автор: Достоевский (Frank, Joseph)

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DOSTOEVSKY A Writer in His time


edited by

Mary Petrusewicz


Copyright © 2010 by Princeton University Press

Published by Princeton University Press, 41 William Street, Princeton, New Jersey 08540

In the United Kingdom: Princeton University Press, 6 Oxford Street, Woodstock,

Oxfordshire OX20 1TW


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Second printing, and first paperback printing, 2012

Paperback ISBN 978-0-691-15599-9

The Library of Congress has cataloged the cloth edition of this book as follows

Frank, Joseph, 1918–

Dostoevsky : a writer in his time / Joseph Frank.

p. cm.

Abridged ed. of author’s work in 5 v.: Dostoevsky. c1976–2002.

Includes bibliographical references and index.

ISBN 978-0-691-12819-1 (acid-free paper) 1. Dostoyevsky, Fyodor, 1821–1881. 2. Novelists, Russian—

19th century—Biography. 3. Russia—Intellectual life—1801–1917. I. Title.

PG3328.F75 2010


[B] 2009001418

British Library Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available

This book has been composed in Adobe Garamond

Printed on acid-free paper.

Printed in the United States of America

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Frontispiece: The bust of Dostoevsky on his grave


Parched with the spirit’s thirst, I crossed

An endless desert sunk in gloom,

And a six-winged seraph came

Where the tracks met and I stood lost.

Fingers light as dream he laid

Upon my lids; I opened wide

My eagle eyes, and gazed around.

He laid his fingers on my ears

And they were filled with roaring sound:

I heard the music of the spheres,

The flight of angels through the skies,

The beasts that crept beneath the sea,

The heady uprush of the vine;

And, like a lover kissing me,

He rooted out this tongue of mine

Fluent in lies and vanity;

He tore my fainting lips apart

And, with his right hand steeped in blood,

He armed me with a serpent’s dart;

With his bright sword he split my breast;

My heart leapt to him with a bound;

A glowing livid coal he pressed

Into the hollow of the wound.

There in the desert I lay dead.

And God called out to me and said:

Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see,

And let my words be seen and heard

By all who turn aside from me.

And burn them with my fiery word.