Crime and Punishment is a novel by the Russian author Fyodor Dostoevsky. It was first published in the literary journal The Russian Messenger in twelve. Crime and Punishment book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Raskolnikov, an impoverished student living in the St. Pet. . osakeya.info: Crime and Punishment (): Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Constance Garnett: Books.
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Crime and Punishment. Fyodor Dostoevsky. Translated By Constance Garnett. This eBook is designed and published by Planet PDF. For more free. eBooks visit . Nominated as one of America's best-loved novels by PBS's The Great American Read A desperate young man plans the perfect crime—the. These books are for now and they matter, because it's up to us to call a halt to our TV producers, Crime And Punishment (Vintage Classic Russians Series).
In her suffering, she becomes a universal symbol for Raskolnikov. He promises to tell her who murdered the old pawnbroker and her sister who was a friend of Sonya's. After another interview with Porfiry, Raskolnikov determines to confess to Sonya. He returns to her and during the confession, Svidrigailov is listening through the adjoining door.
He uses this information to try to force Dunya to sleep with him. She refuses and he kills himself later in the night. Porfiry informs Raskolnikov that he knows who murdered the pawnbroker. After talking with Sonya, Raskolnikov fully confesses to the murder and is sentenced to eight years in a Siberian prison. Sonya follows him, and with her help, Raskolnikov begins his regeneration. I had a period in my life when I went deep into Dostoevsky.
Perhaps because his books made me contemplate about being human. This is a remarkable study in emotions, intense and anguished. This confusion became more and more intense. As he went down the stairs, he even stopped short, two or three times, as though suddenly struck by some thought. When he was in the street he cried out, "Oh, God, how loathsome it all is! No, it's nonsense, it's rubbish! What filthy things my heart is capable of. Yes, filthy above all, disgusting, loathsome, loathsome!
The feeling of intense repulsion, which had begun to oppress and torture his heart while he was on his way to the old woman, had by now reached such a pitch and had taken such a definite form that he did not know what to do with himself to escape from his wretchedness. That I resented his mother when he did and I loved her when he did? That I felt Raskolnikov's anxiety, and tried to tell him to turn back when he was climbing the steps to the old woman's apartment?
But up he went. And that it anguished me because I new, as any reader would, what was bound to happen? Yes, his is not the kind of personality that I usually sympathize with. However, I could begin to understand him and his despair. Yes, Dostoyevsky created a very real character and I believed him enough to mentally immerse myself with his creation while submersed in his book. And this kept me turning the pages up to the last one.
Granted, granted that there is no flaw in all that reasoning, that all that I have concluded this last month is clear as day, true as arithmetic…. My God! Anyway I couldn't bring myself to it! I couldn't do it, I couldn't do it! Why, why then am I still …? He identified himself with those history figures. And that gave him the right to commit the crime. How could he explain the murder? I understand he just required a belief to explain it to himself.
He was no Napoleon; he was not fighting in a war. And he knew it. What he needed was a moral argument that pushed him up the steps and lifted his arms in the final act. I went into it like a wise man, and that was just my destruction. And you mustn't suppose that I didn't know, for instance, that if I began to question myself whether I had the right to gain power—I certainly hadn't the right—or that if I asked myself whether a human being is a louse it proved that it wasn't so for me, though it might be for a man who would go straight to his goal without asking questions.
I had to endure all the agony of that battle of ideas, Sonia, and I longed to throw it off: I wanted to murder without casuistry, to murder for my own sake, for myself alone! I didn't want to lie about it even to myself.
I simply did it; I did the murder for myself, for myself alone, and whether I became a benefactor to others, or spent my life like a spider, catching men in my web and sucking the life out of men, I couldn't have cared at that moment. It was not so much the money I wanted, but something else. Perhaps I should never have committed a murder again. I wanted to find out something else; it was something else led me on. I wanted to find out then and quickly whether I was a louse like everybody else or a man.
Yes, the women in the story turn out almost consistently to be the stronger characters, the source of redemption. What about the patetic Marmeledov; the the self-centered Luzhin; the drunken philanderer Svidrigailov? They are all fascinating in their own right, and important to the story. A much more crucial issue: Where is God, religion? For that I would have to go back to his Russia, to his time and his life. Nevertheless, all that will have to wait for a possible follow-up-review, today all my effort was on Raskolnikov and how I felt reading Crime and Punishment.
An outstanding classic about the human essence, about our darkest and deepest impulses. The unequivocal voice of each character, the sharp study of society, the movements of Raskolnikov, of the extreme reduction of hate to the redemption of love. Ultimately it reveals that our own inner consciousness can stand a far greater punishment than any legal system can. View all 50 comments. Prestupleniye i nakazaniye is a novel by the Russian author Fyodor Dostoevsky.
