Friday, May 29, 2020
A Graveyard
Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821-1881), The Brothers Karamazov, Book V, Chapter 3 (tr. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky):
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I want to go to Europe, Alyosha, I'll go straight from here. Of course I know that I will only be going to a graveyard, but to the most, the most precious graveyard, that's the thing! The precious dead lie there, each stone over them speaks of such ardent past life, of such passionate faith in their deeds, their truth, their struggle, and their science, that I—this I know beforehand—will fall to the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them—being wholeheartedly convinced, at the same time, that it has all long been a graveyard and nothing more.
