Book: Crime and punishment. Page 1

Rarely where there are so many gloomy, harsh and strange influences on the soul of man as in Petersburg.

What is "noble"? I don't understand such expressions in the sense of determining the human activities. "Noble", "generous" - all this nonsense, absurdities, old predrassudki words that I deny! I understand only one word: useful!

If two intelligent man, not too familiar between them, but, so to speak, each other respect, this is how we with you, together, that half an hour can not find a topic of conversation - stiffen each other, sit and mutually confused. We all have topics of conversation in women, for example, a secular, for example, a higher tone, always have a conversation topic, C'est de rigueur, and neuter people, as we all shyly and taciturn... thinking that is.

I agree that ghosts are just sick, but that only proves that ghosts are unable to appear except to the sick, not the fact that they don't exist.

In short, I deduce that all, not that great, but a little off track outgoing people, that is barely even able to say something new, should, by its very nature, to be criminals, more or less, of course.

Known view: crime is a protest against the abnormality of social order - and only, and nothing else, and no reason is no longer permitted - and nothing!..

Power needed: without power nothing will; but the power necessary to produce force is the same, this is what they do not know.

Oh, those grumpy! Principles!.. and all of you on the principles, on springs; to turn on their own did not dare; and in my opinion, a good man - that principle.

And so always these Schiller lovely shower happens: until the last moment clothe man in Paulinia feathers, until the last moment for good and not for evil hope; and though I foresee the turnover of the coin, but never give up yourself in advance of the real word can't pronounce it; they cringe from the thoughts of one; both hands wave away from the truth, until then, until the painted man their own nose will not stick.

He walked on without resting. He had a terrible longing for some distraction, but he didn't know what to do and what to do. One new, overwhelming sensation possessed him more and more almost every minute: it was some endless, almost physical aversion to everything seen and outside, resistant, angry, hateful. He was nasty all met ugly were their faces, gait, movement. Just spit on someone, bit would you think if someone asked him that...

A long time ago as it originated in a whole of the present a longing was growing, accumulates and recently matured and concentrated, taking the form of a terrible, wild, and fantastic question, which tortured his heart and mind, irresistibly demanding resolution.

You me and without wine drunk. Drunk I, Rodka!

... I talk too much. Because doing nothing that chatter. Perhaps, however, and so: I chatter because I do nothing.

Sick dreams are different are often extraordinary vypuklosti, brightness and extraordinary closeness to reality. Sometimes the picture is terrible, but the decor and the whole process of the entire presentation are at the same before likely with such a subtle, unexpected but artistically appropriate the fullness of the picture details that they did not in reality invent this same dreamer, whether it is the same artist like Pushkin or Turgenev. Such dreams, morbid dreams, are always long in the memory and produce a strong impression on the frustrated and already excited organism of the person.