The reason i love The Karamazov Brothers is their duality,each brother earns for greatness and yet their human nature gets in the way.
Dmitri is hateful,full of rage, and yet he is hopelessly in love. He's just like his father,and that's why he hates him so much. He 's stuck between two women and two brothers. He is afraid of Ivan because of his judgemental stare,the stare of the world against his father. He's fearful but likes to put the front,the front of the martyr. Yet none of the characters are able to be one. Alyosha idolizes the only father figure he got,Father Zosima,only to get broken in pieces when he realises that he was just as human as him. Torn apart between the cynical world and faith,he chooses to keep the light in his heart and step into the world like an old cat.
I find Alyosha the most tragic of them all,because he forgives and believes,believes in his brothers,in his sulken father that would never catch the last breath from under the rock that he was living. Sinners don't need punishment, but rather knowing what forgiveness feels like ,that's why his father felt to close to Alyosha after years of ignorace for his poor sons.
Ivan,in love or in death,he believes in nothing,he wants to think that sensibilities are for the weak, but in the end,that's what comes after him. His academic youth drove him into an overthinking mess that can describe our generation better than anything, having conversations with the devil on the couch is something that only he can do in peace.
Smerdyakov,as much as he's not a legitimate brother ,he's insane as people say,sadistic or almost a socipath. But i believe in his humanness, not in a "he could be fixed",cause nobody can fix any human but himself. I believe his human nature because of his grief, of his shame,the shame of the womb of the mother,the shame of substituting a wanted child,the shame of being ill and yet using it against others.
Dostoievski's novels are like verses to the soul and i think more than anything,he teaches us that humans aren't perfect.
Even the angel that died in the little bed of the dirty home once threw rocks at others,even the most devoted friend once swore to be an enemy.
Even the drunken man loves his children in his sick madness.
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