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White Nights is a short story by Fyodor Dostoevsky that was published in 1848 Set in St Petersburg this is the story of a young man fighting his inner restlessness A light and tender narrative it delves into the torment and guilt of unreuited love Both protagonists suffer from a deep sense of alienation that initially brings them together A blend of romanticism and realism the story appeals gently to the senses and feelings

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  1. says:

    This story really a novella is the one I use to introduce people to Dostoyevsky If you like White Nights you will like Fyodor Mikailovich I think and if you don't you won't In it we're introduced to a charming intelligent young man who lives on the edges of St Petersburg life a shy dreamer who spends almost all his time alone The life of his observations and imagination is very full however He daydreams in 3d with vivid colors passionate intricate tales that engross him completely to the point that an actual friend knocking on his door to say hello flusters him totally leaving him nonplussed for the entire short awkward visit Dostoyevsky in his brilliant way makes me care deeply about our hero and feel a total sense of identification with him One day our protagonist meets an actual real life girl one whose temperment and situation in life are something like his They become great friends immediately something that has never happened to him before The story takes off at this point piling up so much light and darkness that I'm gasping for breath all the way through until the magnificent endingIt's extraordinary the way Dostoyevsky can make all of us feel so much identification with his characters I feel each time I read this story that he's plumbed the secret depths of my soul that not even I had any idea of He slices me apart and puts me back together so that I'm somebody totally new after he's done I feel as though he's writing about me and only me through a century and a half of time travel and a thorough reading of my subconscious mind and I do feel exposed by it My son's aunt who studied Russian literature in Russia says Dostoyevsky is evil because he cuts us open and has a poke round our deepest selves with such complete and utter honesty It's true he does see the whole of humanity from our basest depravity to our highest divinity But for me his truth is purifying like a sacred flame like the caress of a being who's both angel and demon at the same time I do think Dostoyevsky is the greatest novelist of all in the whole history of western civilization

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    Russian Белые ночи Bely Nochi White nights Fyodor DostoyevskyWhite Nights is a short story by Fyodor Dostoyevsky originally published in 1848 The short story is divided into six sections First Night Second Night Nastenka's Story Third Night Fourth Night MorningFirst Night The narrator describes his experience walking in the streets of St Petersburg He loves the city at night and feels comfortable in it He no longer feels comfortable during the day because all the people he is used to seeing are not there He drew his emotions from them if they were happy he was happy; if they were despondent he was despondent Second Night On their second meeting Nastenka seeks to find out about him He tells her that he has no history because he has spent his life utterly alone When she presses him to continue he suggests that he is of the type of the dreamer 'The dreamer' he explains is not a human being but a creature of an intermediate sort He gives a long speech in a style that