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White Nights - Chapter 5: Morning

by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“My nights ended with the morning. It was a terrible day. Rain was falling and beat sadly against my window panes; it was dark in my little room and heavily grey outside. My aching head was spinning; a fever was creeping through my body. 'A letter...”

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