Idiot. Dostoevsky F.M.

Prince Lev Nikolaevich Myshkin returns to Russia after being in the sanatorium and is drawn into a complex love triangle. His sincere impulses and feelings face the cruel world of jealousy, pride and satiety of others.

Such rich stories are always “doomed” to cause an automatic effect of presence in the reader. The secret is not only and not so much in event and downs as in the perfectly written characters and electric discharges between them. The sum of all the terms is the transformation of the effect of the presence into the “effect of complicity”: plunging into the novel, you will first become an invisible witness of events, and then get together with the main character so firmly that watching it with your eyes and measure his world with the beating of your own heart. And then the main question arises: how to survive in this world, which seemed fictional and suddenly became so real, and how could not go crazy here. In the end, can society determine the degree of someone’s “normality”? In general, which of us is Prince Myshkin?