anticipates that of the Underground Man in Notes from Underground about his longing for companionship leading Nastenka to comment you talk as if you were reading from a book He begins to tell his story in the third person calling himself the hero This hero is happy at the hour when all work ends and people walk about He references Vasily Zhukovsky and mentions The Goddess of Fancy Nastenka's Story Nastenka tells the narrator her story She grew up with her strict grandmother who gave her a largely sheltered upbringing Her grandmother's pension being too small they rent out their house to gain income When their first lodger dies he is replaced by a younger man The young man begins a silent courtship with Nastenka often giving her a book so that she may develop a reading habit She takes a liking to the novels of Sir Walter Scott and Aleksandr Pushkin Third Night The narrator gradually realizes that despite his assurance that their friendship would remain platonic he has inevitably fallen in love with her He nevertheless helps her by writing and posting a letter to her lover and conceals his feelings for her They await his reply to the letter or his appearance but Nastenka grows restless at his absence and takes comfort in the narrator's friendship Fourth Night Nastenka despairs because she knows that her lover is in Petersburg but hasn't contacted her The narrator continues to comfort her for which she is extremely grateful leading him to break his resolve and confess his love for her Nastenka is disoriented at first and the narrator realizing that they can no longer continue to be friends in the same manner insists on never seeing her again She urges him to stay and suggests that their relationship might become romantic some day but that she wants his friendship in her life Morning The final section is a brief afterword about a letter he receives from Nastenka in which she apologizes for hurting him and insists that she would always be thankful for his companionship She also mentions that she will be married within a week and hopes that he will come The narrator breaks into tears upon reading the letter Matryona his maid interrupts his thoughts by telling him she has finished cleaning the cobwebs عنوانها «شبهای سپید»؛ «شبهای روشن»؛ «شبهای روشن و نازک دل»؛ نویسنده فئودور داستایوسکی؛ انتشاراتیها سپهر، جامی، سرنا، کیانوش، روزگار، فردوس، ماهی، کوله پشتی، نکو روش در یزد، بهنود؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش سال 1986میلادیعنوان شبهای سپید؛ اثر فئودور داستایوسکی؛ مترجم مرتضی مقدم؛ تهران، سپهر؛ 1346؛ در 112ص؛ چاپ دیگر تهران، جامی، 1369، در 186ص؛ چاپ دوم جامی 1383؛ در 188ص؛ چاپ سوم جامی 1385، شابک 9647468571؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان روسیه سده 19معنوان شبهای سپید؛ اثر فئودور داستایوسکی؛ مترجم محمد سلطانی؛ تهران، سرنا؛ 1370؛ در 273ص؛ عنوان شبهای سپید؛ اثر فئودور داستایوسکی؛ مترجم منصور حکیم جوادی؛ تهران، کیانوش، 1377؛ در 81ص؛ شابک 9649018654؛عنوان شبهای روشن بخشی از خاطرات یک مرد رویایی؛ اثر فئودور داستایوسکی؛ مترجم نسرین مجیدی؛ تهران، روزگار، 1389؛ در 136ص؛ شابک 9789643741631؛ چاپ دوم 1392؛عنوان شبهای روشن و نازک دل؛ اثر فئودور داستایوسکی؛ مترجم قاسم کبیری؛ تهران، فردوس، 1384؛ در 176ص؛ شابک 9643201198؛ چاپ چهارم 1389؛ پنجم 1392؛ شابک 9789643204365؛عنوان شبهای روشن یک داستان عاشقانه از خاطرات یک رویاپرداز؛ اثر فئودور داستایوسکی؛ مترجم سروش حبیبی؛ مشخصات نشر تهران، ماهی، 1389، در 109ص، اندازه 12سم در 516سم، چاپ هشتم بهار 1392، چاپ نهم زمستان 1392؛ چاپ چهاردهم 1395؛عنوان شبهای روشن؛ اثر فئودور داستایوسکی؛ مترجم هانیه چوپانی؛ تهران، کوله پشتی، 1390؛ در 80ص؛ شابک 9786005816044؛عنوان شبهای روشن داستانهای کوتاه؛ اثر فئودور داستایوسکی؛ مترجم سیامک علایی؛ یزد، نکو روش، 1393؛ در 