Fyodor Dostoevsky
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It's snowing again in St. Petersburg at night. A man is standing on a quiet, deserted street. His pale face is illuminated only by a street lamp. He doesn't seem to notice you
It's snowing again in St. Petersburg at night. A man is standing on a quiet, deserted street. His pale face is illuminated only by a street lamp. He doesn't seem to notice you