feat_summary_path: finished_summaries/sparknotes/The Brothers Karamazov/section_1_part_4.txt
feat_book_id: The Brothers Karamazov.book 2.chapter 4
feat_summary_id: book 2, chapter 4
feat_summary: {"name": "book 2, Chapter 4", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20210305110438/https://www.sparknotes.com/lit/brothersk/section2/", "summary": "A Lady of Little Faith Zosima then speaks to Madame Khokhlakov, a wealthy landowner who has met him before, and her daughter Lise, a girl with a mischievous look on her face. Madame Khokhlakov tells Zosima that his prayers have healed her daughter, who has been ill and unable to walk, but Zosima suspects that Lise's recovery is incomplete. Madame Khokhlakov says that she is beset with religious doubt--she not only has trouble believing in the immortality of the soul, she finds it impossible to perform charitable works without expecting praise and admiration in return. Zosima tells her not to worry, but to practice active, committed love for mankind, and God will forgive her flaws simply by virtue of the fact that she is aware of them. In the meantime, Lise teases the self-conscious Alyosha: Lise says that Alyosha was her childhood friend, but since he came to the monastery he never visits her anymore. Zosima warmly promises her that Alyosha will visit her soon.", "analysis": "Book II: An Inappropriate Gathering, Chapters 1-4 Through the character of Zosima, Dostoevsky establishes a relationship between love and truth. As displayed in these chapters, the two qualities Zosima values above all others are love and honesty, particularly honesty with oneself. He connects these two ideas intimately: he tells both Fyodor Pavlovich and Madame Khokhlakov that they must be honest with themselves because a dishonest person loses the ability to distinguish truth from falsehood, and thus loses the ability to respect and love other people. In Zosima's view, the ability to love is based on the ability to recognize truth. He explains that if a person cannot believe in himself, he will quickly become suspicious of everyone around him, assuming that the world is full of lies. Because he cannot believe in his own perceptions, he will become unable to tell lies from truth, and because he is corrupted by his own dishonesty, he will suspect that everything is a lie. By becoming suspicious, he loses his respect for others and thus his ability to love them. This mode of reasoning represents a philosophy of doubt that opposes Alyosha's loving faith. The process described by Zosima here is an incredibly incisive description of Fyodor Pavlovich's personality and the road he has taken to arrive at it, but to a greater or lesser extent, it becomes relevant to nearly every character in the novel, including Ivan and Dmitri. Ivan's speculation--if the soul is not immortal, then there is no morality at all, and people might as well live simply to satisfy their own selfish appetites--links the personality differences between the major characters to broad questions of philosophy and religious faith. Ivan's troubling hypothesis prompts us to consider the difference between Alyosha's selfless goodness and Fyodor Pavlovich's selfish evil. Zosima is thus a central character in the early part of the novel, even though his role in the larger narrative is comparatively small, because he draws the connections between faith and goodness for us, helping us to understand the main characters. He is the first character in the novel to articulate some of Dostoevsky's great themes. He is also important because of the role he plays in the mind of Alyosha, who venerates him absolutely. A great part of Alyosha's moral feeling--his kindness, his desire to help others, his modesty--has been influenced by Zosima, and through Alyosha, Zosima's example influences some of the most important actions in the novel. Zosima's goodness causes us to see the flaws in the other characters. All of the other characters are troubled by some irritation or concern, some earthly flaw that makes them seem fallible and even petty in comparison to the saintly Zosima. Even Alyosha, who is relatively saintly himself, is made mortal in these chapters by his embarrassment over his family's behavior in front of Zosima, and later by his awkwardness around Lise. Miusov's flaw is his hatred of Fyodor Pavlovich, which fills him with an uncontrollable anger nearly every time Fyodor Pavlovich speaks. For his part, Fyodor Pavlovich is almost entirely fallible and flawed--he is obnoxious, disrespectful, vulgar, and dishonest, and he delights in intentionally irritating the other characters with his brutish humor and his buffoonery. The only person who is not made uncomfortable by Fyodor Pavlovich's brazen behavior is Zosima, which illustrates Zosima's own high level of spirituality. Only Zosima possesses the inner serenity and the unshakable love of mankind necessary to overlook Fyodor Pavlovich's ugly personality and tolerate his boorish behavior. Fyodor Pavlovich's children, as represented by Alyosha in this section, find him much harder to take"}
text: Chapter IV. A Lady Of Little Faith
  
  
  A visitor looking on the scene of his conversation with the peasants and
  his blessing them shed silent tears and wiped them away with her
  handkerchief. She was a sentimental society lady of genuinely good
  disposition in many respects. When the elder went up to her at last she
  met him enthusiastically.
  
