In My Basement by Fyodor Dostoyevsky.. What is the purpose of human existence? Does the victory of reason mean the fading of emotion? Are we governed by desires or interests? What is the reason for the brilliance that accompanies some people? And the dimness of the light of others regardless of their value? Which is more widespread, a person lying to himself or to others? And to what extent can a person believe his own lies? How much of their reality is represented by the way we see someone? Can an insult push a person to the bottom?

What causes a sick personality like the one described by Dostoevsky?

Is he oppressed or oppressor?

Does he deserve pity or hatred and contempt??

Is it true that some people cannot be changed by anything, not even love??

Finally

Does a person despise himself because he is bad... or does he become bad because he despises himself??

A storm of questions is raised by Dostoevsky through his novel. He has surrounded the features of his character in a brilliant way that makes me stand in amazement.