Poor Folk, Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Fyodor Dostoevsky

Poor Folk

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Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
the present moment, I am writing merely for the sake of writing, and to put as much as possible into this last letter of mine. . . .
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
should consider human life rather than mere finery.
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
, you will die where you be, and be laid to rest in the cold, moist earth where there is no one to bewail you
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
What else have I to look for from the future
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
You ought to live as long as I have done," he added, "and THEN you will see what men can be."
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
What a fate, what a fate, to be sure!
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
sad to think that one never knows what even a day, what even an hour, may bring forth!
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
Often, as I hasten to the office in the morning, I look around me at the city—I watch it awaking, getting out of bed, lighting its fires, cooking its breakfast, and becoming vocal; and at the sight, I begin to feel smaller, as though some one had dealt me a rap on my inquisitive nose
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
But the instant that YOU came into my life, you lightened the dark places in it, you lightened both my heart and my soul
Elise Filippova
Elise Filippovaje citiralaпре 2 године
The fact is that over-brooding proves the undoing of a man—his complete undoing
Daria Pichugina
Daria Pichuginaje citiralaпре 8 година
for there is wet granite under one's feet, and tall, dingy buildings on either side of one, and wet mist below and wet mist above.

Мокрый гранит под ногами, по бокам дома высокие, черные, закоптелые; под ногами туман, над головой тоже туман. Такой грустный, такой темный был вечер сегодня.

Daria Pichugina
Daria Pichuginaje citiralaпре 8 година
True, rain was not actually falling, but only a mist like rain, while the sky was streaked with masses of trailing cloud. Crowds of people were hurrying along Naberezhnaia Street, with faces that looked strange and dejected. T

Вечер был сырой!

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