  "Ah, what I have been feeling, looking on at this touching scene!..." She
  could not go on for emotion. "Oh, I understand the people's love for you.
  I love the people myself. I want to love them. And who could help loving
  them, our splendid Russian people, so simple in their greatness!"
  
  "How is your daughter's health? You wanted to talk to me again?"
  
  "Oh, I have been urgently begging for it, I have prayed for it! I was
  ready to fall on my knees and kneel for three days at your windows until
  you let me in. We have come, great healer, to express our ardent
  gratitude. You have healed my Lise, healed her completely, merely by
  praying over her last Thursday and laying your hands upon her. We have
  hastened here to kiss those hands, to pour out our feelings and our
  homage."
  
  "What do you mean by healed? But she is still lying down in her chair."
  
  "But her night fevers have entirely ceased ever since Thursday," said the
  lady with nervous haste. "And that's not all. Her legs are stronger. This
  morning she got up well; she had slept all night. Look at her rosy cheeks,
  her bright eyes! She used to be always crying, but now she laughs and is
  gay and happy. This morning she insisted on my letting her stand up, and
  she stood up for a whole minute without any support. She wagers that in a
  fortnight she'll be dancing a quadrille. I've called in Doctor
  Herzenstube. He shrugged his shoulders and said, 'I am amazed; I can make
  nothing of it.' And would you have us not come here to disturb you, not
  fly here to thank you? Lise, thank him--thank him!"
  
  Lise's pretty little laughing face became suddenly serious. She rose in
  her chair as far as she could and, looking at the elder, clasped her hands
  before him, but could not restrain herself and broke into laughter.
  
  "It's at him," she said, pointing to Alyosha, with childish vexation at
  herself for not being able to repress her mirth.
  
  If any one had looked at Alyosha standing a step behind the elder, he
  would have caught a quick flush crimsoning his cheeks in an instant. His
  eyes shone and he looked down.
  
  "She has a message for you, Alexey Fyodorovitch. How are you?" the mother
  went on, holding out her exquisitely gloved hand to Alyosha.
  
  The elder turned round and all at once looked attentively at Alyosha. The
  latter went nearer to Lise and, smiling in a strangely awkward way, held
  out his hand to her too. Lise assumed an important air.
  
  "Katerina Ivanovna has sent you this through me." She handed him a little
  note. "She particularly begs you to go and see her as soon as possible;
  that you will not fail her, but will be sure to come."
  
  "She asks me to go and see her? Me? What for?" Alyosha muttered in great
  astonishment. His face at once looked anxious. "Oh, it's all to do with
  Dmitri Fyodorovitch and--what has happened lately," the mother explained
  hurriedly. "Katerina Ivanovna has made up her mind, but she must see you
  about it.... Why, of course, I can't say. But she wants to see you at
  once. And you will go to her, of course. It is a Christian duty."
  
  "I have only seen her once," Alyosha protested with the same perplexity.
  
  "Oh, she is such a lofty, incomparable creature! If only for her
  suffering.... Think what she has gone through, what she is enduring now!
  Think what awaits her! It's all terrible, terrible!"
  
  "Very well, I will come," Alyosha decided, after rapidly scanning the
  brief, enigmatic note, which consisted of an urgent entreaty that he would
  come, without any sort of explanation.
  
  "Oh, how sweet and generous that would be of you!" cried Lise with sudden
  animation. "I told mamma you'd be sure not to go. I said you were saving
  your soul. How splendid you are! I've always thought you were splendid.
  How glad I am to tell you so!"
  
  "Lise!" said her mother impressively, though she smiled after she had said
  it.
  
  "You have quite forgotten us, Alexey Fyodorovitch," she said; "you never
  come to see us. Yet Lise has told me twice that she is never happy except
  with you."
  
  Alyosha raised his downcast eyes and again flushed, and again smiled
  without knowing why. But the elder was no longer watching him. He had
  begun talking to a monk who, as mentioned before, had been awaiting his
  entrance by Lise's chair. He was evidently a monk of the humblest, that is
  of the peasant, class, of a narrow outlook, but a true believer, and, in
  his own way, a stubborn one. He announced that he had come from the far
  north, from Obdorsk, from Saint Sylvester, and was a member of a poor
  monastery, consisting of only ten monks. The elder gave him his blessing
  and invited him to come to his cell whenever he liked.
  
  "How can you presume to do such deeds?" the monk asked suddenly, pointing
  solemnly and significantly at Lise. He was referring to her "healing."
  
