1、The Dream Of a Ridiculous Man by Fyodor DostoevskyTranslated by Constance Garnett. I I am a ridiculous person. Now they call me a madman. Thatwould be a promotion if it were not that I remain as diculous in their eyes as before. But now I do not resent it, they are all dear to me now, even when they
2、 laugh at me - and, indeed, it is just then that they are particularly dear to me. I could join in their laughter - not exactly at myself, but through affection for them, if I did not feel so sad as I look at them. Sad because they do not know the truth and I do knowit. Oh, how hard it is to be the
3、only one who knows the truth! But they wont understand that. No, they wont understand it. In old days I used to be miserable at seeming ridiculous. Not seeming, but being. I have always been ridiculous, andI have known it, perhaps, from the hour I was born. Perhaps from the time I was seven years ol
4、d I knew I was ridiculous. Afterwards I went to school, studied at the university, and, do you know, the more I learned, the moreoroughlyunderstood that I was ridiculous. So that it seemed in the endas though all the sciences I studied at the university existed only to prove and make evident to me a
5、s I went more deeplyinto them that I was ridiculous. It was the same with life as it was with science. With every year the same consciousnessof the ridiculous figure I cut in every relation grew and strengthened. Everyone always laughed at me. But not one of them knew or guessed that if there were o
6、ne man on earth who knew better than anybody else that I was absurd, it wasmyself, and what I resented most of all was that they did not know that. But that was my own fault; I was so proud thatnothing would have ever induced me to tell it to anyone. This pride grew in me with the years; and if it h
7、ad happened that I allowed myself to confess to anyone atIasridiculous, I believe that I should have blown out my brains the same evening. Oh, how I suffered in my early youth from the fear that I might give way and confess it to my schoolfellows. But since I grew to manhood, I have for some unknown
8、 reason become calmer, though I realised my awful characteristic more fully every year. I say unknown, for to this day I cannot tell why it was. Perhaps it was owing to the terrible misery that was growing in my soul through something which was of more sequence than anything else about me: that some
9、thing was the conviction that had come upon me that nothing in the world mattered. I had long had an inkling of it, but the full realisation came last year almost suddenly. I suddenly felt that it was all the same to me whether the world existed or whether there had never been anything at all: I beg
10、an to feel with all my being that there was nothing existing. At first I fancied that many things had existed in the past, but afterwards I guessed thatthere never had been anything in the past either, but that it had only seemed so for some reason. Little by little I guessed that there would be not
11、hing in the future either. Then I left off being angry with people and almost ceased to notice them. Indeed this showed itself even in thepettiest trifles: I used, for instance, to knock against people in the street. And not so much from being lost in thought: what had I to think about? I had almost
12、 given up thinking by that time; othing mattered to me. If at least I had solved myproblems! Oh, I had not settled one of them, and how many there were! But I gave up caring about anything, and all the problems disappeared. And it was after that that I found out the truth. I learnt the ruth last Nov
13、ember - on the third of November, to be precise - and I remember every instant since. It was a gloomy evening, one of the gloomiest possible evenings. I was going home at about eleven oclock, and I remember that I thoughtthat the evening could not be gloomier. Even physically. Rain had been falling
14、all day, and it had been a cold, gloomy, almost menacing rain, with, I remember, an unmistakable spite against mankind. Suddenly between ten and eleven it had stopped, and was followed by a horrible dampness, colder and damper than the rain, and a sort of steam was rising from everything, from every
15、 stone in the street, andfrom every by-lane if one looked down it as far as one could. A thought suddenly occurred to me, that if all the street lamps had been put out it would have been less cheerless, that the gas made ones heart sadder because it lighted it allp. I had had scarcely any dinner tha
16、t day, and had been spending the evening with an engineer, and two other friends had been there also. I sat silent - I fancy I bored them. They talked of something rousing and suddenly they got excited over it. But they did not really care, I could see that, and only made a show of being excited. I
17、suddenly said as much to them. My friends, I said, you really do not care one way or the other. They were not offended, but they laughed at me. That was because I spoke without any not of reproach,imply because it did not matter to me. They saw it did not, and it amused them. As I was thinking about
