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All Dostoïevsky is in his phrase: "There are no ugly women" put in the mouth of the senile, debauched Karamazov, a companion portrait to Balzac's Baron Hulot. His love for women has a pathological cast. His young girls discuss unpleasant matters.
After the first inevitable inquiries and warnings, Nikolay Parfenovitch asked her, hesitating a little, but preserving the most courteous manner, on what terms she was with the retired lieutenant, Dmitri Fyodorovitch Karamazov. To this Grushenka firmly and quietly replied: “He was an acquaintance.
He turned to Mitya, and delivered himself in a loud, firm, dignified voice: “Ex-Lieutenant Karamazov, it is my duty to inform you that you are charged with the murder of your father, Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, perpetrated this night....” He said something more, and the prosecutor, too, put in something, but though Mitya heard them he did not understand them. He stared at them all with wild eyes.
Do you know, I simply wonder at you, Alyosha, how you can have kept your purity. You’re a Karamazov too, you know! In your family sensuality is carried to a disease. But now, these three sensualists are watching one another, with their knives in their belts. The three of them are knocking their heads together, and you may be the fourth.” “You are mistaken about that woman.
But he assures us himself that a month before, at a critical and exciting moment, he had halved his money and sewn it up in a little bag. And though that was not true, as we shall prove directly, it shows the idea was a familiar one to Karamazov, he had contemplated it. Two extremes, gentlemen of the jury, remember that Karamazov can contemplate two extremes and both at once.
And then he would have looked at this last note, and have said to himself, ‘It’s really not worth while to give back one hundred; let’s spend that, too!’ That’s how the real Dmitri Karamazov, as we know him, would have behaved. One cannot imagine anything more incongruous with the actual fact than this legend of the little bag. Nothing could be more inconceivable.
And as for a greater than Balzac Stendhal his scorn of technique was notorious. Stendhal was capable of writing, in a masterpiece: "By the way I ought to have told you earlier that the Duchess !" And as for a greater than either Balzac or Stendhal Dostoievsky what a hasty, amorphous lump of gold is the sublime, the unapproachable Brothers Karamazov!
Shattered by what had happened with Mitya, she rushed on Ivan’s return to meet him as her one salvation. She was hurt, insulted and humiliated in her feelings. But the sternly virtuous girl did not abandon herself altogether to the man she loved, in spite of the Karamazov violence of his passions and the great fascination he had for her.
Grushenka in The Brothers Karamazov is another woman of the demoniac type to which Nastasia belongs. The border-land of puberty is a favourite theme with the Russian writer. He is half cracked and an epileptic, but is one of the most lovable young men in fiction.
But, a strange thing, he was interested in Greek. He had bought the works of Euripides and Aeschylus in the Loeb Library, and he thought them "thundering good." He had never read a word of any Russian author. "Never Anna? Never War and Peace? Never Karamazov? Never Tchehov?" No, never. Bohun gave him up. It should be obvious enough then that they hailed their approaching separation with relief.
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