#dostojevskij

[loveisme]

[lesewut]

’But something mysterious was maturing in her soul… Yes, the old man was right; she had been insulted, her wound could not heal, and she seemed to be deliberately endeavouring to open it up again and again, precisely through this secret action, through this mistrust of us all; it was as if she was feasting on her own pain, on this ‘egoism’ of suffering, if one may put it that way. This tearing open of the wound and this enjoyment of it were understandable to me; this is the pleasure of many humiliated and insulted people who are oppressed by fate and are aware of its injustice.’

’If a fool admits that he is a fool, he is no longer a fool!’

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’Yes, I tore open this wound. They say the full man does not understand the hungry man; but I, Vanya, add that even the hungry man will never understand the hungry man.’

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‘In general, everything that leads to progress, to humanity and to love of mankind; all this is discussed on the basis of current issues. We talk about the public, about the incipient reforms, about love for humanity, about today's leading spirits; we judge them and read their works. Above all, however, we give ourselves the word to be completely honest with each other.’

[degisemem]

[dostoievdkiglamour]

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ㅤㅤㅤ𝝠̸ۨꜲ︭ۨۨ𝗟ꓱ̸݃̈̈𝝢̤̤ۙ𝗖𝗜̶̸̷ㅤㅤ𝗦︭ꓤ̶ۙ𝝠. ꓱ̸݄𝗟̶ۨ𝗘︭̈̈𝗚̷︭ۨۨꜲ̶︭ۙ𝝢𝗖︭ۨ̈̈𝝣̸ . © ꓤ̸̶̈̈͜𝝠̸̷̶︭ۨ

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗦̶ꓤ̸̈̈ . Ꜳ̶ۙꓤ̸̤̤𝝡̶ۨۨΩ̶̸︭𝗡̸̈̈𝗜̶︭ۙ𝗖̶ 𝗈𝗋 𝗦̶̈̈ꓤ̸̤̤ۨۨ𝝠 𝗞̷ۨ𝗜̶︭̈̈ܳ𝗡̸̷̶̤ۘٞ𝗚̸︭. 𔒒̸̷̶̤̤ۙ

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗞̷ۨ𝗜̶︭̈̈ܳ𝗡̸̷̶̤ۘٞ𝗚̸︭ . © 𝝠̸ۨꜲ︭ۨۨ𝗟ꓱ̸݃̈̈𝝢̤̤ۙ𝗖𝗜̶̸̷ ꓱ̸݄𝗟̶ۨ𝗘︭̈̈𝗚̷︭ۨۨꜲ̶︭ۙ𝝢𝗖︭ۨ̈̈𝝣̸ 𝗦̶̈̈ꓤ̸̤̤ۨۨ 𝗞̷ۨ𝗜̶︭̈̈ܳ𝗡̸̷̶̤ۘ.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝖽𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖽𝗄𝗂 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇.

[jmunchy]

This line right here absolutely ruined me. I can't tell you why, it just did.

[yourlocalcriminologist]

Who else?

[thatstudyblrontea]

June 4, 2022

Now, picture this – it's early summer, the weekend of your mom's birthday. Your family is staying in a small town to visit nearby places and celebrate. The drive to the b&b was awful, so your mood is not the best. The place is nice, it's an old town house/barn that belonged to the same family for generations. You go up the stairs, just to enter the bedroom and rest. And — !!! There's a little (free?) library!! Right next to your room!! With a centuries-old small chair to sit!! You're the only family in the place, so – Victorian Ambience background sound on, and off to choose a short enough read! Ended up going with Dostoevskij's White Nights – that late night, reading it in the complete silence that only a small town can offer, felt perfect.

[ofkilljoysandslytherins]

Hey besties is torn linen suspicious? Asking for a cute clown who just murdered an old pawnbroker