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Thu 13 Oct, 2005 12:14 pm
Everything was revealing that these highly impressive and somber fences
circle the world of a very special literary. The one of a heavy style or
fashion if a talent can be measured with the stones used in building these
fences.
-"Who does live here, guider?"
He looked at where I pointed, and spluttered," This is Dostoyevsky's
world. There are a lot of epilepsy, strife, decadent family relationships,
madness, and tension. It's Russia before revolution in 1917. The tzar
Russia where everything was predicting a dangerous change".
Then, he smiled in pity, and said," Do you want to visit it? You already had
a previous invitation, but you preferred to go for the five buccaneers'
world to ride the motorcycle behind Techtech!!
- "That wasn't too bad. I methought that the purpose of fantasia is to
amuse me, not to get a PHD in literature.