Again a tussle with Europe (oh, it’s not a war yet: they say that we – Russia, that is – are still a long way from war). Again the endless Eastern Question is in the news; and again in Europe they are looking mistrustfully at Russia. . . . Yet why we should go running to seek Europe’s trust? Did Europe ever trust the Russians? Can she ever trust us and stop seeing us as her enemy? Oh, of course this view will change someday; someday Europe will better be able to make us out and realize what we are like; and it is certainly worth discussing this someday; but meanwhile a somewhat irrelevant question or side issue has occured to me and I have recently been busy to solve it. No one may agree with me, yet I think that I am right – in part, maybe, but right. Continue reading “Fyodor Dostoyevsky “My Paradox” (Extract)”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky‘s Diary (1877, November).
Some Quite Special Remarks about the Slavs That I Intended to Make Long Ago.
‘You’re not Dostoyevsky,’ said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev.