#mitya.

[nevsky]

‘So there is a man, then, whom I love. Here he is, that man, my dear little brother, whom I love more than anyone in the world, the only one I love in the world. And I loved you so much, that at that moment I thought, ‘I’ll fall on his neck at once.’ Then a stupid idea struck me, to have a joke with you and scare you. I shouted, like a fool, ‘Your money or your life!’ Forgive my foolery, it was only nonsense and there is nothing unseemly in my soul...’ is very prevalent within my mind, as Mitya has a heart only for Alyosha, so much that it is spent on no one else, and detests even himself for wounding him.

[nevsky]

Mitya...controlled by his lust and besting the Karamazov blood that disgusts him...that he shares with his father and Ivan...but in his actions are his own sins that he falls into.

[nevsky]

Mitya, my favourite girl, whose sorrows are so prevalent that they hang right upon his neck, on a specific part of his chest, as if it were a noose, and the love within him that forces him to almost atone.

[rainyearning]

[nevsky]

I will come back to The Brothers Karamazov as I sort of miss Mitya, and how his fits of senility brought about by the disgust of his own being had captivated me.

[nevsky]

I feed off of any interaction with Mitya and Alyosha—for he loves Alyosha too much, and he kicks himself for even making the slightest misjudgement at the wrong time towards his dear brother—who loves.

[nevsky]

He has an air of madness and profound sorrow that burdens a specific place on his chest, probably in the shape of a noose...