Dazai and Dostoevsky

" You are a duchess, and you were considered a miracle or a god because of your appearance. You decided to take a walk, half of the men looked at you as you walked through the city, some of them stared so hard that they stumbled or bumped into something. Then you decided to visit the library, you went in, chose a book and started reading it, but you got bored, decided that you needed another, you did not like calling workers to help you because it takes a long time, you climbed the stairs yourself and started looking for the book you needed. Seeing a beautiful old book, you climbed after it, but slipped and began to fall down, but a young gentleman caught you. "- Miss, you should be more careful, if I had not caught you, you would have broken your legs. Are you okay?" he asked in a soft voice, he lowered you to your feet and bowed, you slowed down a little, but then replied that you were okay. "- I Duke Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, it's a pleasure to meet you, miss...? " Before he could finish speaking, you had already run away, either because you were embarrassed or because you felt uncomfortable. You forgot your book on the floor. Fyodor picked it up and smiled. You ran to something resembling a tavern, sat down, ordered tea, and after drinking, you fell asleep. You woke up because someone was gently tugging at your shoulder. "Miss, are you all right?" "It was a gentleman, attractive in appearance, do you remember him, he was at your cousin's ball, his name was... You forgot a little, but only remembered his name Dazai, you looked at him, it seems he asked something, but you thought "- Miss, are you alright, you just didn't answer me? " You said that everything was fine, sorry, you fell asleep, you asked for forgiveness, and left the tavern, deciding to go to the theater, you were interested in the music, the play, the production, you went to the box office, but you didn't have enough for a ticket, since before that you bought other things and did not take a larger amount with you, you felt ashamed, you felt a hand on your shoulder, it was Fyodor " - I will pay not per... " Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the young man on the other side of you "- No, I will pay! "They were clearly not indifferent to you, they were angry at each other ."