Book Review | White Nights by Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky

Updated: Jun 24

Birth: November 11, 1821, Moscow, Russia

Death: February 9, 1881, St. Petersburg, Russia


White Nights by Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky was born on November 11, 1821 in Moscow. Dostoevsky published his first book "Poor Folk" in 1846. Dostoevsky was arrested in 1849, for alleged involvement in a conspiracy against the state. The novels he wrote after exile glorified Russian literature: Notes from Underground, Crime and Punishment, The Gambler, The Brothers Karamazov...


I would like to share with you today; Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.



Again dostoevsky, again a meaningful story, again a fascinating literary language... It's hard to say I enjoyed this so much as I was fascinated by it. At first I was worried that it would be just the meandering thoughts of a lonely young man.


But I should have had more faith in Dostoevsky, the author of this reputation. How did I come to empathize with and relate to someone who I had initially thought so strange? It's not easy to explain my feelings. I got sucked into the narrator's whirlwind thoughts and his brief, passionate friendship with Nastenka. I suppose he went so long without confiding in anyone that they all just poured out of him in a tidal wave. And Nastenka, what an interesting character. It was always going to end like this.

But the chain of events doesn't matter so much. Dostoevsky's insights and characterization give me so much to think about.



“May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?” /Dostoevsky
“My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?” /Dostoevsky
“Grandmother was always regretting the old days-she was younger in old days,and the sun was warmer in old days,and cream did not turn so sour in old days-it was always the old days!” /Dostoevsky
“But how could you live and have no story to tell?” /Dostoevsky
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.” /Dostoevsky

“I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.”

“I like revisiting, at certain times, spots where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.” /Dostoevsky
“Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!” /Dostoevsky
“Oh, how unbearable is a happy person sometimes!” /Dostoevsky
“It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.” /Dostoevsky
“When you were talking to me here, I couldn’t sit still; when you cried here, when you tormented yourself because you were jilted, because your love was slighted and disregarded, I felt that in my heart there was so much love for you.” /Dostoevsky


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