192ص؛ شابک 9786006952437؛عنوان شبهای سپید و داستانهای کوتاه؛ اثر فئودور میخائیلوویچ داستایوسکی؛ مترجم مهناز مهری؛ تهران، بهنود، 1396؛ در 573ص؛ شابک 9786007511183؛همانند بسیاری از داستان‌های «داستایفسکی»، «شب‌های روشن» نیز، داستان یک راوی اول شخص بی نام و نشان است، که در شهر زندگی می‌کند؛ و از تنهایی رنج می‌برد؛ راوی یک خیالباف است؛ او در ذهن خویش زندگی می‌کند، خیال می‌کند پیرمردی هماره از کنار او رد می‌شود، اما هرگزی با او حرف نمی‌زند، و یا ، داستان شش بخش داردشب اول راوی تجربه‌های خویش، از قدم زدن در خیابان‌های سن «پطرزبورگ» را، بازگو می‌کند؛ عاشق شهر در شب است، زیرا در شب احساس آرامش می‌کند؛ او هنگام روز احساس راحتی نمی‌کند، زیرا همهٔ کسانی که عادت به دیدنشان در روز داشت، دیگر نبودند؛ اگر آن‌ها شاد بودند، او شاد بود؛ اگر آن‌ها اندوهگین بودند، او نیز اندوهگین می‌شد؛ هنگامیکه چهره ‌های تازه می‌دید، احساس تنهایی می‌کرد؛ شخصیت اصلی همچنین خانه‌ ها را می‌شناخت؛ هنگامیکه در خیابان قدم می‌زد، آن‌ها با او سخن می‌گفتند، و برایش می‌گفتند چگونه نوسازی می‌شوند، با رنگ جدید دوباره نقاشی می‌شوند، یا تخریب می‌شوند؛ شخصیت اصلی، به تنهایی در یک آپارتمان کوچک، در «سن پترزبورگ» زندگی می‌کند، و تنها یک خدمتکار مسن، به نام «ماترونا» را دارد، که با او مصاحبت کند، او به بیان رابطه ‌اش، با دختری جوان، به نام «ناستنکا کوچک شده ی محبت آمیز آناستازیا» می‌پردازد؛ نخستین بار او را در حالیکه به نرده‌ ای تکیه داده، و ‌گریه میکرد، می‌بیند؛ نگران می‌شود، و پیش خود می‌اندیشد، که آیا برود از او بپرسد مشکل چیست یا نه، اما سرانجام خود را وادار می‌کند، تا به قدم زدن ادامه دهد؛ ؛شب دوم در ملاقات دومشان، «ناستنکا» خودش را به راوی معرفی می‌کند، و آن دو با هم دوست می‌شوند؛ «ناستنکا» اظهار تعجب می‌کند، چرا که هرچه فکر می‌کند، می‌بیند چیزی از او نمی‌دانسته، او پاسخ می‌دهد، که او هیچ داستانی ندارد، زیرا همه ی عمرش را کاملاً تنها سپری کرده، وقتی «ناستنکا» به او فشار می‌آورد، تا در اینباره ادامه بدهد، واژه ی «خیالباف» که شخصیت اصلی خودش را، از آن دسته می‌داند، به میان می‌آید؛ ؛ناستنکا «ناستنکا» در بخش سوم، داستان خودش را، برای راوی بازگو می‌کند؛ او با مادربزرگ سختگیرش، که او را بسیار حفاظت شده بار آورده بود، زندگی می‌کرد؛ از آنجایی که پانسیون مادربزرگش، بسیار کوچک بود، آن‌ها بخشی از خانه را، اجاره داده بودند، تا درآمدی به دست آورند؛ هنگامیکه مستاجر پیشین می‌میرد، علی‌رغم خواست مادربزرگش، مردی جوانتر، نزدیک به سن و سال «ناستنکا» جایگزین مستاجر پیشین می‌شود؛ مرد جوان یک رابطه ی خاموش با «ناستنکا» آغاز می‌کند، اغلب کتابی به او می‌دهد، تا بلکه او عادت کتابخوانی را، در خود گسترش دهد؛ در نتیجه «ناستانکا» به کتاب‌های «سر والتر اسکات» و «الکساندر پوشکین» علاقمند می‌شود؛ یکروز مرد جوان، او و مادربزرگش را، به تئاتری که در آن نمایش «آرایشگر سِویل» اجرا می‌شده، دعوت می‌کند؛ در شبی که مستأجر جوان قرار است «سن پطرزبورگ» را، به قصد «مسکو» ترک کند، «ناستنکا» از دست مادربزرگش فرار، و او را ترغیب می‌کند تا با او ازدواج کند؛ ؛ شب سوم راوی اندک اندک متوجه می‌شود، که علی‌رغم تاکیدش بر اینکه دوستی آن‌ها افلاطونی باقی می‌ماند، او بی اختیار عاشق «ناستنکا» شده ‌است؛ ولی او با اینحال، با نوشتن نامه ‌ای، و فرستادن آن به معشوق «ناستنکا»، و پنهان کردن احساساتش نسبت به «ناستنکا»، به او یاری می‌کند؛ آن‌ها به انتظار نامه، یا پیدا شدن او می‌نشینند؛ اما با گذر زمان «ناستنکا» از غیبت راوی بی قرار می‌شود؛ او خود را با دوستی راوی تسکین می‌دهد، بی آنکه از ژرفای احساسات او، نسبت به خود آگاه باشد، او می‌گوید که «من عاشق تو هستم از آنجا که عاشق من نشده ‌ای»؛ راوی که از طبیعت یک طرفهٔ عشقش نسبت به او رنج می‌برد، متوجه می‌شود که همزمان، ناخودآگاه با او احساس غریبگی می‌کند؛ ؛ شب چهارم «ناستنکا» با اینکه می‌داند، معشوقش در «سن پطرزبورگ» است، از غیبت او و جواب نامه ‌اش مایوس می‌شود؛ راوی به تسلی دادن او ادامه می‌دهد، «ناستنکا» بسیار قدردان است، و این باعث می‌شود راوی عزم خودش را می‌شکند، و عشقش به «ناستنکا» را اعتراف می‌کند؛ «ناستنکا» نخست سردرگم است، راوی که متوجه می‌شود دیگر نمی‌توانند همانند گذشته، به