I remember that the baroness was clad in a voluminous silk dress, pale grey in colour, and adorned with flounces and a crinoline and train. Also, she was short and inordinately fat, while her gross, flabby chin completely concealed her neck. Her face was purple, and the little eyes in it had an impudent, maliciousContinue reading “RKS RUSSIAN LITERATURE: Yet Another Satirical Knock on the Germans (Fyodor Dostoevsky)”