  "It's too early, of course, to speak of that. Relief is not complete cure,
  and may proceed from different causes. But if there has been any healing,
  it is by no power but God's will. It's all from God. Visit me, Father," he
  added to the monk. "It's not often I can see visitors. I am ill, and I
  know that my days are numbered."
  
  "Oh, no, no! God will not take you from us. You will live a long, long
  time yet," cried the lady. "And in what way are you ill? You look so well,
  so gay and happy."
  
  "I am extraordinarily better to-day. But I know that it's only for a
  moment. I understand my disease now thoroughly. If I seem so happy to you,
  you could never say anything that would please me so much. For men are
  made for happiness, and any one who is completely happy has a right to say
  to himself, 'I am doing God's will on earth.' All the righteous, all the
  saints, all the holy martyrs were happy."
  
  "Oh, how you speak! What bold and lofty words!" cried the lady. "You seem
  to pierce with your words. And yet--happiness, happiness--where is it? Who
  can say of himself that he is happy? Oh, since you have been so good as to
  let us see you once more to-day, let me tell you what I could not utter
  last time, what I dared not say, all I am suffering and have been for so
  long! I am suffering! Forgive me! I am suffering!"
  
  And in a rush of fervent feeling she clasped her hands before him.
  
  "From what specially?"
  
  "I suffer ... from lack of faith."
  
  "Lack of faith in God?"
  
  "Oh, no, no! I dare not even think of that. But the future life--it is such
  an enigma! And no one, no one can solve it. Listen! You are a healer, you
  are deeply versed in the human soul, and of course I dare not expect you
  to believe me entirely, but I assure you on my word of honor that I am not
  speaking lightly now. The thought of the life beyond the grave distracts
  me to anguish, to terror. And I don't know to whom to appeal, and have not
  dared to all my life. And now I am so bold as to ask you. Oh, God! What
  will you think of me now?"
  
  She clasped her hands.
  
  "Don't distress yourself about my opinion of you," said the elder. "I
  quite believe in the sincerity of your suffering."
  
  "Oh, how thankful I am to you! You see, I shut my eyes and ask myself if
  every one has faith, where did it come from? And then they do say that it
  all comes from terror at the menacing phenomena of nature, and that none
  of it's real. And I say to myself, 'What if I've been believing all my
  life, and when I come to die there's nothing but the burdocks growing on
  my grave?' as I read in some author. It's awful! How--how can I get back my
  faith? But I only believed when I was a little child, mechanically,
  without thinking of anything. How, how is one to prove it? I have come now
  to lay my soul before you and to ask you about it. If I let this chance
  slip, no one all my life will answer me. How can I prove it? How can I
  convince myself? Oh, how unhappy I am! I stand and look about me and see
  that scarcely any one else cares; no one troubles his head about it, and
  I'm the only one who can't stand it. It's deadly--deadly!"
  
  "No doubt. But there's no proving it, though you can be convinced of it."
  
  "How?"
  
  "By the experience of active love. Strive to love your neighbor actively
  and indefatigably. In as far as you advance in love you will grow surer of
  the reality of God and of the immortality of your soul. If you attain to
  perfect self-forgetfulness in the love of your neighbor, then you will
  believe without doubt, and no doubt can possibly enter your soul. This has
  been tried. This is certain."
  
  "In active love? There's another question--and such a question! You see, I
  so love humanity that--would you believe it?--I often dream of forsaking all
  that I have, leaving Lise, and becoming a sister of mercy. I close my eyes
  and think and dream, and at that moment I feel full of strength to
  overcome all obstacles. No wounds, no festering sores could at that moment
  frighten me. I would bind them up and wash them with my own hands. I would
  nurse the afflicted. I would be ready to kiss such wounds."
  
  "It is much, and well that your mind is full of such dreams and not
  others. Sometime, unawares, you may do a good deed in reality."
  
  "Yes. But could I endure such a life for long?" the lady went on
  fervently, almost frantically. "That's the chief question--that's my most
  agonizing question. I shut my eyes and ask myself, 'Would you persevere
  long on that path? And if the patient whose wounds you are washing did not
  meet you with gratitude, but worried you with his whims, without valuing
  or remarking your charitable services, began abusing you and rudely
  commanding you, and complaining to the superior authorities of you (which
  often happens when people are in great suffering)--what then? Would you
  persevere in your love, or not?' And do you know, I came with horror to
  the conclusion that, if anything could dissipate my love to humanity, it
  would be ingratitude. In short, I am a hired servant, I expect my payment
  at once--that is, praise, and the repayment of love with love. Otherwise I
  am incapable of loving any one."
  