It was first published in the literary journal The Russian Messenger in twelve monthly installments during Later, it was published in a single volume. It is the second of Dostoevsky's full-length novels following his return from 5 years of exile in Sibe It is the second of Dostoevsky's full-length novels following his return from 5 years of exile in Siberia.
View all 5 comments. I have few Dostoevsky fans in my friends list so my opinions here might not go over so well. I have been wanting to read this classic for a while and I had high expectations, but they were not met. I liked it okay but I found it to be a bit slow and drawn out. Ultimately not a whole lot happens in the story, but it takes pages to get there.
In fact, there are probably as many plot points in the 15 page epilogue as in the rest of the book. However, despite this, I can say that parts of the jou I have few Dostoevsky fans in my friends list so my opinions here might not go over so well.
However, despite this, I can say that parts of the journey were pretty good. Every few chapters there would be a high intensity event that would draw me in. In fact, if you graphed this book out with the high points followed by long lulls, it would probably look like an EKG.
Also, it was interesting to take in the classic Russian writing. Whether or not it was always super exciting, I did enjoy the feel of the narrative from the classic Russian perspective. In summary, I would not recommend this as highly as some other classics, but if you are hardcore into completing your classic reading list, you can't miss this one.
View all 51 comments. There was a lot of mystery in those days I'm old enough to indicate the significance of The Godfather, It was first a bestselling book by Mario Puzo. There was a lot of mystery in those days about the inner workings of the Mafia. Both the novel and the film were major exposes in their day.
It was a big deal then. Matthew Michael wrote: There was a lot of myster Michael wrote: Both the View all 26 comments. I basically had to stop drinking for a month in order to read it; my friends no longer call. But it's great. View all 4 comments. Oct 14, Nayra. View all 30 comments. As usual with Dostoyevsky, the characters are shaken by great emotions, nobody stays calm.
The account of the murder of the pawnbroker and her sister, as well as the interrogation of the shrewd policeman is among the highlights. The story takes surprising turns again and again.
The descriptions Dostoevsky everything is simply incomparable. You are in the middle of history and everywhere. Guilt and atonement is a very readable classic that lets you look deeply into the human abysses.
This book guilt and atonement is a psychological, philosophical, religious, and at the same time social. Ah such beautiful pessimism. I find solace in the Russians, they make death seem like a mild disturbance in the beauty of life. Also their difficult is mere codswallop, the only difficult thing about Russian lit is the names.
That's it. Crime and Punishment is the story of a crime and its eventual punishment. End of review. Or not. It's really the story of a crime, followed by more crime, with a sprinkling of just a bit more crime, and then finished off with a tad of punishment.
The m Ah such beautiful pessimism.
The main character I'm literally too lazy to try to type out his name is a really fascinating character to study. I mean, yeah he's psychologically warped and is a bit "Oh I murdered someone but you should feel sorry for me anyway", however I always seem to find likable traits in even the most monstrous of characters I still to this day stand up for Humbert Humbert.
I just feel that I want to find someone else who's read this and sit down and talk for hours about the main character. To use a Russian motif, he's a matryoshka doll of a character. Like I felt with Emma Bovary in Madame Bovary , Raskolnikov there I actually typed out his name is kind of more interesting than the novel itself. Don't get me wrong, this novel is great and all but I just loved Raskolnikov.
I could harp on about all the themes and plots in this vast novel but I like keeping my Goodreads reviews brief. Basically, I thought this was hella good and I totally need to read more Dostoyevsky. I highly recommend this novel as well, so read it guys!
Don't be scared. Unless of course you've ever killed a pawnbroker in your life. Then I suggest staying well away from this. View all 16 comments. Oct 13, Fergus rated it it was amazing. Each one of us is a Raskolnikov. No, not like that - not a shabbily- dressed, impoverished murderer. But we all share his nature. There are no easy answers in Dostoevsky!
I remember so well the time I finally quit smoking - cold turkey, 20 years ago. I was lucky I did it, I guess; but to face the indefinitely long rest of my life - stretching out before me like a vast restless desert - without smokes, seemed unbearable back then! In empty air.
Panic City! The flames of utter hopeless anxiety threatened to engulf me entirely. So I started to pray. Like a dog chewing a meatless bone! It must have worked And I escaped from that Inferno by the very Skin of my Teeth.
Trying to make the best of a mess! Lewis is right, and there remain plenty of challenges in Heaven. So, there is no finality in this life, Dostoevsky is saying. Or our guilt, either, for that matter! The best way I can sum up my thoughts on this Everest of a novel is by quoting W. But we must never give up the trying, just like Raskolnikov And for us, too, in time there may come Redemption.
View all 29 comments. Apr 13, Elyse Walters rated it it was amazing. The Ultimate psychological thriller!!! I doubt it! Sue me. And read the ebook at night and early mornings in bed I was living - breathing - and eating this book - little time to be online. Digested the happenings deeper this way. The story and visuals - both - start right out. Hooked me with the immediate descriptions- dialogue- and atmosphere. I was getting that Russian feeling!
