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“And yet the appearance of death was just as awe-inspiring in this little man as it is in a great one: a man who so recently had been walking around, moving, playing whist, signing various documents, and frequently seen amongst the officials with his beetling eyebrows and twitching eye, was now laid out on a table, and the twitch was quite gone from his left eye, although one eyebrow was still raised in an interrogative arch. As to what the deceased was asking, whether he sought to know why he had died or why he had lived--that only God can say.”

Quote by Nikolai Gogol

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Dead Souls

Dead Souls is a satirical novel that delves into the lives of various characters, including a government official, as they navigate the complex and corrupt society of 19th-century Russia. The story is known for its intricate plot and rich character development, offering a critical view of the era's political and social landscape. more

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Nikolai Gogol
Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol was a prominent 19th-century Russian dramatist and novelist. His works are known for their sharp satire and humor, which have had a profound impact on Russian literature. more

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