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Ik dreamde yn in taal, dy´t ik woe dat it minent wie. In taal dêr’t ik my thús yn fielde. In waarm lûd, fol unike klanken en eigenwize wurden, dat woeks as in wielderige tún dêr’t ik altiten frij yn omrinne koe. It wie de taal fan in lân sûnder regels en grinzen.

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The Dostoevsky Archive

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Dostoevsky’s life was even weirder than his fiction. He was born in 1821, the son of a surgeon whom he believed to have been killed by his own serfs. He was often poor, and so he is the only great Russian writer of his generation whose first language was Russian rather than French: there was no money for the requisite governess. After writing the sentimental Poor Folk (1845), he joined the socialist Petrashevsky’s circle, was arrested and spent six months in solitary. On 22 December 1849 he and others were given long peasant blouses as shrouds and condemned to death by firing squad.… Lês fierder