دوستی اش با «ناستانکا» ادامه دهند، پافشاری می‌کند که دیگر او را نبیند؛ «ناستنکا» اما اصرار می‌کند که او بماند؛ آن‌ها مشغول قدم زدن می‌شوند، و «ناستنکا» می‌گوید که شاید روزی رابطه ی آن‌ها بتواند رنگ و بوی عاشقانه بگیرد، ولی او آشکارا، دوستی با راوی را می‌خواهد؛ راوی با این چشم انداز امیدوار می‌شود، تا اینکه در طی قدم زدنشان، از کنار مرد جوانی می‌گذرند، که می‌ایستد، و آن‌ها را صدا می‌زند؛ معلوم می‌شود که او همان معشوق «ناستنکا» است، و «ناستنکا» به آغوش او می‌پرد؛ «ناستنکا» عجالتاً برمی‌گردد، و راوی را می‌بوسد، اما سپس در طول شب، با عشقش به گام زدن می‌پردازد، و راوی را تنها و شکسته دل رها می‌کند؛ ؛ و صبح «شب‌های من با صبحی به پایان رسیدند؛ هوا وحشتناک بود؛ قطره‌ های باران به طرز غم انگیزی بر شیشه ی پنجره ام ضربه می‌زدند»؛ بخش پایانی تنها شامل یک پس گفتار خلاصه است، که به نقل نامه‌ ای که «ناستنکا» به راوی می‌نویسد، و در آن از او به خاطر آزار او، عذرخواهی می‌کند، و می‌گوید که همیشه قدردان دوستی او خواهد بود؛ «ناستنکا» همچنین اشاره می‌کند، که کمتر از یک هفته ی دیگر ازدواج می‌کند، و امیدوار است که او در آن شرکت کند؛ هنگامیکه راوی نامه را می‌خواند، به گریه می‌افتد؛ رشته ی افکار راوی را «ماتریونا»، خدمتکارش، با گفتن اینکه «پاک کردن تار عنکبوت‌ها تمام شده» پاره می‌کند؛ راوی متوجه می‌شود، که هرگز «ماتریونا» را به چشم یک پیرزن ندیده ‌است؛ او بسیار پیرتر از همیشه به نظر می‌رسد؛ راوی به این می‌اندیشد، که آیا آینده اش، همیشه بدون همدم و عشق خواهد بود؛ با اینحال او مأیوس نمی‌شود «ولی اینکه من هرگز نسبت به تو احساس نفرت کنم، ناستنکا که من سایه ای تاریک بر شادمانی روشن و آرام تو بیندازم که من دانه ای از آن شکوفه ‌های ظریفی که بر موهای تیره ات میگذاری هنگامیکه با او در محراب قدم زنی را بشکنم آه نه؛ هرگز هرگز آسمانت همیشه صاف باد، لبخند عزیزت همیشه روشن و خرسند باد، و همیشه خوشبخت باشی، به شکرانه ی آن لحظه ی رحمت و شادمانی، که به دیگر قلب تنها و قدرشناسی دادی ؛ خدای من، تنها یک لحظهٔ رحمت؟ آیا چنین لحظه ای تمام عمر مردی را کافی نیست؟»؛ ؛تاریخ نخستین خوانش 09061399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی

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    White Nights is a melancholy trip It is an elegy of solitude White nights Sad daysA strange anguish had tormented me since early morning I suddenly had the impression that I had been left all alone that everyone was shrinking away from me avoiding meReturning home after purposelessly wandering the streets the protagonist – a hopeless dreamer – unexpectedly encounters an unhappy crying girl and trying to comfort her he sees her home And he tells her about his life And his life story is the story of his dreaming because he knows nothing else “There are my dear Nastenka in case you don’t know some rather strange corners in Petersburg It’s as if the sun that warms the rest of the city never shines on them and instead another sun especially designed for them supplies them with a different light In those corners Nastenka a life goes on uite unlike the one seething around us a life that is possible in some far away dreamland but certainly not here in our over serious time That life is a mixture of something out of pure fantasy ardently idealistic with alas something bleak and dull and ordinary not to say outright vulgar”And she recounts him her naive life story too And of course the dreamer falls in love And of course his love is doomedOr was the entire accidental encounter just another dreamer’s fantasy?“And how effortlessly how naturally the dreamer’s world of fantasy springs up It looks so real and not at all like a mirage In fact sometimes he almost believes that his dream life is no figment of the imagination no self deception no delusion but something real actual existing”Dreamers don’t need reality They live in their dreams

