Foot Chapter III. A Little Demon Chapter IV. A Hymn And A Secret Chapter V. Not You, Not You! Chapter VI. The First Interview With Smerdyakov Chapter VII. The Second Visit To Smerdyakov Chapter VIII. The Third And Last Interview With Smerdyakov Chapter IX. The Devil. Ivan’s Nightmare Chapter X. “It Was He Who Said That” Book XII. A Judicial Error Chapter I. The Fatal Day Chapter II. Dangerous Witnesses Chapter III. The Medical Experts And A Pound Of Nuts Chapter IV. Fortune Smiles On Mitya Chapter V. A Sudden Catastrophe Chapter VI. The Prosecutor’s Speech. Sketches Of Character Chapter VII. An Historical Survey Chapter VIII. A Treatise On Smerdyakov Chapter IX. The Galloping Troika. The End Of The Prosecutor’s Speech. Chapter X. The Speech For The Defense. An Argument That Cuts Both Ways Chapter XI. There Was No Money. There Was No Robbery Chapter XII. And There Was No Murder Either Chapter XIII. A Corrupter Of Thought Chapter XIV. The Peasants Stand Firm
Epilogue Chapter I. Plans For Mitya’s Escape Chapter II. For A Moment The Lie Becomes Truth Chapter III. Ilusha’s Funeral. The Speech At The Stone
Chapter I. Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov
Alexey Fyodorovitch Karamazov was the third son of Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, a land owner well known in our district in his own day, and still remembered among us owing to his gloomy and tragic death, which happened thirteen years ago, and which I shall describe in its proper place. For the present I will only say that this “landowner”—for so we used to call him, although he hardly spent a day of his life on his own estate—was a strange type, yet one pretty frequently to be met with, a type abject and vicious and at the same time senseless. But he was one of those senseless persons who are very well capable of looking after their worldly affairs, and, apparently, after nothing else. Fyodor Pavlovitch, for instance, began with next to nothing; his estate was of the smallest; he ran to dine at other men’s tables, and fastened on them as a toady, yet at his death it appeared that he had a hundred thousand roubles in hard cash. At the same time, he was all his life one of the most senseless, fantastical fellows in the whole district. I repeat, it was not stupidity—the majority of these fantastical fellows are shrewd and intelligent enough—but just senselessness, and a peculiar national form of it.
He was married twice, and had three sons, the eldest, Dmitri, by his first wife, and two, Ivan and Alexey, by his second. Fyodor Pavlovitch’s first wife, Adelaïda Ivanovna, belonged to a fairly rich and distinguished noble family, also landowners in our district, the Miüsovs. How it came to pass that an heiress, who was also a beauty, and moreover one of those vigorous, intelligent girls, so common in this generation, but sometimes also to be found in the last, could have married such a worthless, puny weakling, as we all called him, I won’t attempt to explain. I knew a young lady of the last “romantic” generation who after some years of an enigmatic passion for a gentleman, whom she might quite easily have married at any moment, invented insuperable obstacles to their union, and ended by throwing herself one stormy night into a rather deep and rapid river from a high bank, almost a precipice, and so perished, entirely to satisfy her own caprice, and to be like Shakespeare’s Ophelia. Indeed, if this precipice, a chosen and favorite spot of hers, had been less picturesque, if there had been a prosaic flat bank in its place, most likely the suicide would never have taken place. This is a fact, and probably there have been not a few similar instances in the last two or three generations. Adelaïda Ivanovna Miüsov’s action was similarly, no doubt, an echo of other people’s ideas, and was due to the irritation caused by lack of mental freedom. She wanted, perhaps, to show her feminine independence, to override class distinctions and the despotism of her family. And a pliable imagination persuaded her, we must suppose, for a brief moment, that Fyodor Pavlovitch, in spite of his parasitic position, was one of the bold and ironical spirits of that progressive epoch, though he was, in fact, an ill-natured buffoon and nothing more. What gave the marriage piquancy was that it was preceded by an elopement, and this greatly captivated Adelaïda Ivanovna’s fancy. Fyodor Pavlovitch’s position at the time made him specially eager for any such enterprise, for he was passionately anxious to make a career in one way or another. To attach himself to a good family and obtain a dowry was an alluring prospect. As for mutual love it did not exist apparently, either in the bride or in him, in spite of Adelaïda Ivanovna’s beauty. This was, perhaps, a unique case of the kind in the life of Fyodor Pavlovitch, who was always of a voluptuous temper, and ready to run after any petticoat on the slightest encouragement. She seems to have been the only woman who made no particular appeal to his senses.
Arthur Conan Doyle
