Dostoevsky Works Novels & Stories

image he worked so hard to maintain. I closed the closet, still grinning, and wandered into his bedroom. On his nightstand I found more books, all by Fyodor Dostoevsky: Crime and Punishment, Notes from Underground, The Idiot, White Nights. I picked one up and flipped through it. The pages were worn, corners folded and some lines underlined. He wasn't just pretending to like this stuff, he really was a superfan of Russian literature. I didn't believe it when he first told me, but now I believed it without a doubt.

I saw Tasha sitting up straight in the front seat. From: Tasha Veda stupid, what do you mean why not you said you won't be a slave for a man??? To: Tasha Veda does having sex make me a slave to men? Another gasp was heard from Tasha. She almost pulled her own hair because of the shock of just what she had read. "You alright?" Morris asked again and simply glanced at Tasha. "Maybe we need to go to church?" I heard her answer. To: Tasha Veda

It sank even deeper but I tried not to show it. "Why are you telling me? You usually don't." He was quiet, till he breathed. "I don't know," before his footsteps got entirely erased. * * * * My fingers trailed across the spine of the books and I stopped on a white covered book. I pull it out of the shelf and hold it in both hands. "Crime and Punishment," I read aloud before gazing down at the author's name. "Fyodor Dos-tos-to-eeev-evsky?" I squint my eyes. "Fyodor Dostoevsky!"