By Fjodor Mihajlovics Dosztojevszkij
Dosztojevszkij emberbarátsága nem filantrópia, állásfoglalása nem elfordulás a küzdéstől. Dosztojevszkij egészen, ízig-vérig társadalomhoz forduló művész, ez élteti túl a maga korán, s ez viszi közel megrendítő művét, a Bűn és bűnhődést a ma emberéhez.
Ez a regény a mély ellentmondásokkal küzdő s meghasonlott lelkű géniusz legzártabb, legművészibb gonddal szerkesztett alkotása. Nyilván ez a körülmény magyarázza, hogy világszerte a Bűn és bűnhődés lett életműve legismertebb darabja.
A páratlan lélekábrázolás, az emberi jellemek szuggesztív erejű rajza, a magával ragadó stílus, a mesteri kompozíció, a kapitalista nagy város sikátorainak, piszkos bérkaszárnyáinak, fojtott levegőjű odúinak szorongatóan hiteles képe az írásművészet halhatatlan alkotásai közé emeli ezt a művet. A „detektívregényből” így lesz klasszikus remek, minden idők egyik legmegrázóbb lélekrajzregénye.
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Maybe we could try something else? ” She shakes her head. She has to get Adam home, surround him with his things: his blanket, his food, his operas, her voice. Start the process of returning him to his body again. “This won’t work. I know my son,” she says emphatically, though it’s exactly the point she’s no longer sure of. In the details of this day, doubt has opened up and spread its wings. They were on the swing. They sang together. A minute later, they broke all the rules and disappeared.
There are also people talking, he thinks. Right here, all around him. There is no way to follow what they are saying, so he doesn’t bother trying. Their silences are hard, though, and make him nervous. He worries that he’s meant to say something to ﬁll them. “You have to answer,” his mother sometimes says. ’ ” He could say I don’t know. He hears his name. He thinks: I don’t know. But nothing comes, his mouth doesn’t move, because he’s almost sure now, his face must be gone. He can’t feel anything, can’t smell, can’t open his eyes to see.
This won’t work. I know my son,” she says emphatically, though it’s exactly the point she’s no longer sure of. In the details of this day, doubt has opened up and spread its wings. They were on the swing. They sang together. A minute later, they broke all the rules and disappeared. None of this aligns with the Adam she knows, the Adam she has spent nine years working with, the Adam who now moves like a broken helicopter powered by some instinct to go back in time, and start everything over. Afterward, Cara and Lincoln speak brieﬂy in the hall.