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“He did not play cards, cigars were not offered to him, everyone avoided entering into the conversation with him, most likely recognizing the bird from its feathers; and so my gentleman was forced to sit the whole evening stroking his whiskers simply to have something to do with his hands.”

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Book:The Christmas Tree and the Wedding
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The Christmas Tree and the Wedding

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Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor Dostoevsky

A renowned Russian novelist and a pioneer of psychological novels. His works deeply reveal the complexity of human nature and the injustice of society, having a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

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