In Dostoevsky's The Karamazov Brothers, the rebellion of man comes from the inner side, a side unknown to him, which we can call dark because it is not revealed, it has no light, until it comes to light.
The best example can be found in the second part of the book, chapter seven. Towards the end of the chapter, Alyosha tries to give captain Snegiryov 200 rubles on behalf of Katerina Ivanova, the former fiancée of his brother Dmitri who had offended the captain in a public skirmish between him and the captain, that money is meant to repay the captain for the offence.
Alyosha could have hugged him, he was so pleased. But glancing at him he stopped short. The man was standing with his neck outstretched and his lips protruding, with a pale and frenzied face. His lips were moving as though trying to articulate something; no sound came, but still his lips moved. It was uncanny.
"What is it?" asked Alyosha, startled.
"Alexey Fyodorovitch... I... you," muttered the captain, faltering, looking at him with a strange, wild, fixed stare, and an air of desperate resolution. At the same time there was a sort of grin on his lips. "I... you, sir... wouldn't you like me to show you a little trick I know?" he murmured, suddenly, in a firm rapid whisper, his voice no longer faltering.
"What trick?"
"A pretty trick," whispered the captain. His mouth was twisted on the left side, his left eye was screwed up. He still stared at Alyosha.
"What is the matter? What trick?" Alyosha cried, now thoroughly alarmed.
"Why, look," squealed the captain suddenly, and showing him the two notes which he had been holding by one corner between his thumb and forefinger during the conversation, he crumpled them up savagely and squeezed them tight in his right hand. "Do you see, do you see?" he shrieked, pale and infuriated. And suddenly flinging up his hand, he threw the crumpled notes on the sand. "Do you see?" he shrieked again, pointing to them. "Look there!"
And with wild fury he began trampling them under his heel, gasping and exclaiming as he did so:
"So much for your money! So much for your money! So much for your money! So much for your money!"
Suddenly he darted back and drew himself up before Alyosha, and his whole figure expressed unutterable pride.
"Tell those who sent you that the wisp of tow does not sell his honour," he cried, raising his arm in the air. Then he turned quickly and began to run; but he had not run five steps before he turned completely round and kissed his hand to Alyosha. He ran another five paces and then turned round for the last time. This time his face was not contorted with laughter, but quivering all over with tears. In a tearful, faltering, sobbing voice he cried:
"What should I say to my boy if I took money from you for our shame?"
And then he ran on without turning. Alyosha looked after him, inexpressibly grieved. Oh, he saw that till the very last moment the man had not known he would crumple up and fling away the notes. He did not turn back. Alyosha knew he would not. He would not follow him and call him back, he knew why. When he was out of sight, Alyosha picked up the two notes. They were very much crushed and crumpled, and had been pressed into the sand, but were uninjured and even rustled like new ones when Alyosha unfolded them and smoothed them out. After smoothing them out, he folded them up, put them in his pocket and went to Katerina Ivanovna to report on the success of her commission.
The best example can be found in the second part of the book, chapter seven. Towards the end of the chapter, Alyosha tries to give captain Snegiryov 200 rubles on behalf of Katerina Ivanova, the former fiancée of his brother Dmitri who had offended the captain in a public skirmish between him and the captain, that money is meant to repay the captain for the offence.
The captain is very needy of that money, it is the supernatural possibility to fulfil many dreams of him and of his family, and he seems about to accept the money but suddenly something inside him, unknown and unexpected even to him happens, the rebellion of an overwhelming sense of self-esteem seizes him in such a way that surprises both, Snegiryov and Alyosha. The captain goes into overdrive and manifests how a humble and poor man can be violent even in his cowardly state.
Alyosha could have hugged him, he was so pleased. But glancing at him he stopped short. The man was standing with his neck outstretched and his lips protruding, with a pale and frenzied face. His lips were moving as though trying to articulate something; no sound came, but still his lips moved. It was uncanny.
"What is it?" asked Alyosha, startled.
"Alexey Fyodorovitch... I... you," muttered the captain, faltering, looking at him with a strange, wild, fixed stare, and an air of desperate resolution. At the same time there was a sort of grin on his lips. "I... you, sir... wouldn't you like me to show you a little trick I know?" he murmured, suddenly, in a firm rapid whisper, his voice no longer faltering.
"What trick?"
"A pretty trick," whispered the captain. His mouth was twisted on the left side, his left eye was screwed up. He still stared at Alyosha.
"What is the matter? What trick?" Alyosha cried, now thoroughly alarmed.
"Why, look," squealed the captain suddenly, and showing him the two notes which he had been holding by one corner between his thumb and forefinger during the conversation, he crumpled them up savagely and squeezed them tight in his right hand. "Do you see, do you see?" he shrieked, pale and infuriated. And suddenly flinging up his hand, he threw the crumpled notes on the sand. "Do you see?" he shrieked again, pointing to them. "Look there!"
And with wild fury he began trampling them under his heel, gasping and exclaiming as he did so:
"So much for your money! So much for your money! So much for your money! So much for your money!"
Suddenly he darted back and drew himself up before Alyosha, and his whole figure expressed unutterable pride.
"Tell those who sent you that the wisp of tow does not sell his honour," he cried, raising his arm in the air. Then he turned quickly and began to run; but he had not run five steps before he turned completely round and kissed his hand to Alyosha. He ran another five paces and then turned round for the last time. This time his face was not contorted with laughter, but quivering all over with tears. In a tearful, faltering, sobbing voice he cried:
"What should I say to my boy if I took money from you for our shame?"
And then he ran on without turning. Alyosha looked after him, inexpressibly grieved. Oh, he saw that till the very last moment the man had not known he would crumple up and fling away the notes. He did not turn back. Alyosha knew he would not. He would not follow him and call him back, he knew why. When he was out of sight, Alyosha picked up the two notes. They were very much crushed and crumpled, and had been pressed into the sand, but were uninjured and even rustled like new ones when Alyosha unfolded them and smoothed them out. After smoothing them out, he folded them up, put them in his pocket and went to Katerina Ivanovna to report on the success of her commission.
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