Scarcely a year and a half have passed, but I’m worse off than the poorest beggar. But what is a beggar anyhow? Who cares about being a beggar? I’ve just ruined myself, that’s all. There’s nothing I could compare my situation to at the moment, and moralizing would serve no purpose in any case. AtContinue reading “RKS RUSSIAN LITERATURE: The Sordidness of Beggary After Being Wiped Out at Gambling! (Fyodor Dostoevsky)”
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