Fyodor Dostoevsky Idiot Novels & Stories

“I do no even want to talk about that kind of stuff with you. It is far too embarrassing.” “Embarrassing? Changing your diapers was embarrassing. Teaching you how to use the toilet was embarrassing. Do you think I give a damn who you like or what you do with them?” Morozko cut his sturgeon, stabbed it with his fork, and brought it to his mouth in a stubborn bite. “This boy is a stupid idea, just you wait and see,” he grumbled, mouth full. Bits of white fish flesh caught on his fangs and dripped into his lap. Morozko cursed. “No he is not! A stupid idea, I mean. Sully is just a friend, nothing more.”

The three men, Smelly Leader, Idiot Twat and Super Fugly stared at her like she was crazy. "Seriously guys, this is priceless." She would have wiped tears from her eyes if her hands weren't busy elsewhere. "Vladimir Sitnikov is about to take down that door, dismember you while you're still alive and you have no fucking clue exactly who it is you've stolen."

AIDEN'S POV He ignored me and knelt down to pick up more manure. A childish idea of revenge popped into my head. I crouched down to grab as much manure as I could. “She never loved your fake personality, idiot.” Hunter swung his arm back like he was throwing a baseball, hitting me in the chest. I threw my manure ball at his face, hitting his neck and chin. Now we were both in deep trouble. Literally. “Stalin had a better personality than you, moron. She was always stupidly and I’ll add, unreasonably in love with you!”

They may have cowered in the corner while our mother screamed for them to run. But when I hit the floor, they turned into demons. Kostya never raised a hand against our mother after that night. He also lost half the sight in his left eye and walked with a permanent limp. He’d do his best to fake it, to pretend like he didn’t need a cane, but his men knew. Everyone knew. “You’re not like him,” Sofiya offers, her voice quiet. “I look like him.” I rub a hand over my jaw. “And sometimes, I… Blyat’. I catch myself sounding like him. Making the same decisions as him.”

He wanted to come back to confirm his feelings because from the moment he talked to the messenger from the other gang, he still had a question in his mind: "Is the person who saved Lida the one who saved Lida's life? Do you have this stupid face?" But when he walked to the door of the prison, seeing Ian still sitting quietly inside, his heart immediately confirmed, the one who saved Lida was someone else, not this fool. He looked at Ian with a mocking mouth: "What's wrong, is it okay to sit in here? Are you bitten by rats, cockroaches, flies, and mosquitoes? Or is this place better than your house?" Seeing that Ian didn't say anything, he continued: "A fool like you should just find some rem

He laid stiff like a big log of wood. " How dare you call me an Idiot? " She rasped softly, and pounded her fist against his chest. " You are an Idiot, your Mother is an Idiot! All of your entire family Members are clueless big fat, and smelling Idiots. " " You are a bad Man and you do not know how to treat a woman. " Cinderella snorted, and flipped her hair. " You can keep your penís to yourself. I don't want it anymore. "

“We got out alive. I can’t fucking believe it.” Dimitri grinned down at me, finally looking like himself as he did. He’d put on such a good show. Un-fucking-believably good. He’d slicked his hair back and worn one of the suits I’d picked out for him, a dark blue that brought out the little flecks of green in his gray eyes. Jerry, unbeknownst to me, had studied Russian literature as an undergrad, something he mentioned after I’d introduced my mate. Dimitri had pulled some weird details about the town Dostoevsky had used for the setting of The Brothers Karamazov out of his ass, going on for a couple of minutes about the history of Russian river barges, to Jerry’s obvious and enthusiastic delig

That it is even more surprising how he wasn’t sure if he would be able to throw him away if he ever became useless “You are really an idiot…” Is it for his brother? Or did he say it for himself? Even Paul doesn’t know at all. “A big fucking idiot… really…”

Which was why he couldn’t believe it when he heard Ciel calling him an idiot. Being called an asshole, a bastard, or a motherfucker was fine with him. But to be called an idiot—that was something he could never ever accept, even if it came from Ciel. With a huge dislike plastered on his face, he retorted. “I am not an idiot.” “Yes, you are.” “I have always been at the top of my classes since I was in kindergarten. Everyone calls me perfect, as aside from my handsome face and good build, I am also intelligent. So, no. I refuse being called an idiot.”

“Where did this idiot come from? How dare you talk nonsense here?” “Sonia, is your friend crazy? How dare he speak ill of Simon-Tooke like this? I’m telling you, you’d better rein him in well. I’m afraid he’ll die on the spot if Mr. Mitchell hears him!” “It’s clear at a glance that this guy is an idiot. He doesn’t know sh*t but dares to talk nonsense here. He must have a death wish.” “Forget it, don’t get worked up over an idiot...”