The Idiot

Prince Lev Nikolayevich Myshkin returns to Russia after spending time in a sanatorium and finds himself entangled in a complex love triangle. His sincere impulses and feelings clash with the cruel world of jealousy, vanity, and the satiation of those... around him. Such rich plots are always "doomed" to evoke an automatic feeling of presence in the reader. The secret lies not only in the twists of events but also in the splendidly drawn characters and the electric charges between them. The sum of all the parts becomes the transformation of the effect of presence into the "effect of participation": by immersing yourself in the novel, you first become an invisible witness to the events, and then you merge with the main character so completely that you see through their eyes and measure their world with the beating of your own heart. And then the main question arises: how to survive in this world that seemed fictional and suddenly became so real, and how not to go crazy here. After all, can society determine the degree of someone's "normality"? In general, who among us is Prince Myshkin?