Fyodor Dostoevsky Idiot Novels & Stories

My senses… my intuition… it never fails me… which makes me be afraid that… there was something beneath it. And there, that incident happened. I thought… he would surely die. That idiot… “You are really a big fat idiot, aren't you?” “but… I ain't fat right now tho… there is no way I can gain weights with the way I eat… I almost die running here and there… surely that was enough exercise for me” He really is a weird person. This man named Ethan, hah… he do says things that are weird and all… Still… above all else, he is a nosy person if I may say.

And with justification, you said to deal with them until you came to be ready for-- Demian interrupts him by shouting: I said deal with her, you idiot, and not rape her, you retarded one, and I wish you raped her yourself, but brought a group of vampire idiots to do it. You know, if the king knew about your act, what would he do to you, you idiot, he would rip out your claws and fangs, but who am I talking to, you are just an idiot An idiot who doesn't know what he's doing and doesn't even have a brain to think about

“I-it was a foolish mistake on my part…..I-I would never do such a thing again!” Donatello snickers and eyes Victor. “Bullshit.” I crouch down to his height, giving him a blank expression. “You don’t have a choice again, I warned you didn’t I?” He shakes his head as his fearful expression changes into that of pure anger. “You’ve got to be fucking with me, I’m an Ivanov dammit!” My lips stretches into a smirk as I rise back to my full height, weighing the sledge hammer in my arms. “You’re a fucking psycho that deserves to be put down.”

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.

“And what exactly am I curing?” “Stagnation,” Fyodor said, leaning forward. “Complacency. Katherina thinks she owns this house because she knows which mask to wear. Dimitri thinks rebellion is a smile. Ivan thinks power is fists and war. But you—” He pointed his cane at him. “You are unrefined, but honest. And that terrifies them more than violence ever will.” Zane’s breath hitched. Fyodor’s next words were low. Measured.

“Don’t even fucking start with me.” Scrutinizingly, Anatoly crossed his hands over his chest, arching a questioning brow at me. “I’m sure this can’t be bad for you. You’re Nikolai. TheNiko Yezhov. You don’t have a fucking Achilles heel. You can handle anything.”

“You are not an idiot Miss Laurence, and even if you are that means I am too,” My eyes never snapped up quicker, they narrowed I was analysing him as the words began to catch up with my brain, “I too was…” he thought a moment, of what word would be appropriate I could see it in his eyes, “Mislead by Artymov. And if we were both tricked I guess that means we are both as you say,” and he said the word like it would burn him, “Idiots.” “Thanks,”

He was out the door a second after he offered his splendid advice. “Fuck you!!!” I yelled, slamming my fist on the ice. I growled, hitting the ice again and again and again. “Fuck!” I slapped my forehead. ‘What was I thinking actually? Running over like that, to the reaper of all people? I'm such an idiot.’ “Uhh.” I left out a sharp huff into the air, massaging the bridge of my nose. I'm so stupid. Why on earth did I think he needed help? He was hurt? He is not human. He is not alive.

When I finish he is also finished with his food. “When you disappeared, I thought you are dead in some ditch somewhere.” He sighs then runs his hand on his hair. “I even looked for you, then the news on the streets broke out about someone stealing from the Russian and I thought of you judging by how ambitious you can be. But I scratched that thought thinking that you can't be that stupid, turns out you are that stupid.” He says, and I hung my head low. This is the only person who can make me feel stupid and can make me feel good about myself at the same time.

said"Never in all my years of living have I ever been faced with such effrontery, such disregard of respect, such insolence behavior coming from a caliber of someone no more than a mere footman. My Queen err… King and you allow this? It is an abomination and abuse to people like myself to be in the same room for prolonged periods with this….this…this impoverished daft idiot!"Firstly the 'mere footman' as you put it is next to me of more value than any other person in this room. And second, he is not an idiot. But I can't blame you for being mistaken I have heard multiple times from my travels the words 'Énas trelós ánthropos theoreí tous logikoús anthrópous os treloús.'(Ancient greek: An in