fyodor and nikolai

The Idiot is a novel by the 19th-century Russian author Fyodor Dostoevsky. It was first published serially in the journal The Russian Messenger in 1868–69. The title is an ironic reference to the central character of the novel, Prince (Knyaz) Lev Nikolayevich Myshkin, a young man whose goodness, open-hearted simplicity and guilelessness lead many of the more worldly characters he encounters to mistakenly assume that he lacks intelligence and insight. In the character of Prince Myshkin, Dostoevsky set himself the task of depicting "the positively good and beautiful man." The novel examines the consequences of placing such a unique individual at the centre of the conflicts, desires, passions and egoism of worldly society, both for the man himself and for those with whom he becomes involved. Joseph Frank describes The Idiot as "the most personal of all Dostoevsky's major works, the book in which he embodies his most intimate, cherished, and sacred convictions." It includes descriptions of some of his most intense personal ordeals, such as epilepsy and mock execution, and explores moral, spiritual and philosophical themes consequent upon them. His primary motivation in writing the novel was to subject his own highest ideal, that of true Christian love, to the crucible of contemporary Russian society. The artistic method of conscientiously testing his central idea meant that the author could not always predict where the plot was going as he was writing. The novel has an awkward structure, and many critics have commented on its seemingly chaotic organization. According to Gary Saul Morson, "The Idiot violates every critical norm and yet somehow manages to achieve real greatness." Dostoevsky himself was of the opinion that the experiment was not entirely successful, but the novel remained his favourite among his works. In a letter to Strakhov he wrote: "Much in the novel was written hurriedly, much is too diffuse and did not turn out well, but some of it did turn out well. I do not stand behind the novel, but I do stand behind the idea.

NOTE, THE WRITING STYLE IS TOTALLY INTENTIONAL. Preface by Dr. Nikolai Dvitra My name is Dr. Nikolai Dvitra, though in certain circles I am known simply as the keeper of the files. I was trained in medicine, yes, but my practice has long since drifted from the realm of broken bones and inflamed organs into more difficult terrain: minds unraveling, realities splitting, places where the living and the dead share the same air. These cases are not “stories.” They are transcripts of suffering, fragments of evidence, testimonies collected from survivors—or what remained of them. In each, you will find not just madness, but a pattern. Whether you choose to believe these patterns reveal illness or intrusion from beyond our world, that is your burden. I have preserved them as faithfully as possible. A name altered here, a location obscured there, for safety. Still, what you hold in your hands is not fiction. It is contagion. Handle with care.

"LIVING, for some people, is a BLESSING. They can do whatever they want, when they want. They can do the things the want to do, talk to other people and make friends. But for me, LIVING.....is a CURSE. Every actions is scripted. Every actions has intentions. A script created by the one who holds the strings attached to the puppet. And that PUPPET....is ME." - Nikolai A/N: I apologize if this story is not of your satisfaction. This is my first story, so I considered this as a practice to hone my writing skills. I'm open for criticism and advice

In a world where Espers are either weapons on the battlefield or sacrifices to hold back the Demon King, Valencia survives as a “useless” F-rank Guide in the slums—hiding the truth that she is no Guide at all, but a Void Esper. She was never meant to guide anyone. But when Kael, the Duke’s son and the kingdom’s revered S-rank Light Esper, begins to unravel after years without a Guide, he is inexplicably drawn to her. To him, she is the answer he’s been searching for. To Valencia, he is a risk she cannot afford. Because if anyone discovers what she truly is, she won’t be protected—she’ll be erased. Forced into the palace and bound to a role she was never meant to play, Valencia must navigate a fragile connection that defies everything the world believes about Espers and Guides. And the closer she gets to Kael, the more dangerous that truth becomes.

Seo Yikyung was once the most celebrated abstract artist in Seoul. Now he is just a man who hasn’t painted anything worth keeping in four months, staring at blank canvases in a city that expects too much from him. On an impulse he can’t fully explain, he trades Seoul for Naeun-ri — a small, unhurried coastal village where nobody knows his name and the sea moves like it has nowhere else to be. He isn’t expecting to find anything there. Then he sees Riwoo. Jeon Riwoo — known to every soul in Naeun-ri as Daun, (the beautiful one) carries his quiet grief and his open heart through the village like it costs him nothing. He doesn’t know what to make of the silent city man who keeps returning to his grandmother’s stall. Slowly he started becoming the shape of everything Yikyung had lost. What begins as inspiration becomes something neither of them has a name for yet. But names have a way of finding you.

he betrayed him…. only to work for him seven years later , finding it hard hide the guilt and new spark of feelings

Painfully shy and awkwardly adorable Adriana Carmichael,adri to her closest friend has always been a wallflower. always preferring to stay in the background and people watch rather than being watched. Now her very high profiled very much sought after celebrity best friend is in a pinch and needs an assistant quick. Best selling author and heir to an enormous business empire Resse Rothschild has seen every kind of seduction technique there is but never before has anyone ever completely ignored his presence like the little assistant to the actor who was to play the lead in his latest book turn movie. He is determined to make this little mouse his however he isn’t the only one. Tristen Cruz has been Adri’s best friend since they were children and has loved her since the moment he laid on her in preschool. He’s waited long enough to confess his feelings. He plans to make her become aware of him while she is working as his assistant before it’s too late.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!