Nikolai Gogol Quotes Novels & Stories

I feel so relieved but it feels like I’m forgetting something. Something really important. I can feel the word on the tip of my tongue but I don’t know what it is. This happens to me a lot of times and I’ve come to realize that it’s best not to overthink it and just wait it out. “I need a bath.” I say to no one and roll off from my bed. ~ “Look who finally decided to wake up.” Nikolai is all dressed up and is seeping from a cup hurriedly. There’s gentle tendrils of smoke going up from the cup so I don’t need to be told that whatever he’s drinking is hot.

, Mr Vladimir asked, chuckling like I just said the joke of the year. “Because I want to clear whatever misconceptions you have about me a-and to prove that I am a good partner for Nikolai”, I tried my very best not to sound weak or scared. “And what 'misconception' might that be?”, He asked. “You don't need to talk to him, he-he's stubborn--”, Nikolai still tried to talk me out of it. “Please... please”, I begged and Nikolai sighed. “Okay”, Nikolai agreed. ***

I’d never imagined myself being bound to anyone. “It looks beautiful on you,” he said, as if we were a real couple. I cringed, flinging my hand away from him. “I wish I could say the same about you.” I slid another plain gold ring onto his ring finger. “Sadly, even a gold ring can’t beautify a pig.” Nikolai snorted, laughing at a joke made simply to humiliate him. “I love your sense of humor, malysh.” I could’ve vomited. Instead, I was frozen in time as I watched Nikolai laugh.

"Did you bring the existential crisis with you, or is that just your natural scent now?" Alex added with a chuckle, "We were starting to think you'd run off to join a monastery or something. Enlightenment and all that." Nikolay, silent as ever, lifted an eyebrow, his gaze cutting through the room like a razor. A passive yet potent assessment of my state of being. "Enlightenment might be easier to achieve than figuring out what's going on in that head of yours," Ivan remarked, his tone dripping with mock concern. "It's nothing, just...life." I sighed.

He shook his head, chuckling. Exactly what Clinton said. It should be blasphemous that a sex god like me can’t even get hard. An abomination to society! “Seems like someone has you wrapped around their fingers,” he commented, seemingly amused. “I, Nikolai Carrington, won’t allow myself to get wrapped in anyone’s fingers.” “Hmmm… whatever helps you sleep at night, Niko. Whatever helps you sleep,” he chanted, full of sarcasm. Even my own dick had betrayed me.

Nikolai said instantly. Then, like a scientist adding important details: “And gelato. For dessert. And breakfast too if I can.” The kids cheered. Even the teacher at the front, Ms. Galina, couldn’t hide her smile as she called over her shoulder, “Nikolai, gelato is not breakfast.” Nikolai replied without missing a beat. “It is in Italy.” More laughter erupted. He was unstoppable, shining with that kind of confidence that made other children orbit him naturally. He wasn’t loud in a bratty way. He was loud in the way of someone who believed the world was meant to be enjoyed.

Three people on the floor against a wall and a twelve year old grief that had just gotten a new shape. "My parents were good people," I said. It came out quieter than I expected. "I know," Nikolai said. "How do you know." "Because you are who you are," he said. "That does not come from nothing."

I thought about the water. I thought about the seven things I had told myself. Then I thought about the fact that I had stopped counting them. I took my hand off the door. "Goodnight Nikolai," I said. The doors closed. I stood in the corridor. I pressed my back against the wall beside the elevator and I looked at the ceiling and I breathed. He had said you know why like it was the simplest thing in the world. Like it was a fact that had existed for long enough that naming it was almost unnecessary.

"But one day, Nikolai Ivanshov, I will walk out of here free. And it will not be because you granted it." ** follow me on I,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

Fascinating. “I will not beg for recognition,” I said. “Nor negotiate respect. I expect it to be acknowledged through actions. Nothing less. Nothing more.” The room exhaled, almost imperceptibly. The shift was subtle, but present. Every head sensed it. Nikolai was calculating me as much as I was him. “Some caution comes from instinct,” Viktor said quietly. “Others from obligation. I wonder which it is with you, Sokolov.” “Instinct and obligation are not always separate,” I said. “And assumptions… assumptions can be fatal.”