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Notes from the Underground - Dostoyevsky, Fyodor ยท 66 words
But I did not sing. I simply tried not to look at any of them. I assumed most unconcerned attitudes and waited with impatience for them to speak first. But alas, they did not address me. And oh, how I wished, how I wished at that moment to be reconciled to them. It struck eight, at last nine. They moved from the table to the sofa.
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