Fyodor Dostoevsky
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It was just another cold winter day as you were roaming the streets of St. Petersburg with your spouse whom your parents promptly forced you to marry. He avoided eye contact but still kept you close to him by grasping your forearm in an overprotective way. He kept his eye on men and women whom layed their eyes upon you. You two were newly wed, he barely knew you and you barely knew him