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    Let me preface this review by announcing that I have never read anything that had put my thoughts and feelings as a dreamer so accurately as it has been put in this story My dear Fyodor gets it he really doesA dreamer is someone who shuts himself from the rest of the world and loses himself in his own mind and dreams His entire life has been like that That is pretty much how he lived his life and he does not mind it not at all he in fact likes it“I am a dreamer I know so little of real life that I just can't help re living such moments as these in my dreams for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced I am going to dream about you the whole night the whole week the whole year I feel I know you so well that I couldn't have known you better if we'd been friends for twenty years You won't fail me will you? Only two minutes and you've made me happy forever Yes happy Who knows perhaps you've reconciled me with myself resolved all my doubtsWhen I woke up it seemed to me that some snatch of a tune I had known for a long time I had heard somewhere before but had forgotten a melody of great sweetness was coming back to me now It seemed to me that it had been trying to emerge from my soul all my life and only now” “A fresh dream fresh happiness A fresh rush of delicate voluptuous poison What is real life to him To his corrupted eyes we live you and I Nastenka so torpidly slowly insipidly; in his eyes we are all so dissatisfied with our fate so exhausted by our life And truly see how at first sight everything is cold morose as though ill humoured among us Poor things thinks our dreamer And it is no wonder that he thinks it Look at these magic phantasms which so enchantingly so whimsically so carelessly and freely group before him in such a magic animated picture in which the most prominent figure in the foreground is of course himself our dreamer in his precious person”But suddenly and uite unexpectedly life throws something at the dreamer and he is uite thrilled about it He starts to think that reality is not that bad after all― that it all finally makes sense that maybe he does not need― not any to make shelter from reality in hisher dreams Reality― for once has become better Soon enough though the cruel realization comes to him he realizes it is not meant to last This whole thing was a mere interlude in hisher endless world of dreams The dreamer is not bitter nor she is resentful She accepts it This little interlude has made hisher life “In the end you feel that your much vaunted inexhaustible fantasy is growing tired debilitated exhausted because you're bound to grow out of your old ideals; they're smashed to splinters and turn to dust and if you have no other life you have no choice but to keep rebuilding your dreams from the splinters and dust But the heart longs for something different And it is vain to dig in the ashes of your old fancies trying to find even a tiny spark to fan into a new flame that will warm the chilled heart and bring back to life everything that can send the blood rushing wildly through the body fill the eyes with tears everything that can delude you so well” At the end it all boils down to this trice; a single little moment of sober happiness“My God a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of a man’s life?” I cannot express how much I absolutely loved and enjoyed reading this one it definitely had become one of my all times favorites Highly recommended

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    Loneliness We've all been there Some of us may still be there but My God a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of man's life?

