THE POSSESSED

       or, The Devils

       A Novel In Three Parts

       By Fyodor Dostoevsky

       Translated From The Russian By Constance Garnett

       1916

       Contents

       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 OF 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 FETE--FIRST 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

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       "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.

       PART I

       CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTORY

       SOME DETAILS OF THE BIOGRAPHY OF THAT HIGHLY RESPECTED GENTLEMAN STEPAN TROFIMOVITCH 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 part--so much so that I really believe he could not have existed without it. Not that I

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       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, his position as a "persecuted" man and, so to speak, an "exile." There is a sort of traditional glamour about those two little words that fascinated him once for all and, exalting him gradually in his own opinion, raised him in the course of years to a lofty pedestal very gratifying to vanity. In an English satire of the last century, Gulliver, returning from the land of the Lilliputians where the people were only three or four inches high, had grown so accustomed to consider himself a giant among them, that as he walked along the streets of London he could not help crying out to carriages and passers-by to be careful and get out of his way for fear he should crush them, imagining that they were little and he was still a giant. He was laughed at and abused for it, and rough coachmen even lashed at the giant with their whips. But was that just? What may not be done by habit? Habit had brought Stepan Trofimovitch almost to the same position, but in a more innocent and inoffensive form, if one may use such expressions, for he was a most excellent man.

       I am even inclined to suppose that towards the end he had been entirely forgotten everywhere; but still it cannot be said that his name had never been known. It is beyond question that he had at one time belonged to a certain distinguished constellation of celebrated leaders of the last generation, and at one time--though only for the briefest moment--his name was pronounced by many hasty persons of that day almost as though it were on a level with the names of Tchaadaev, of Byelinsky, of Granovsky, and of Her-zen, who had only just begun to write abroad. But Stepan Trofimovitch's activity ceased almost at the moment it began, owing, so to say, to a "vortex of combined circumstances." And would you believe it? It turned out afterwards that there had been no "vortex" and even no "circumstances," at least in that connection. I only learned the other day to my intense amazement, though on the most unimpeachable authority, that Stepan Trofimovitch had lived among us in our province not as an "exile" as we were accustomed to believe, and had never even been under police supervision at all. Such is the force of imagination! All his life he sincerely believed that in certain spheres he was a constant cause of apprehension, that every step he took was watched and noted, and that each one

       of the three governors who succeeded one another during twenty years in our province came with special and uneasy ideas concerning him, which had, by higher powers, been impressed upon each before everything else, on receiving the appointment. Had anyone assured the honest man on the most irrefutable grounds that he had nothing to be afraid of, he would certainly have been offended. Yet Stepan Trofimovitch was a most intelligent and gifted man, even, so to say, a man of science, though indeed, in science... well,

       in fact he had not done such great things in science. I believe indeed he had done nothing at all. But that's very often the case, of course, with men of science among us in Russia.

       He came back from abroad and was brilliant in the capacity of lecturer at the university, towards the end of the forties. He only had time to deliver a few lectures, I believe they were about the Arabs; he maintained, too, a brilliant thesis on the political and Hanseatic importance of the German town Hanau, of which there was promise in the epoch between 1413 and 1428, and on the special and obscure reasons why that promise was never fulfilled. This dissertation was a cruel and skilful thrust at the Slavophils of the day, and at once made him numerous and irreconcilable enemies among them. Later on--after he had lost his post as lecturer, however--he published (by way of revenge, so to say, and to show them what a man they had lost) in a progressive monthly review, which translated Dickens and advocated the views of George Sand, the beginning of a very profound investigation into the causes, I believe, of the extraordinary moral nobility of certain knights at a certain epoch or something of that nature.

       Some lofty and exceptionally noble idea was maintained in it, anyway. It was said afterwards that the continuation was hurriedly forbidden and even that the progressive review had to suffer for having printed the first part. That may very well have been so, for what was not possible in those days? Though, in this case, it is more likely that there was nothing of the kind, and that the author himself was too lazy to conclude his essay. He cut short his lectures on the Arabs because, somehow and by some one (probably one of his reactionary enemies) a letter had been seized giving an account of certain circumstances, in consequence of which some one had demanded an explanation from him. I don't know whether the story is true, but it was asserted that at the same time there

       was discovered in Petersburg a vast, unnatural, and illegal conspiracy of thirty people which almost shook society to its foundations. It was said