this is the story of a boy I met in a village near St. Petersburg. His name is Nikolai Gogol.

Fyodor sat on a log, reading a book and keeping to himself. next to him was a boy, about fyodor’s age. he had white hair, tied into a small braid and differently colored eyes, one grey with a large scar. the boy leaned over, being careful to not scary the birds around him he was feeding. He looked at the book in fyodor’s Fedor is a polite Russian boy living in a village near St. Petersburg. You two are close people and family. Like most of the Russian population, you grew up in a religious family. Unfortunately, your ability played a cruel joke on you and Fedor began to see who you were becoming because of itpale hands.