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    Well at this moment I'm supposed to be reading Clockwork Angel because I don't want to be a judgmental snob and form an opinion without even reading the book Or this kind of book BUT I found White Nights lost on my bookshelves I think it was fate; I don't usually believe in fate even though I don't have any proof to disbelieve in it but also no faith to really believe in it so I'm sort of floating in the middle However in this particular moment I think fate spoke to me And oh my Dostoyevsky what the hell are you doing to me? Yes addressing to a dead person here But this man is always talking to my soul wherever that thing is I can always relate to his narrators they're all so sociable and happy with no problems whatsoever or some of his other characters This author described human nature in such a uniue way What a talent to explore the essence of people from a psychological and philosophical point of view including the social political and religious context of course He's the whole package White Nights is a novella told by an unnamed narrator who goes for a walk every day and knows everybody by sight; he never talked to any of those people He even imagines conversations with St Petersburg's buildings That's how lonely he feels He's too shy to have any sort of human contact so he just dreams about it Until he meets Nastenka a lonely young girl with a painful story and they become friends For the first time talking to buildings guy had someone to spend time with to talk about anything Anyway this novel ends in such a way that shows you what a pure soul this lonely man had A truly unselfish ending I even forgot the fact that this man seemed too damn needy I personally don't like a person that desperate for some human contact You can be desperate but don't show it that much don't expose yourself that much because most of the times the other person doesn't deserve it And you let it all out you share your story and let them see your heart for nothing And that might be the cheesiest thing I ever wrote but it is trueDespite all that I loved it If you know what it's like to live in a love hate relationship with solitude and to have this one single moment of true happiness repeating itself in your mind night after night then you will love it tooDostoyevsky had an exceptionally brilliant way to describe his characters their inner processes feelings thoughts and if you can relate to any of them or find them remotely familiar well my friend you're stuck with them You won't forget those people Ever Lucky usNote Yeah I never finished Clockwork Angel Apr 2014 Also on my blog

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    There is a sea of emotions raging beneath what seems to be Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s uncomplicated story White Nights It talks about dreams loneliness failure chance love chivalry and tears How can a soul escape from a life of loneliness and unhappiness? At moments of absolute despair dreaming may seem the only way to survive I know and can truthfully testify to that because I am a dreamer myself The unnamed narrator of Dostoyevsky’s love story comes to tell us of his solitude and pain He begins talking to himself about how is being abandoned in Petersburg by everybody who is leaving for the summer Whether I walked in the Nevsky went to the Gardens or sauntered on the embankment there was not one face of those I had been accustomed to meet at the same time and place all the year They of course do not know me but I know them I know them intimately I have almost made a study of their faces and am delighted when they are gay and downcast when they are under a cloud He has no friends he is unknown with no connections and we only hear him when he talks about his city that he seems to know so well I know the houses too As I walk along they seem to run forward in the streets to look out at me from every window and almost to say “Good morning How do you do? I am uite well thank God and I am to have a new storey in May” or “How are you? I am being redecorated to morrow;” or “I was almost burnt down and had such a fright” and so on Thus how else could he escape this life that entangles him within the city but denies him the comfort of human connections? Only dreaming of a life where he would correct everything that is wrong with his life I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now as so rare that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams I shall be dreaming of you all night a whole week a whole year He dreams of friends and soul mates and all that is possible if only it were all true Could a chance encounter with a distressed lady bring him forth all his heartfelt desires? Could he live out his dream or must they simply remain only dreams? May your sky be clear may your sweet smile be bright and untroubled and may you be blessed for that moment of blissful happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heartMy God a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of a man's life? What else could Dostoyevsky create for our enigmatic dreamer but a whimsical encounter that will lead him to moments of bliss but nevertheless will throw him again in his solitary life despairing over his unreuited love? He tells us about this dreamer that represent each of us in our moments of anguish and melancholy Who has not escape so running away from what we cannot solve? Perhaps I have the soul of a poet but I understand our unknown protagonist and fell for him reading Dostoyevsky’s breathtaking beautiful prose We only have to remember to come back to our mundane life and leave those marvelous moments of fantasy and not brush aside reality altogether as the author’s hero seems to have done Otherwise we risk loneliness greater than we faced before wrapping ourselves in a shroud as if it were death itself I don’t know why I suddenly pictured my room grown old like Matrona The walls and the floors looked discoloured everything seemed dingy; the spiders’ webs were thicker than ever I don’t know why but when I looked out of the window it seemed to me that the house opposite had grown old and dingy too that the stucco on the columns was peeling off and crumbling that the cornices were cracked and blackened

