Stand by him? I’ll stand by him to the end.
When others waver, Razumihin answers with a promise, not a theory. The simple vow carries weight because he’ll soon have to live it under pressure. Repetition (“stand… stand…”) beats like a drum of fidelity amid suspicion and fear. His loyalty doesn’t excuse wrongdoing; it refuses abandonment. This is what the novel proposes as the antidote to nihilism: steadfast, ordinary goodness. In a story about pride, Razumihin’s constancy is quietly radical.