#dostoevsky

Who was he compared to such a young woman: just a drunken lout and yesterday’s braggart? “Is such a disparaging and ridiculous comparison even possible?” Razumikhin blushed desperately at this idea; all of a sudden, as if intentionally, at that very moment, he clearly recalled how he had told them yesterday, standing on the stairs, that the landlady was jealous of Avdotya Romanova with regard to him. That was intolerable! He slammed his fist into the kitchen stove with all his might, hurting his hand and dislodging one brick.