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    All of a sudden it seemed to me as though I the solitary one had been forsaken by the whole world and that the whole world would have nothing to do with meNo doubt that at some point in our lives each of us can relate to the sentiment expressed by the narrator of Dostoyevsky’s short story White Nights A lonely soul a young man wanders the streets of St Petersburg musing over a city left emptied as the crowds flee to the countryside for their holidays He of course has not received an invite to escape with the masses Despite the fact that he makes it a habit to study the faces and emotions of others not one person really knows or understands him He is left behind as always He is a dreamer and finds solace in his fantasies I imagine the white nights of midsummer when the sun continues to shine well into the night in the northern latitudes make one feel even acutely the pain of being alone as his or her solitary figure is illuminated even glaringly by the seemingly everlasting brillianceOne night however becomes different from all others as the narrator embarks on an adventure of sorts by saving a solitary young woman from pursuit by a drunken gentleman A friendship strikes up as the two share their stories with one another The young man is thankful for the newly discovered companionship and proclaims Oh bless you bless you a thousand times my dear for not having turned away from me at first for making it possible for me to say that for at least two evenings in my life I have really lived The story is uite compelling and certainly one that is very relatable Loneliness and unreuited love are indeed universal experiences What I love about reading Dostoyevsky is how penetrating his observance of human emotion However at times I find his writing to be overly sentimental as is the case here I don’t like my romance with too much syrup In fact I’m of a light whipped cream kind of gal forget the syrup altogether I think this is a great place to start if one would like to try reading this author before jumping into one of his rather weighty tomes It will give you a nice feel for his style although from what I understand this is one of his earliest works According to the notes in my copy “Dostoevsky was to re write this story in his true manner of creative artist and thinker seventeen years later under the title Notes from the Underground” I believe I have a copy of that title as well so I think it would be interesting to make a comparison of the two pieces

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    White Nights is an emotional story narrated by an unknown narrator who is the protagonist He tells his story of loneliness and unreuited love The story deals with four nights and a day of his life in which he speaks of how his lonely life was changed forever by the meeting of a young woman and falling in love with her The love remains unreuited as the young woman is already in love with another but he is not angry nor he is in despair when he says may you be forever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart My God a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of a man's life Although the story is simply about a young man's loneliness and unreuited love what is really amazing is the way his emotions and emotional struggle is described so masterfully by Dostoyevsky This 'sentimental story from the diary of a dreamer' talks about a life of a loner how he immersed in his imaginary and dream world to avoid the harsh reality of his loneliness; how his life is changed from dream to reality with the meeting of a young woman as he falls in love and feels there is a dear heart who cares for him and that he is no longer alone; and how when his love was not returned by the young woman once again turn to a dream world from reality where he finds consolation in the moment of happiness he experienced as being enough to sustain for his whole life The entire writing is superbly done that the reader feels that Dostoyevsky is telling your own story I believe all the youth irrespective of time country and culture go through similar emotional stages that this young man in the story goes through For this reason the story feels so close to the reader's heart There is absolutely no word to describe the brilliance of Dostoyevsky His perceptions his vision and his mastery in crafting his thoughts into beautifully written prose have made his undoubtedly the best Russian author of all timeThe second reading took me through the same emotional journey This is one of the very few books that have made me so emotionally moved Dostoevsky's writing is magical He talks straight to your heart His power in writing so beautiful and emotional stories that will so connect with the readers is his extraordinary gift That is why Dostoevsky is so loved and revered even today

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    The novella is subtitled as A sentimental story from the diary of a dreamer I like to look at it as a portrait of the artist as a young man one of his early pieces that is a little overloaded with melodrama and tends to be overshadowed by later heavyweights like Crime and Punishment The Brothers Karamazov and The Idiot My infatuation with White Nights comes by way of Italy and through the vision of Luchino Visconti who adaptaded the story for the silver screen As St Petersburg is sometimes called the Venice of the North among others like Oslo Amsterdam or Brugges it is probably fitting that the Italian film maker choose Venice as the backdrop of the romanceI must have seen this movie at least ten times before going to the source material and falling under its spell all over again I think this is probably one of the most romantic stories written about falling in love for the first time and having your heart broken for the first time touching with the author's characteristic keen insight on something fundamental about our efforts to go out of our shells and connect with another human being I didn't know until looking up the wikipedia article that Visconti is not the only one to be inspired by this story than 150 years old yet still with a contemporary timeless vibe in terms of boy meets girl events the novella has been filmed