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    Tales of Dostoyevsky
    Tales of Dostoyevsky
    Tales of Dostoyevsky
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    Tales of Dostoyevsky

    By Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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    This captivating volume presents a collection of Dostoyevsky's tales, inviting readers to explore the universal truths and profound insights embedded within his narratives. From the intriguing moral complexities of "An Honest Thief" to the enchanting symbolism of "The Heavenly Christmas Tree," and the poignant depiction of rural life in "The Peasant Marey," these stories showcase the breadth of Dostoyevsky's literary mastery. With his keen understanding of the human psyche, Dostoyevsky delves into the complexities of human nature, illuminating the inner struggles, desires, and moral dilemmas that define our existence. Through his tales, readers are transported to a world where the human condition is laid bare, inviting introspection and reflection on the timeless themes of morality, redemption, and the depths of the human soul.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInteractive Media
    Release dateMar 15, 2016
    ISBN9781911263326
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    Fyodor Dostoyevsky

    Fyodor Dostoevsky was born in Moscow in 1821. Between 1838 and 1843 he studied at the St Petersburg Engineering Academy. His first work of fiction was the epistolary novel Poor Folk (1846), which met with a generally favourable response. However, his immediately subsequent works were less enthusiastically received. In 1849 Dostoevsky was arrested as a member of the socialist Petrashevsky circle, and subjected to a mock execution. He suffered four years in a Siberian penal settlement and then another four years of enforced military service. He returned to writing in the late 1850s and travelled abroad in the 1860s. It was during the last twenty years of his life that he wrote the iconic works, such as Notes from the Underground (1864), Crime and Punishment (1866), The Idiot (1868) and The Brothers Karamazov (1880), which were to form the basis of his formidable reputation. He died in 1881.

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      Published by Sovereign Classic

      This Edition

      First published in 2016

      Copyright © 2016 Sovereign Classic

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      AN HONEST THIEF

      One morning, just as I was about to set off to my office, Agrafena, my cook, washerwoman and housekeeper, came in to me and, to my surprise, entered into conversation.

      She had always been such a silent, simple creature that, except her daily inquiry about dinner, she had not uttered a word for the last six years. I, at least, had heard nothing else from her.

      Here I have come in to have a word with you, sir, she began abruptly; you really ought to let the little room.

      Which little room?

      Why, the one next the kitchen, to be sure.

      What for?

      What for? Why because folks do take in lodgers, to be sure.

      But who would take it?

      Who would take it? Why, a lodger would take it, to be sure.

      But, my good woman, one could not put a bedstead in it; there wouldn’t be room to move! Who could live in it?

      Who wants to live there! As long as he has a place to sleep in. Why, he would live in the window.

      In what window?

      In what window! As though you didn’t know! The one in the passage, to be sure. He would sit there, sewing or doing anything else. Maybe he would sit on a chair, too. He’s got a chair; and he has a table, too; he’s got everything.

      Who is ‘he’ then?

      Oh, a good man, a man of experience. I will cook for him. And I’ll ask him three roubles a month for his board and lodging.

      After prolonged efforts I succeeded at last in learning from Agrafena that an elderly man had somehow managed to persuade her to admit him into the kitchen as a lodger and boarder. Any notion Agrafena took into her head had to be carried out; if not, I knew she would give me no peace. When anything was not to her liking, she at once began to brood, and sank into a deep dejection that would last for a fortnight or three weeks. During that period my dinners were spoiled, my linen was mislaid, my floors went unscrubbed; in short, I had a great deal to put up with. I had observed long ago that this inarticulate woman was incapable of conceiving a project, of originating an idea of her own. But if anything like a notion or a project was by some means put into her feeble brain, to prevent its being carried out meant, for a time, her moral assassination. And so, as I cared more for my peace of mind than for anything else, I consented forthwith.

      Has he a passport anyway, or something of the sort?

      To be sure, he has. He is a good man, a man of experience; three roubles he’s promised to pay.

      The very next day the new lodger made his appearance in my modest bachelor quarters; but I was not put

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