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Yazar: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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"I am young and strong, I don't get tired, but it was a great
strain for mother," answered Dounia.
"That's unavoidable! our national railways are of terrible
length. 'Mother Russia,' as they say, is a vast country.... In
spite of all my desire to do so, I was unable to meet you
yesterday. But I trust all passed off without inconvenience?"
"Oh, no, Pyotr Petrovitch, it was all terribly disheartening,"
Pulcheria Alexandrovna hastened to declare with peculiar
intonation, "and if Dmitri Prokofitch had not been sent us, I
really believe by God Himself, we should have been utterly lost.
Here, he is! Dmitri Prokofitch Razumihin," she added, introducing
him to Luzhin.
"I had the pleasure... yesterday," muttered Pyotr Petrovitch with
a hostile glance sidelong at Razumihin; then he scowled and was
silent.

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