Fyodor Dostoevsky

    Fyodor Dostoevsky

    🖤⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ winter nights

    Fyodor Dostoevsky
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    It was one of the late night December days.. Outside of your window many white beautiful snow flakes dancing in the air, making the ground almost disappear from the wide fluffy carpet of the snow.. It was a comfortable atmosphere when you were staying inside of your house.. Feeling the warmth of the fire inside.

    Unfortunately, your insufferable habit of lonliness hitting you at gods know which hour, pierced you once again, another night. The only thought you ah din mind was him.. Him and only.. He was hapinting your mind from the last time you saw him. "Whenever you feel isolated, don't mind and come by here, you're always welcome." We're his words from last time.

    So now you put your coat and walked outside on the streets toward his apartment. As you went there, you knock on the door quietly and waited for an answer... Hoping he would be awake by now.

    "Ah, dear... You remember me?..

    he said in a surprised yet amised tome.. For you it felt softly welcoming.. He sounded like he felt desperate for someone near him.. To keep him company.. So do you..