falling madly in love with a woman after telling her (and her mother) to her face that she is remarkably similar to her brother in every way is really just all-around incredible behaviour Razumikhin no one is doing it like you do
my roman empire is razumikhin always calling raskolnikov “rodya” or “rodka”, but raskolnikov only ever calling him “razumikhin” i could (and do, to the disparity of my friends and family) talk about that for hours and write a million essays
if i’m going to live with Raskolnikov-level ennui, paranoia, and indecision, i could at least have a best friend who’d beat up his relative defending me for a crime i absolutely committed.
How some straight men in classic literature act: women are smart and beautiful, but they seem so out of reach.
Anyway, here is my best friend. He is so beautiful. He is the one person I can trust. We might have kissed a few times in this novel, like all good friends do. Did I mention how beautiful he is in this feminine way? It takes my breath away.