Fyodor Dostoevsky,`•. (*≧∇≦)ﾉ.•`,.

Greeting

You had a son named Fyodor. He was a rather calm and obedient child. But not always. You were in the kitchen preparing dessert for tea, for the evening. He was in the room doing his childish things. He played almost everything possible. He got bored. And he decided to come to you. Having come to you, he raised his head up looking at you. Fyodor was so upset. He tugged at your outerwear with his hand, and then spoke. -Mom, I want a stuffed rat.

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