I felt like I should go sit in a Tavern and drink. Two people are killed in Chapter one. No time wasted in getting down to business! Raskolnikov justified his plan to kill an unscrupulous pawnbroker for her money. Is that possible? The horror Raskolnikov inflicted on himself left an indelible mark on his own psyche.
Or at least I thought I later wondered. The epilogue is fascinating! At times - I wondered if Dostoyevsky was a social scientist - as well as an artist - even a spiritualist. Dostoyevsky explored the role of negative and positive motivation and the way they played out in the moral domain: He explored moral truth and not just moral preference Stimulating thoughts about good and bad. Most of the characters in this book are neither all good or all bad - but the scale tips to one side - then another - then another again - twisty!
The punishment?? That takes much longer to explore. Not much escape for suffering. The storytelling itself was wild -with crazy dreams - drama - mystery - Philosophy - religion - psychology- murder - prostitution- poverty - love - suffering - and definitely questions about morality. Fascinating male and female characters. At some point - I realized - this book is as relevant today as when it was written. I thought of the Taliban.
They seek well-being in this world but their religious beliefs have led them to create a culture that is almost perfectly hostile to human flourishing. Thousand before me have written a more comprehensive review. It was an accomplishment for me just to read it. I got great value - and gained insights.
Many thanks to s. It moved me to read it sooner than later. In terror he sat up in bed, almost swooning with agony. But the fighting, wailing and cursing grew louder and louder.
And then to his intense amazement he caught the voice of his landlady. She was howling, shrieking and wailing, rapidly, hurriedly, incoherently, so that he could not make out what she was talking about; she was beseeching, no doubt, not to be beaten, for she was being mercilessly beaten on the stairs.
The voice of her assailant was so horrible from spite and rage that it was almost a croak; but he too, was saying something, and just as quickly as indistinctly, hurrying and spluttering.
All at once Raskolnikov trembled; he recognize the voice— it was the voice of Ilya Petrovich. Petrovich here, and beating the landlady! How is it, is the world topsy-turvy? Outside his bedroom the noise subsided and Nastasya came in with a bowl of soup.
Raskolnikov asked Nastasya about the horror outside his bedroom door. She says: Whoa there a pony. Raskolnikov was ill Thanks to this dead author and the thousands of readers before me! Wicked Book! View all 33 comments. I read Crime and Punishment severs years ago and immediately rated it 5 stars.
Then, I started walking around town telling people it was one of my favorite books ever. Hey, could you power rank your top five favorite books of all time for me? But, if they did, I was ready to respond! Also, no one is asking me this question anyway. I knew the main plot, obviously. I hope not.
It was time to read it again! I quickly remembered why I loved it.
Dostoevsky has his crazy ability to write about the human condition that still feels fresh and riveting over years later. The characters are given so much life that even the ones that seem to be minor give you a reason to care when they show up. The translation I read made the book feel like it was written in the 21st century. Great characters. Or come tell me about it. View all 21 comments. My star rating is purely subjective and means only what GR says it means: I didn't like it.
It didn't mean anything to me, sadly, and I didn't even find it to be an interesting story. I'm not saying it's a terrible book; in fact, I'd be very interested to hear what others think reviews are a bit light for this book here I see. First, I have a confession to make: I got two thirds of the way through and skimmed the rest. Well, worse than that: I flipped through and got the gist, but such is the My star rating is purely subjective and means only what GR says it means: I flipped through and got the gist, but such is the way it's written you can't even skim.
I just really had to put the book to rest, and it made me feel miserable thinking about making myself keep reading it. Reading should never make you miserable , so I did something I rarely ever do, and it nags at me but, well, there you have it.
The premise sounds interesting, and I had high hopes it would be one that would suck me in and captivate me. It's not that I had particularly high expectations - I didn't really have any expectations, though I thought it might be heavy on the intellectual side of things - but it was apparent from fairly early on that it wasn't going to be my kind of book.
It's Petersburg and a young student, Raskolnikov, is pawning his only valuables to an old crone, Alyona Ivanovna, who lives in a small apartment with her sister Lizaveta. He hasn't been able to afford to go to uni in several months, and his dress and manner makes him seem even lower class than he is. In desperation he hatches a plan to murder Alyona and rob her. He carries this out, killing not just her but her simple-minded sister who returns home unexpectedly, and in his fear and haste flees the scene with only some pawned trinkets and a small pouch.
His guilt manifests itself in fever and delirium, and he behaves very strangely thereafter. His friend and fellow student, Razumikhin, puts up with an awful lot and generously gives his time and efforts to help Raskolnikov; his mother, Pulcheria Alexandrovna and his sister, Dunechka, come to town to prepare for Dunya's marriage to an odious man; and Raskolnikov becomes somewhat obsessed with the family of a poor alcoholic who dies early on, in particular his eldest daughter Sonya, who had to become a prostitute in order to make some money for her family.
