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Fyodor Dostoevsky

White Nights

“A fleeting encounter, a lifetime of longing.”
Step into the evocative world of White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky's exquisite story of love, dreams, and human connection. Set against the ethereal backdrop of St. Petersburg's luminous white nights, this moving novella captures the tender emotions of a lonely dreamer who finds solace in an unexpected friendship with a mysterious young woman.

In just a few brief nights, their lives intertwine, bringing moments of joy, hope, and bittersweet reflection. White Nights explores the delicate beauty of fleeting relationships and the universal longing for love and companionship. Dostoevsky's mastery of emotional depth and poetic storytelling makes this novella a timeless classic that continues to captivate readers.

Praise for White Nights:

“A beautifully written exploration of the human soul and the complexities of love.” — Literary Classics Review
“Dostoevsky's most touching and romantic work, filled with a sense of nostalgia and yearning.” — The Guardian
Don't miss this literary gem that has touched the hearts of readers for generations. Dive into White Nights today and let Dostoevsky's words transport you to a world of romance, dreams, and introspection.

Order your copy now and experience the timeless beauty of White Nights!
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69 afgedrukte pagina’s
Auteursrechteigenaar
Bookwire
Oorspronkelijke uitgave
2024
Jaar van uitgave
2024
Uitgeverij
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  • Khushi Kapoorciteerde uitvorig jaar
    Have you lived or not? Look, one says to oneself, look how cold the world is growing
  • Jovanaciteerde uit2 maanden geleden
    and at the same time he cannot refuse his imagination the little diversion of comparing the queer fellow’s countenance during their conversation with the expression of an unhappy kitten treacherously captured, roughly handled, frightened and subjected to all sorts of indignities by children, till, utterly crestfallen, it hides away from them under a chair in the dark, and there must needs at its leisure bristle up, spit, and wash its insulted face with both paws, and long afterwards look angrily at life and nature, and even at the bits saved from the master’s dinner for it by the sympathetic housekeeper?
  • mariavictoriaciteerde uit8 maanden geleden
    “I expected that he would come and see us more and more often after that, but it wasn’t so at all. He almost entirely gave up coming. He would just come in about once a month, and then only to invite us to the theatre. We went twice again. Only I wasn’t at all pleased with that; I saw that he was simply sorry for me because I was so hardly treated by grandmother, and that was all. As time went on, I grew more and more restless, I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t read, I couldn’t work; sometimes I laughed and did something to annoy grandmother, at another

    time I would cry.

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