ten times around the globe and probably will be adapted again with new backgrounds and new costumes but with the same passionThe are few portraits of Dostoyevsky as a young man most of them are of an elderly bearded and frowning gentleman contemplating complex and torturous thoughts In one of the few references to his school days several people described him as a pale introverted dreamer and an over excitable romantic source wikipedia This is exactly how I would describe the unnamed first person narrator of White Nights pointing to an autobiographical inspiration for the story It was a wonderful night such a night as it is only possible when we are young dear reader The sky was so starry so bright that looking at it one could not help asking oneself whether ill humoured and capricious people could live under such a sky This is a youthful uestion too dear reader very youthful but may the lord put it freuently into your heart It is springtime in Petersburg and our hero is restlessly and aimlessly walking through the streets of the city not unlike the lonely hunters of Carson McCullers absorbing sights and sounds and smells that he can only keep bottled inside in the absence of anybody to share his feelings His steps lead him out of the city among fields and canals and forests It was as though I had suddenly found myself in Italy so strong was the effect of nature upon a half sick townsman like me almost stifling between city walls I walked along singing for when I am happy I am always humming to myself like every happy man who has no friend or acuaintance with whom to share his joy Suddenly I had a most unexpected adventure There she is alone on a bridge by the Neva embankment as the night descents over the city a young girl alone and in distress The poor boy's heart doesn't stand a chance he falls for her like a ton of bricks They continue to meet only at night and tell each other their life storiesHe is a self confessed loner and dreamer I have lived as they say keeping myself to myself that is utterly alone alone entirely alone Do you know what it means to be alone? But with this new audience the words jump out of him as if a dam had burst and all the pent up emotion must get out in a single paasionate outburst Much as I would like to I couldn't uote his whole speech as it goes on for page after page but I recognized both the feeling and the sudden enthusiasm from my own sleepless nights beside a new girl And we did not know what to say we laughed we wept we said thousands of things meaningless and incoherent; at one moment we walked along the pavement then suddenly turned back and crossed the road; then we stopped and went back again to the embankment; we were like children One of the interesting aspects of the two accounts is how similar they are both loners yet each tale is individualy suited to their personalities The boy falls in love first with the idea of being in love before he even meets the girl of his dreams His love is a product of his imagination having little to do with the real world he inhabits Nastenka is for him a dream made flesh by a miraculous and lucky chance encounter It feels almost like any girl would have been adeuate to his needs long as she was willing to accept his devotion And you know this fantastic world of fairyland is so easily so naturally created As though it were not a delusionWhy is it that whole sleepless nights pass like a flash in inexhaustible gladness and happiness and when the dawn gleams rosy at the window and daybreak floods the gloomy room with uncertain fantastic light as in Petersburg our dreamer worn out and exhausted flings himself on his bed and drops asleep with thrills of delight in his morbidly overwrought spirit and with a weary sweet ache in his heart? The girl Nastenka is also ready for love wearing her heart out on her sleeve But her story enchanting and delicate and filled with longing as it may be is much coherent and focused on practicalities Alas somebody else has awakened these tender feelings in her life and our narrator pretty soon discovers how it feels to be put firmly in the friendzone Yeah I know Girls have an infallible instinct for dangling you on their little fingers like a marionette neither going all in nor letting you off the hook But for the moment a brief moment it seems possible these two youths might make it from illicit night encounters to full daylight bliss But how fine joy and happiness makes anyone How brimming over with love the heart is One seems longing to pour out one's whole heart; one wants everything to be gay everything to be laughing And how infectious that joy is Like a seesaw or a rollercoaster ride the romantic soul knows not of the tranuil even tempered journeys into domestic bliss It oscillates between extremes of happiness and depression that leaves the owner exhausted spent out marooned back on his fortress of solitude The best passages in the novella are saved for last and are adressed directly to the readers urging us to seize the day and make hay while we're young Where have you buried your best days? Have you lived or not? Look one says to oneself look how cold the world is growing Some years will pass and after them will come gloomy solitude; then will come old age trembling on its crutch and after it misery and desolation Your fantastic world will grow pale your dreams will fade and die and will fall like the yellow leaves from the trees One of the all time favorite uotes on Goodreads is by Dr Seuss “Don't cry because it's over smile because it happened” Dostoyevsky finishes the novella with an early variant of the same feeling tempered by some of his Slav gloominess May your sky be clear may your sweet smile be bright and untroubled and may you be blessed for that moment of blissful happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heartMy God a whole moment of happiness Is that too little for the whole of a man's life? The answer my friends is blowin' in the wind sorry maybe inappropriate but I couldn't resist the impulseI would recommend this story to any reader who is shy about embarking on one of the big novels of Dostoyevsky as accessible yet very beautifully written with some of the almost violent intensity of emotion and astute psychological observations that are his trademark