There's a lot of twoing and froing, a lot of agonising on Raskolnikov's part, and a lot of exclaiming. I wouldn't even have minded but Raskolnikov became such a bore, I didn't even want to slap, I just wanted to ignore him.
It comes down mostly to the way it was written, which I didn't care for and which made the book a real slog. I know this is some kind of work of genius, but if that's true, then I just felt stupid. It all seemed pretty obvious to me. No doubt if I made the effort I could see something special here, but it's like The Red and the Black - other people find the psychological melodrama truly fascinating, but to me, it's just melodrama, which I loathe.
There's also no mystery, and not much suspense. There's a somewhat clever police inspector investigating the murder, but the game of cat-and-mouse the blurb enticed me with fell flat pretty quickly, and there was nothing left to hold me.
The blurb describes the book as "a preternaturally acute investigation of the forces that impel a man toward sin, suffering and grace. You can tell I'm really impressed can't you?
It reads more like an account of a man going mad and being really self-centred, but after my sorry lack of appreciation for the equally masterful The Red and the Black , is it any surprise that I didn't like this book at all? If you're looking for a good story, this isn't it.
View all 70 comments. May 17, Samra Yusuf rated it it was amazing Shelves: Stricken by poverty and dogged to change his doom, Raskolnikov regards the idea of robbing an old pawnbroker on his way back to the closet apartment he resides as paying guest. The subject is very simple. A man conceives the idea of committing a crime; he matures it, commits the deed, and so the punishment starts, the flash back of the scene plays in the screen of his mind, he is tortured by his own self, he wants it to end, considers confessing his crime before the authorities, and yet finds no courage to do that, in the long run goes to police, states his crime and is sent to Siberia.
If it could only be that simple! Raskolnikov is the student of law and a self-acclaimed revolutionary, a nihilist to the boots, intelligent, unprincipled, unscrupulous, reduced to extreme poverty, decides to take matters in his hands for once, for him world is crowded with two kinds of people, the one who act and are named in history, like Napoleon, for whom the smaller crime done to accomplish bigger aims is defensible and even requisite, Raskolnikov strive to be the one.
The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth. Other plot threads weave the whole picture of Russia of the time, when one with three times a bite of bread was considered lucky, the time when women were either domestic hags or harlots, the time when everyone talked too much, spanned over hundreds of pages the talk of no consequence, the time when Russia had witty officers in police, who used to hunt down criminals like a tiger and yet waited for his surrender, and the time when people killed just to see if their theories were in alignment with reality.
Dostoevsky had witnessed death with his bare eyes, as he faced the firing squad in St. Petersburg and was spared at the last moment, and the way he rips off the layers of human mind, lays us naked before us and the whole world to view, is of no surprise!!
View all 52 comments. Dec 03, Vessey rated it it was amazing Shelves: Truly great men, I think, must feel great sorrow in this world. I dedicate it to my friend Jeffrey. It was a common painful experience that bought us together and let me get to know the fabulous person behind the written words. Thank you for being "Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a broad consciousness and a deep heart. Thank you for being what you are, Jeffrey!
Perhaps you'll hear my name someday. It is a thing universally spoken of, asked for, preached, aspired to, but do we actually know what it means?
Can it be defined? Is forgiveness meant to erase the act? If so, then, indeed, nothing could ever be forgiven, because nothing can ever change the past, bring back the time, make you a different person, change the reality of who you are and what you have done. But if there is such thing as forgiveness, what does it mean?
Does it mean to believe that the committer is not guilty, that they have done their best under their circumstances? But if there is no crime, then there is no need of forgiveness.
Or is this it? To keep an open mind, to understand when and where judgement needs to be bestowed and when and where — withdrawn. Or is it to conceal, to hide your negative feelings toward them and act merely on your positive ones?
Or maybe this is it. Along with the accusations to be able to show them some goodness, to remember that they are humans too.
And what about when we have no positive feelings toward them and all we can see is a monster? Would that be forgiveness? And if the wound is healed? Does our overcoming the hurt automatically bestow forgiveness on the committer?
And how would they feel? If the pain is gone, does that release us from responsibility? If the victim ceases to be a victim, does the criminal cease to be a criminal?
If those whom we have hurt can make peace with what we have done, can we? At last Raskolnikov turns himself in. He is sentenced to eight years of hard labour in Siberia.
Sonya follows him to Siberia and visits him at every opportunity. Dunya marries Razumikhin. Raskolnikov does not repent for the murders and continues to emotionally shut out Sonya and the other prisoners. However, after an illness, he at last comes to the realization that happiness cannot be achieved by a reasoned plan of existence but must be earned by suffering.