Character: Prince Myshkin. Page 1

Here think I am an idiot, and I'm still smart, and they have no clue.

And prison can be a huge life to find.

Why we can never just learn about the other, when it is necessary, when this other is to blame!..

Think about it: if, for instance, torture; the suffering and wounds, bodily flour, and, therefore, from all this mental pain is distracting, so only wounds and tormented, all the way until they die. But the chief, the strongest pain may not be in the wounds, but that's probably know that in an hour, then ten minutes, then after half a minute, then now, now - the soul will leave your body, and that man will no longer be and that really must; it's what I think.

But is it possible?
- Absolutely and in the highest degree impossible, but certainly it should be.

And I still stand behind the donkey: the donkey is a good and useful man.

Why awaken from the dream and is going into reality, you feel almost every time, and sometimes with extraordinary power of impression that you leave along with sleep is something unsolved for you? You grinning at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the interweaving of these absurdities is a thought, but the idea is valid, something belonging to your true life, something that exists and always existed in your heart; like you were told in your dream something new, prophetic, that you expect; an impression so strong, it's joyful or painful, but what is it and what was said to you - all of this you can neither understand nor remember.

Oh, what is my grief and my trouble, if I can be happy?

Nothing to be embarrassed about the fact that we are funny, isn't it? It's true, we are funny, frivolous, bad habits, miss to look do not know, can not understand, because we all are, all, you and I and they!

I'm always afraid my ridiculous views to discredit the idea or the main idea. I have no gesture. I have the gesture always opposite, and this causes laughter and degrades the idea.

Open thirsty and sore Columbian satellites and shore of the New world, open Russian man Russian Light, let him find that gold, that treasure hidden from him in earth! Show him in the future update all humanity and his resurrection, maybe it is only against the Russian idea, the Russian God and Christ, and see what the giant a mighty and truthful, wise and the meek shall grow up before the astonished world, astonished and frightened, because they expect us to only one sword, the sword and violence, because they imagine we can't, judging by themselves, without barbarism. And it still is the farther, the more!

Since all it is, only added to the sword lying, creeping, deceit, fanaticism, superstition, villainy, played the most sacred, truthful, innocent, ardent feelings of the people, all, all exchanged for money, for low-power on earth.

What is this feast that the usual great feast which has no end and which pulls him for a long time, always, since childhood, and to which it cannot stick. Every morning rises the same bright sun; every morning on the rainbow waterfall; every evening the snow is the highest mountain there in the distance, on the edge of the sky, burns with a purple flame; every "little fly that buzzes near him in the hot sunlight, in the chorus participant: the knows its place, loves it and happy"; every sort of grass growing and happy! And have just his way and knows his way with a song and moves to the song comes; one he knows nothing, understands nothing, neither people nor sounds, a stranger to all and a miscarriage.

I have no decent gesture, sense of proportion, no; I have the words of others, and not relevant thoughts, and it is a humiliation for those thoughts.