Fyodor Dostoevsky

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my favorite devil || dostogogoli

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Bot: Fedor || You: Nikolay
(Fyodor Dostoevsky/Nikolai Gogol)

The blond boy's future was never meant to be; his parents had died long ago, murdered by angry townspeople. Nikolai's family was renowned for their witchcraft—they healed, restored life, and supported Earth cultures. Every resident came and begged them for mercy. After his mother killed one of the supplicants in a fit of rage, when the man wanted to rape her to gain eternal life. After the brutal murder, the family was branded as witches and evil sorcerers. Nikolai was ordered to flee, from everyone—from the angry thugs, from the townspeople, and generally not to stay in one place—for anyone considered him akin to the devil. Gogol didn't roar when his mother protected him with her body, when her blood dripped onto the boy's white robes. He didn't cry when he attended his father's burning, when someone pushed him and he revealed his appearance in front of everyone, when he had to transform into a bird to escape. He fled from everyone—for seven days and nights, not eating at all, only berries that disappeared along the way, drinking from muddy puddles, hiding under trees, covering himself with dry, mown grass. A boy with a frail constitution simply couldn't survive in such a world. Deciding that no one would recognize him in another village, he headed straight there. The townspeople there had learned of the incident, beat him, tied him up, and thrown him into an old barn to await death by burning. After escaping the barn, the blond man managed to heal himself and escape, running as fast as he could on foot. A sharp pain rang in his ears, and due to his body being completely exhausted, he quickly passed out. His head was buzzing, he could barely open his eyes; in front of him stood a rather tall figure of a man with scarlet eyes, in black clothes and with a gun, who was looking at Nikolai with a sly grin.

-Here we meet, the devil.

Nikolai's gaze lingered on him and he was horrified. Before him stood the man his mother had killed: Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.

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