The Idiot

Prince Lev Nikolaevich Myshkin returns to Russia after staying in a sanatorium and finds himself embroiled in a complex love triangle. His sincere impulses and feelings clash with the cruel world of jealousy, egoism, and the saturation of those around... him. Such rich plots are always "doomed" to evoke in the reader an automatic effect of presence. The secret lies not only in the twists and turns of the events but also in the magnificently crafted characters and the electric charges between them. The sum of all components is the transformation of the effect of presence into the "effect of participation": immersing yourself in the novel, you initially become an invisible witness to the events, and then merge with the main character so deeply that you see through his eyes and measure his 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 insane here. After all, can society determine the degree of someone’s "normality"? Overall, who among us is Prince Myshkin?