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    The Peasant Marey
    The Peasant Marey
    The Peasant Marey
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    The Peasant Marey

    By Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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    Dostoyevsky skilfully paints a portrait of a character who manages to recall a childhood memory from twenty years ago and by doing so he alters the course of his life and even enables him to completely free his heart from hatred and anger.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSovereign
    Release dateFeb 15, 2016
    ISBN9781911263050
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    Fyodor Dostoyevsky

    Fyodor Dostoyevsky (1821–1881) was a Russian novelist and philosopher whose works examined the human psyche of the nineteenth century. Dostoyevsky is considered one of the greatest writers in world literature, with titles such as Crime and Punishment; Notes from Underground, one of the first existential novellas ever written; and Poor Folk, Russia’s first “social novel.”

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      The Peasant Marey - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

      Fyodor Dostoyevsky

      Fyodor Dostoyevsky

      The Peasant Marey

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      THE PEASANT MAREY

      It was the second day in Easter week. The air was warm, the sky was blue, the sun was high, warm, bright, but my soul was very gloomy. I sauntered behind the prison barracks. I stared at the palings of the stout prison fence, counting the movers; but I had no inclination to count them, though it was my habit to do so. This was the second day of the holidays in the prison; the convicts were not taken out to work, there were numbers of men drunk, loud abuse and quarrelling was springing up continually in every corner. There

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