The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1912-08-10
The Return of Dostoyevsky,
Champion of Sorrow
BY IVAN NARODNY.

+ che side the past with it's horrors
Yet with great lessons: on the ,tl,e r
| the unknown future without a singie
| heart to replace the two that have left
me Literally there Is no reason for
me 20 live. To create new ties and
to inv ent new life--the very thought
of it fills me with horror
In spite of all his misfortuues. the
almost demoniac energy of the novel
isst persisted. and from this time on
h" began to write his novels and
stories. of which Crime and PUNISH
, lneni is the crown Of ell his crea yio1s.
taVing m0rtgaged this novel. he was
4 not able TO finish it within the sRfee a
( time. and StelloEsky, the publisher,
| thfeaiened him with imptis9
/ from which he was saved b. leaving
! RUSSIA secretly and making Ais foina
( III germany But the temptation 1f
| Monaco was so great hat with the
| >iHd3 sum Of 200 roubles. he went
uere and lost II al After he had
! IRhder on the street he wrote to
( NIangeL
I have spent everything. am
In de6t at the hotel have no credit
here aud I feel myself IN a most
pitahle situation. 7 can neither pay
n
L. do do not kn0Yn
Here is a pa ssage OF postoye.sky's
immortal Crime and Punishment. g"
Raskolinkof, the hero IS thinking Of
his crime and soiloQuNng.
God I'm to stand beating in
her skull with a hatchei ar some
thing. wade in warm blood, break
open the lock and rob ana tretnbte,
blood flowing all around and hide
myself, with the Ratchet? oh. Cod
Is this indeed possible. and must It
be % He trembled like a leaf Az he
said this.
What am l thinking Of" he cried
In some establishment. 4 know well
/ could not endure that with which
| have been torturing myself. ] saw
that clearly Yesterday when + tried
to rehearse it. Perfectly plain. Then
what am 1 questioning? Did J not
say yesterday as ] went up the stairs
how disgusting and mean and low 1t
all was and did | not run away in
terror
Yet a few days later he entered
nerVously the apartment OF his vic
tim. n
What is it you want Who are
you ?" she asks
Pardon me Elena Ivanoyna. your
old acquaintance, Raskoluikoff.
nave brought pledge, a $ | promised
the other day He speaks and holds
OIL; the pocket to her As she kept
her glance upon him without saying
word. he asked in anger,
why are you looking at me thus
VIII you take IT or not" have ne
time TO waste -"
Why are you sn impatient, old
man What Is it ." she asks. glanc-
ing at the pledge
While she begins to unite the
packet and turns To the light. he
opens his coat, frees the Ratchet from
the loop and holds II with his right
hand under his garment AS he feels
the excitement growing, and as there
is no moment 10 lose. he pulls out
the Ratchet, raises it with both hanos
and let's II descend almost mechani-
cally on the old womans head
Then Raskolnikoff. whose arm had
regained all it's vigar. struck two fresh
blows with the hatchet on the crown
of the old woman's head. The blood
spurted out in streams and the body
rolled heavily over AT that moment
the Young man drew back; SO soon
as hs beheld his victim stretched on
the floor. he bent over her face; she
was dead.
The murderer laid his hatchrt
down and at once began tn search Inc
corpse. taking the greatest precau-
ton not TO get stained with the blood.
He was in full possession of his In
tsllect. He felt neither giddy nor
dazed but his hands continued to
shake. Later on he recollected that
he had been very prudent, very at
tentive. THAT he had taken every
care not to soil himself. II did not
take him long To find the keys; the
same as the other day they were
all together on steel ring. But
again the idea came TO him to give
up the task and go away. but this
INDIGESTION lasted only q second.
The last paragraph IF the novel
ends with Raskolnikof in prison IA
Siberia. where his bride, Sonia, mas
follow ed him 10 remain seven years
when his term Of hard fahor Will I've
finished.
E0nia WAS very aSst-4ts+t Tut she
VAS SO happy that nothing could mar
her 10Y Seven years--only seven
, ears. At the commencement Of their
happiness they were ready to look |
upon these seven years as seven days |
They did not know that a new life
is not given for nothing; that il has
to be paid dearly for and only ac-
quired by much patience and suffer +
ing and great future efforts
But now a news history commences, I
a story OF the gradual renewing Of /
man of his slow progressive regenera- !
ton and change from one world to |
another-an introduction to hitherto |
UNKNOWN realities. Of life. This may I
we'll form the theme of a new tale. +
the one we wished to offer the reader (
s ended.
In 1855 DostoYevslv married his r
stenogra pher Anna Gregorieyna Swift /
kline, and began To prepare material
for his next novel The Idiot, which /
the author himself considered az his (
cry best. depicting In Prince Mysh-
kin, the hero. his own character But /
the autumn Of 1859 found him al
The last gasp OF penary in Dresden,
where he was working on his novel
While the young wife was nursing
Newborn daughter whose christening
rad been postponed through want OF
the author had paUned the
ast piece of their linen IA order to
1uy milk and bread for the mother
lie wrote 10 his friend Maikoff
How can l possibly write when
am starving, when | am obliged 10
Dawn my clothes in order 10 pro-
.ure two thalers for q telegram? To
he devil with me and my hunger.
BUT she is nursing her child, and she
$ going herself to pawn her last
vooien winter petticoat.'
In response To Tursenief's Fathers
md Sons. which created great SEN
alton within and without Of Russia.
)ost0veysky wrote The Demon " that !