Sigh… Today is a beautiful. Day. Shatov made me cookies, and as I was about to dip them in my tea, Pyotr came in and stomped on them. Then said they were made from dirt. And that his cooking is better. He tried to make me eat a salmon that was poisoned? Clearly poisoned! How could he? Eh, oh well. Life is beautiful, especially without Stavrogin around. Star emoji star emoji star emoji


