  She was in a very paroxysm of self-castigation, and, concluding, she
  looked with defiant resolution at the elder.
  
  "It's just the same story as a doctor once told me," observed the elder.
  "He was a man getting on in years, and undoubtedly clever. He spoke as
  frankly as you, though in jest, in bitter jest. 'I love humanity,' he
  said, 'but I wonder at myself. The more I love humanity in general, the
  less I love man in particular. In my dreams,' he said, 'I have often come
  to making enthusiastic schemes for the service of humanity, and perhaps I
  might actually have faced crucifixion if it had been suddenly necessary;
  and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with any one for two
  days together, as I know by experience. As soon as any one is near me, his
  personality disturbs my self-complacency and restricts my freedom. In
  twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he's too
  long over his dinner; another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing
  his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But
  it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more
  ardent becomes my love for humanity.' "
  
  "But what's to be done? What can one do in such a case? Must one despair?"
  
  "No. It is enough that you are distressed at it. Do what you can, and it
  will be reckoned unto you. Much is done already in you since you can so
  deeply and sincerely know yourself. If you have been talking to me so
  sincerely, simply to gain approbation for your frankness, as you did from
  me just now, then of course you will not attain to anything in the
  achievement of real love; it will all get no further than dreams, and your
  whole life will slip away like a phantom. In that case you will naturally
  cease to think of the future life too, and will of yourself grow calmer
  after a fashion in the end."
  
  "You have crushed me! Only now, as you speak, I understand that I was
  really only seeking your approbation for my sincerity when I told you I
  could not endure ingratitude. You have revealed me to myself. You have
  seen through me and explained me to myself!"
  
  "Are you speaking the truth? Well, now, after such a confession, I believe
  that you are sincere and good at heart. If you do not attain happiness,
  always remember that you are on the right road, and try not to leave it.
  Above all, avoid falsehood, every kind of falsehood, especially falseness
  to yourself. Watch over your own deceitfulness and look into it every
  hour, every minute. Avoid being scornful, both to others and to yourself.
  What seems to you bad within you will grow purer from the very fact of
  your observing it in yourself. Avoid fear, too, though fear is only the
  consequence of every sort of falsehood. Never be frightened at your own
  faint-heartedness in attaining love. Don't be frightened overmuch even at
  your evil actions. I am sorry I can say nothing more consoling to you, for
  love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.
  Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in
  the sight of all. Men will even give their lives if only the ordeal does
  not last long but is soon over, with all looking on and applauding as
  though on the stage. But active love is labor and fortitude, and for some
  people too, perhaps, a complete science. But I predict that just when you
  see with horror that in spite of all your efforts you are getting farther
  from your goal instead of nearer to it--at that very moment I predict that
  you will reach it and behold clearly the miraculous power of the Lord who
  has been all the time loving and mysteriously guiding you. Forgive me for
  not being able to stay longer with you. They are waiting for me. Good-by."
  
  The lady was weeping.
  
  "Lise, Lise! Bless her--bless her!" she cried, starting up suddenly.
  
  "She does not deserve to be loved. I have seen her naughtiness all along,"
  the elder said jestingly. "Why have you been laughing at Alexey?"
  
  Lise had in fact been occupied in mocking at him all the time. She had
  noticed before that Alyosha was shy and tried not to look at her, and she
  found this extremely amusing. She waited intently to catch his eye.
  Alyosha, unable to endure her persistent stare, was irresistibly and
  suddenly drawn to glance at her, and at once she smiled triumphantly in
  his face. Alyosha was even more disconcerted and vexed. At last he turned
  away from her altogether and hid behind the elder's back. After a few
  minutes, drawn by the same irresistible force, he turned again to see
  whether he was being looked at or not, and found Lise almost hanging out
  of her chair to peep sideways at him, eagerly waiting for him to look.
  Catching his eye, she laughed so that the elder could not help saying,
  "Why do you make fun of him like that, naughty girl?"
  
  Lise suddenly and quite unexpectedly blushed. Her eyes flashed and her
  face became quite serious. She began speaking quickly and nervously in a
  warm and resentful voice:
  
  "Why has he forgotten everything, then? He used to carry me about when I
  was little. We used to play together. He used to come to teach me to read,
  do you know. Two years ago, when he went away, he said that he would never
  forget me, that we were friends for ever, for ever, for ever! And now he's
  afraid of me all at once. Am I going to eat him? Why doesn't he want to
  come near me? Why doesn't he talk? Why won't he come and see us? It's not
  that you won't let him. We know that he goes everywhere. It's not good
  manners for me to invite him. He ought to have thought of it first, if he
  hasn't forgotten me. No, now he's saving his soul! Why have you put that
  long gown on him? If he runs he'll fall."
  
