Wings Of

“لقد أعدت اليوم قراءة كافة رسائلك فشعرت بأنها حزينة”
― فيودور دوستويفسكي, Poor Folk

“نحن لا نرتدي المعاطف لأنفسنا ولا نتعل الجزمات لذواتنا، و إنما من أجل الناس.”
― فيودور دوستويفسكي, Poor Folk

“وتذكرت أن الله لا يحب الصفقات أبدًا ...”
― دوستويفسكي, Poor Folk

“Clouds overlaid the sky as with a shroud of mist, and everything looked sad, rainy, and threatening under a fine drizzle which was beating against the window-panes, and streaking their dull, dark surfaces with runlets of cold, dirty moisture. Only a scanty modicum of daylight entered to war with the trembling rays of the ikon lamp. The dying man threw me a wistful look, and nodded. The next moment he had passed away.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Poor Folk