The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-08-04
Dostoyevsky, Champion of Sorrow

orieff, Dostoyevsly found himself
more forsaken and alone In ma
ltgnant world than he had been In
Siberia
And hero I am alone" ne writes
to Baron Wrangel. II really feel
On one Side the past with Its hor-
rors, yet with great lessons: on the
other the unknown future without a
single heart to replace the two that
have left me. Literally there is no
reason for ms TO live. To create new
ties and to invent new llfe-the very
thought Of 1t fills me with horror.
In spite of all his misfortunes. the
almost demoniac energy of the novel
ist persisted. and from this time on he
began to write his novels and stories.
OF which "Crime and Punishment" is
the crown OF all his creations. Hav-
ing mortgaged this novel, he was not
able 10 finish II within the agreed
time. and Stellovsky. the publisher,
threatened him with imprisonment.
from which he was saved by leaving
Russia secretly and making his home
In Germany But the temptation OF
Monaco was so great that with the
small sum of 200 roubles. he went
landed on the street he wrote to
have spent everything, ! am In
debt at the hotel. I have no credit
here and feel myself In most pitiahle
situation. I can neither pay my debts
nor leave for Russia. What to do /
do not know.
Here is a passage OF postoyevsky.ss
immortal Crime and Punishment.
RaskolnIkoff. the hero is thinking OF
his crime and soliloquizing:
God, Am I to stand beating in her
skull with a. hatchet or something,
wade In warm blood, break open the
lock and rob and tremble. blood flow
L. ! IL r,rffh
the hatchet? Oh, God Is this indeed
possible. and must it be?'' He trem-
bled like a leaf as he said this
What am thinking OFF, ho cried;
in some astonishment '1 know we'll
I could not endure that with which l
have been torturing myself. i saw
that clearly yesterday when l tried 10
rehearse IT. Perfectly plain: Then
what am questioning Did I not say
yesterday as 7 went up the stairs how
disgusting and mean and low lt an
was, and did ! not run away in Ter
ror?"
Yet a few days later he entered ner-
vously the apartment OF his victim
''What is 1t you want? VINO are
you?" she asks.
''Pardon me. Elena Ivanovna, your
old acquaintance, RaskolnikolI,
have brought a pledge, as l promised
the other day" He speaks and holds
out the packet to her: ,;hs,,, As she KHpy Eins
a word. he asked IN anger:
"Why are you looking at me thus7
will YOU take il or not? I have no
time TO waste?' -,
s.Why are you so impatient, old
man7 What Is it?" she asks, glanc-
ing at the pledge.
While she begins to unite the pack
et and turns TO the light he opens
Ills coat. frees the hatchet from the
loon and holds II with his right hand
under his garment. AS he feels the
excitement growing and as there is
no moment to lose. be pulls out the
hatchet raises IL with both hands
and let's II descend almost mechan-
icalIy on the old woman's head.
Then Rssolnikoff whose arm had
regained all Its vigor. struck two
fresh blows with the hatchet on tho
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.
as he beheld his victim stretched on
the floor he bent over her face; she
was dead.
"rhe murderer laid his hatchet
down and at once began TO search
the corpse. taking the greatest pre-
caution not TO got stained with the
blood. lie was In full possession OF
his intellect He felt neither giddy
nor dazed. but his hands continued to
shake, Later on he recollocted that
he had been very prudent. very at
care not Ia soil himself II did not
take hiui long 10 find tho keys; the
same as the other day they were all