  And suddenly she hid her face in her hand and went off into irresistible,
  prolonged, nervous, inaudible laughter. The elder listened to her with a
  smile, and blessed her tenderly. As she kissed his hand she suddenly
  pressed it to her eyes and began crying.
  
  "Don't be angry with me. I'm silly and good for nothing ... and perhaps
  Alyosha's right, quite right, in not wanting to come and see such a
  ridiculous girl."
  
  "I will certainly send him," said the elder.
  
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: book 2, Chapter 4
target: A Lady of Little Faith Zosima then speaks to Madame Khokhlakov, a wealthy landowner who has met him before, and her daughter Lise, a girl with a mischievous look on her face. Madame Khokhlakov tells Zosima that his prayers have healed her daughter, who has been ill and unable to walk, but Zosima suspects that Lise's recovery is incomplete. Madame Khokhlakov says that she is beset with religious doubt--she not only has trouble believing in the immortality of the soul, she finds it impossible to perform charitable works without expecting praise and admiration in return. Zosima tells her not to worry, but to practice active, committed love for mankind, and God will forgive her flaws simply by virtue of the fact that she is aware of them. In the meantime, Lise teases the self-conscious Alyosha: Lise says that Alyosha was her childhood friend, but since he came to the monastery he never visits her anymore. Zosima warmly promises her that Alyosha will visit her soon.
feat_summary_analysis: Book II: An Inappropriate Gathering, Chapters 1-4 Through the character of Zosima, Dostoevsky establishes a relationship between love and truth. As displayed in these chapters, the two qualities Zosima values above all others are love and honesty, particularly honesty with oneself. He connects these two ideas intimately: he tells both Fyodor Pavlovich and Madame Khokhlakov that they must be honest with themselves because a dishonest person loses the ability to distinguish truth from falsehood, and thus loses the ability to respect and love other people. In Zosima's view, the ability to love is based on the ability to recognize truth. He explains that if a person cannot believe in himself, he will quickly become suspicious of everyone around him, assuming that the world is full of lies. Because he cannot believe in his own perceptions, he will become unable to tell lies from truth, and because he is corrupted by his own dishonesty, he will suspect that everything is a lie. By becoming suspicious, he loses his respect for others and thus his ability to love them. This mode of reasoning represents a philosophy of doubt that opposes Alyosha's loving faith. The process described by Zosima here is an incredibly incisive description of Fyodor Pavlovich's personality and the road he has taken to arrive at it, but to a greater or lesser extent, it becomes relevant to nearly every character in the novel, including Ivan and Dmitri. Ivan's speculation--if the soul is not immortal, then there is no morality at all, and people might as well live simply to satisfy their own selfish appetites--links the personality differences between the major characters to broad questions of philosophy and religious faith. Ivan's troubling hypothesis prompts us to consider the difference between Alyosha's selfless goodness and Fyodor Pavlovich's selfish evil. Zosima is thus a central character in the early part of the novel, even though his role in the larger narrative is comparatively small, because he draws the connections between faith and goodness for us, helping us to understand the main characters. He is the first character in the novel to articulate some of Dostoevsky's great themes. He is also important because of the role he plays in the mind of Alyosha, who venerates him absolutely. A great part of Alyosha's moral feeling--his kindness, his desire to help others, his modesty--has been influenced by Zosima, and through Alyosha, Zosima's example influences some of the most important actions in the novel. Zosima's goodness causes us to see the flaws in the other characters. All of the other characters are troubled by some irritation or concern, some earthly flaw that makes them seem fallible and even petty in comparison to the saintly Zosima. Even Alyosha, who is relatively saintly himself, is made mortal in these chapters by his embarrassment over his family's behavior in front of Zosima, and later by his awkwardness around Lise. Miusov's flaw is his hatred of Fyodor Pavlovich, which fills him with an uncontrollable anger nearly every time Fyodor Pavlovich speaks. For his part, Fyodor Pavlovich is almost entirely fallible and flawed--he is obnoxious, disrespectful, vulgar, and dishonest, and he delights in intentionally irritating the other characters with his brutish humor and his buffoonery. The only person who is not made uncomfortable by Fyodor Pavlovich's brazen behavior is Zosima, which illustrates Zosima's own high level of spirituality. Only Zosima possesses the inner serenity and the unshakable love of mankind necessary to overlook Fyodor Pavlovich's ugly personality and tolerate his boorish behavior. Fyodor Pavlovich's children, as represented by Alyosha in this section, find him much harder to take