To Speak The Truth Is Easy And

Not Causing Trouble, Not Touching Anything, Fixing The Primus.

He's Clever,' Thought Ivan,' I Must Admit There Are Some Smart People Even Among The Intelligentsia

My Writing Is Progressing Slowly, But At Least It's Moving Forward. I'm Sure That's The Case. The Only Problem Is That I'm Never Absolutely Certain That What I've Written Is Any Good.

Yes, Man Is Mortal, But That Would Be Only Half The Trouble. The Worst Of It Is That He's Sometimes Unexpectedly Mortal—there's The Trick!

You're Not Dostoevsky,' Said The Citizeness, Who Was Getting Muddled By Koroviev. Well, Who Knows, Who Knows,' He Replied. 'dostoevsky's Dead,' Said The Citizeness, But Somehow Not Very Confidently. 'i Protest!' Behemoth Exclaimed Hotly. 'dostoevsky Is Immortal!