18、 the gas lamps in the streeti Iooked up at the sky. The sky was horribly dark, but one could distinctly see tattered clouds, and between them fathomless black patches. Suddenly I noticed in one of these patches a star, and began watching it intently. That was because that star had given me an idea:
19、I decided to kill myself that night. I had firmly determined to do so two months before, and poor as I was, I bought a splendid revolver that very day, and loaded it. But two months had passed and it was still lying in my drawer; I was so utterly indifferent that I wanted to seize a moment when I wo
20、uld not be so indifferent - why, I dont know. And so for two months every night that I came home I thought I would shoot myself. I kept waiting for the right moment. And so now this star gave me a thought. I made up my mind that it shouldcertainly be that night. And why the star gave me the thought
21、I dont know. And just as I was looking at the sky, this little girl took me by the elbow. The street was empty, and therewasscarcely anyone to be seen. A cabman was sleeping in the distance in his cab. It was a child of eight with a kerchief on her head, wearing nothing but a wretched little dress a
22、ll soaked with rain, but I noticed her wet broken shoes and I recall them now. They caught my eye particularly. She suddenly pulled me by the elbow and called me. She was not weeping, but was spasmodically crying out some words which could not utter properly, because she was shivering and shuddering
23、 allover.She was in terror about something, and kept crying, Mammy, mammy! I turned facing her, I did not say a word and went on; but she ran, pulling at me, and there was that note in her voice which in frightened children means despair. I know that sound. Though she did not articulate the words, I
24、 understood that her mother was dying, or that something ofthe sort was happening to them, and that she had run out to call someone, to find something to help her mother. I did not go with her; on the contrary, I had an impulse to drive her away. I told her first to go to a policeman. But clasping h
25、er hands, she ran beside me sobbing and gasping, and would notleave me. Then I stamped my foot and shouted at her. She called out Sir! sir! . . . but suddenly abandoned me andrushed headlong across the road. Some other passerby appeared there, and she evidently flew from me to him. I mounted up to m
26、y fifth storey. I have a room in a flat where there are other lodgers. Mr room is small and poor,with a garret window in the shape of a semicircle. I have a sofa covered with American leather, a table with books on it, two chairs and a comfortable arm-chair, as old as old can be, but of the good old
27、-fashioned shape. I sat down,lightedthecandle, and began thinking. In the room next to mine, through the partition wall, a perfect Bedlam was going on. It had been going on for the last three days. A retired captain lived there, and he had half a dozen visitors,gentlemen ofdoubtful reputation, drink
28、ing vodka and playing stoss withold cards. The night before there had been a fight, and I know that two of them had been for a long time engaged in dragging each other about by the hair. The landlady wantedto complain, but she was in abject terror of the captain. There was only one other lodger in t
29、he flat, a thin little regimental lady, on a visit to Petersburg, with three little children who had been taken ill since they came into the lodgings. Both she and her children were in mortal fear of the captain, and lay trembling and crossing themselves allnight, and the youngest child had a sort o
30、f fit from fright. That captain, I know for a fact, sometimes stops people in the Nevsky Prospect and begs. They wont take him into the service, but strange to say (thats why I am telling this), all this month that the captain has been here his behaviour has caused me no annoyance. I have, of course
31、, tried to avoid his acquaintance from the very beginning, and he, too, was bored with me from the first; but I never care how much they shoutthe other side of the partition nor how many of them there are in there: I sit up all night and forget them so completely that i do not even hear them. I stay
32、 awake till daybreak, and have been going on like that for the last year. I sit up all night in my arm-chair at the table, doing nothing. I only read by day. I sit - dont even think; ideas of a sort wander through my mind and I let them come and go as they will. A wholecandle is burnt every night. I
33、 sat down quietly at the table,took out the revolver and put it down before me. When I had put it down I asked myself, I remember, Is that so? and answered with complete conviction, It is. That is,I shallshoot myself. I knew that I should shoot myself that nightfor certain, but how much longer I should go on sitting at the table I did not know. And no doubt I should have shot myself if it had not been for that little girl.
