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المؤلف: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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When he had happened to imagine all this beforehand, he had
sometimes thought that he would be very much afraid. But he was
not very much afraid now, was not afraid at all, indeed. His mind
was even occupied by irrelevant matters, but by nothing for long.
As he passed the Yusupov garden, he was deeply absorbed in
considering the building of great fountains, and of their
refreshing effect on the atmosphere in all the squares. By
degrees he passed to the conviction that if the summer garden
were extended to the field of Mars, and perhaps joined to the
garden of the Mihailovsky Palace, it would be a splendid thing
and a great benefit to the town. Then he was interested by the
question why in all great towns men are not simply driven by
necessity, but in some peculiar way inclined to live in those
parts of the town where there are no gardens nor fountains; where
there is most dirt and smell and all sorts of nastiness.

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