Der Doppelgänger
Der Doppelgänger, written by Fyodor Dostoyevsky in 1846, follows Yakov Petrovich Goljadkin, a civil servant plagued by insecurities and paranoia. As he encounters his doppelgänger, Goljadkin's psychological turmoil intensifies, exploring themes of identity, societal expectations, and the fragility of self. This novella is notable for its early treatment of hallucinatory themes and is considered one of Dostoyevsky's significant shorter works, showcasing his mastery of psychological fiction.
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“These, gentlemen, are my rules: if I don't succeed, I keep trying; if I do succeed, I keep quiet; and in any case I don't undermine anyone. I'm not an intriguer, and I'm proud of it. I wouldn't make a good diplomat. They also say, gentlemen, that the bird flies to the fowler. That's true, and I'm ready to agree: but who is the fowler here, and who is the bird? That's still a question, gentlemen!””
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Sorrow is concealed in gilded palaces, and there’s no escaping it.””
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“I mean to say, Krestyan Ivanovich, that I go my own way, a particular way. I'm my own particular man and, as it seems to me, I don't depend on anybody. I also go for walks, Krestyan Ivanovich.””
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“ما من انسان يستحق أن يلتفت إليه.””
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“The door from the next room suddenly opened with a timid, quiet creak, as if thus announcing the entrance of a very insignificant person...””
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“A man's perishing here, a man's vanishing from his own sight here, and can't control himself--what sort of wedding can there be!””
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Beside himself with shame and despair, the utterly ruined though perfectly just Mr. Golyadkin dashed headlong away, wherever fate might lead him; but with every step he took, with every thud of his foot on the granite of the pavement, there leapt up as though out of the earth a Mr. Golyadkin precisely the same, perfectly alike, and of a revolting depravity of heart. And all these precisely similar Golyadkins set to running after one another as soon as they appeared, and stretched in a long chain like a file of geese, hobbling after the real Mr. Golyadkin, so there was nowhere to escape from these duplicates”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Bow or not? Call back or not? Recognize him or not?" our hero wondered in indescribable anguish, "or pretend that I am not myself, but somebody else strikingly like me, and look as though nothing were the matter. Simply not I, not I”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“...örneğin ben maskeyi sadece karnavalda, neşeli toplantılarda, yani gerektiği zaman kullanırım, bazı insanlar gibi, tabiri caizse, her gün yüzümde maskeyle dolaşmam.””
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
