The Possessed

Possessed, The

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Title: The Possessed The Devils
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THE POSSESSED (The Devils)
A NOVEL IN THREE PARTS BY FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
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PART I


CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCTORY


CHAPTER II.

PRINCE HARRY. MATCHMAKING.


CHAPTER III.
THE SINS OF OTHERS


CHAPTER IV.
THE CRIPPLE


CHAPTER V.
THE SUBTLE SERPENT


PART II


CHAPTER I.
NIGHT


CHAPTER II.
NIGHT (continued)


CHAPTER III.

THE DUEL


CHAPTER IV.
ALL IN EXPECTATION


CHAPTER V.
ON THE EVE OP THE FETE


CHAPTER VI.
PYOTR STEPANOVITCH IS BUSY


CHAPTER VII.
A MEETING


CHAPTER VIII.
IVAN THE TSAREVITCH


CHAPTER IX.
A RAID AT STEFAN TROFIMOVITCH'S


CHAPTER X.
FILIBUSTERS. A FATAL MORNING

PART III


CHAPTER I.
THE FETEFIRST PART


CHAPTER II.
THE END OF THE FETE


CHAPTER III.
A ROMANCE ENDED


CHAPTER IV.
THE LAST RESOLUTION


CHAPTER V.
A WANDERER


CHAPTER VI.
A BUSY NIGHT

CHAPTER VII.
STEPAN TROFIMOVITCH'S LAST WANDERING


CHAPTER VIII.
CONCLUSION
TRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN BY CONSTANCE
GARNETT
1916
"Strike me dead, the track has vanished, Well, what now? We've lost
the way, Demons have bewitched our horses, Led us in the wilds
astray.
What a number! Whither drift they? What's the mournful dirge they
sing? Do they hail a witch's marriage Or a goblin's burying?"
A. Pushkin.
"And there was one herd of many swine feeding on this mountain; and
they besought him that he would suffer them to enter into them. And he
suffered them.
"Then went the devils out of the man and entered into the swine; and
the herd ran violently down a steep place into the lake and were
choked.
"When they that fed them saw what was done, they fled, and went and
told it in the city and in the country.
"Then they went out to see what was done; and came to Jesus and
found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting at the feet
of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind; and they were afraid."
Luke, ch. viii. 32-37.


CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCTORY ">

PART I

CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCTORY
SOME DETAILS OF THE BIOGRAPHY OF THAT HIGHLY
RESPECTED GENTLEMAN STEFAN TEOFIMOVITCH
VERHOVENSKY.
IN UNDERTAKING to describe the recent and strange incidents in our
town, till lately wrapped in uneventful obscurity, I find' myself forced
in absence of literary skill to begin my story rather far back, that is to
say, with certain biographical details concerning that talented and
highly-esteemed gentleman, Stepan Trofimovitch Verhovensky. I trust
that these details may at least serve as an introduction, while my
projected story itself will come later.
I will say at once that Stepan Trofimovitch had always filled a
particular role among us, that of the progressive patriot, so to say, and
he was passionately fond of playing the partso much so that I really
believe he could not have existed without it. Not that I would put him
on a level with an actor at a theatre, God forbid, for I really have a
respect for him. This may all have been the effect of habit, or rather,
more exactly of a generous propensity he had from his earliest years for
indulging in an agreeable day-dream in which he figured as a
picturesque public character. He fondly loved, for instance,