It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
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It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
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