Idiot

At the end of November in thaw, at about nine o'clock in the morning, the train from Petersburg to Warsaw was approaching to Saint Petersburg. It was so damp and foggy, that it barely dawned; in ten steps, to the right and left of the road, it was hard to see anything from the windows of the car. Among the passengers, there were those, who were returning from abroad; but most crowded compartments were for the third class, crowded with humble people and clerks, not from far.

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And all of this, and this abroad, and this Europe, all of this is a fantasy, and all of us, abroad, is a fantasy ... remember my word, you'll see it yourself!"- she concluded almost angrily, parting with Eugene Pavlovich.