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Sunday, November 10, 2024
First Lines: Fyodor Dostoevsky
On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.
Crime and Punishment
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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