Poor Folk, Fyodor Dostoyevsky [read the beginning after the end novel .txt] 📗

is inclined to grumble, but do not mindthat, Barbara. God bless her, for she is an excellent soul!

But what sort of an abode have I lighted upon, Barbara Alexievna?What sort of a tenement, do you think, is this? Formerly, as youknow, I used to live in absolute stillness--so much so that if afly took wing it could plainly be heard buzzing. Here, however,all is turmoil and shouting and clatter. The PLAN of the tenementyou know already. Imagine a long corridor, quite dark, and by nomeans clean. To the right a dead wall, and to the left a row ofdoors stretching as far as the line of rooms extends. These roomsare tenanted by different people--by one, by two, or by threelodgers as the case may be, but in this arrangement there is nosort of system, and the place is a perfect Noah's Ark. Most ofthe lodgers are respectable, educated, and even bookish people.In particular they include a tchinovnik (one of the literarystaff in some government department), who is so well-read that hecan expound Homer or