Notes From The Underground Fyodor Dostoevsky 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.

All I need to do is keep my mouth shut long enough to survive. That’s never been my way. The word “rat” keeps circling in my head. If anyone knows who it is, it’s Fyodor. And I can’t go home without making sure this can’t happen again. “Fine. Help out a moron then.” I look up at him, trying to seem tired. “What the hell did I miss?” Fyodor laughs again. “Too easy, Italian. I know you are not done so early.” He shakes his head. “But equally I know you’re never leaving this basement alive, and there wasn’t shit you could do anyway. Fine, then. Perform for me.”

The driver asked. "The Underground! Our friend Paulo is DJing tonight." Fi said. The Underground nightclub is literally underground and takes it's name seriously with an unmarked basement level entrance. Those who live for a see-and-be-seen atmosphere feel right at home here. Bottle service and celebrity sightings are common at the cavernous bomb shelter entryway where DJs spin until the sun comes up and candlelit ammunition crates serve as tables. Pearl thought it was pretty rad and was excited to be there.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

Before i go to the underground though i put some deodorant on so that i smell fresh and not smelly from my excessive sweating. • When i get to the underground,i sit down at the bar while Dylan is serving some people. When he's done serving he comes to me, "So Miss Alyss,do you have a fight today or you just come here to see me?" "You think i want to see...You??" I eyed him weirdly. "Ouch..Now you've broken my head,Alyss.I'm a great person and if you don't want to admit it,it's okay.Not everyone have great taste."He said sassily.