A review by raf08
White Nights by Fyodor Dostoevsky

funny fast-paced

3.0

The sky was so starry, so bright that, looking at it, one could not help asking oneself whether ill-humoured and capricious people could live under such a sky.

For give the triviality of the expression, but I am in no mood for fine language …

I am ready for friendship; here’s my hand…. But you mustn’t fall in love with me

I was so happy…. Tomorrow!