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Ivan Ivanovitch attends the funeral of a casual acquaintance and falls to contemplation in the graveyard. He hears the voices of the recently deceased and buried, and he listens to their conversation. They discuss card games and political scandals. As the deceased entertain themselves by revealing all of the shameful details of their earthly lives, Ivan Ivanovitch sneezes.
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First published January 1, 1873
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February 23, 2021
亘賵亘賵賰... 亘賵亘賵賰
賱丕 鬲丨丕賵賱 賮賴賲 賴匕賴 丕賱賰賱賲丞
賮賷賲賰賳 亘亘爻丕胤丞 丕爻鬲亘丿丕賱賴丕 亘"賴乇丕亍" 兀賵 "噩賳賵賳" 兀賵 兀賷 賰賱賲丞 鬲乇賷丿
廿賳賴丕 賳丿丕亍 丕賱賲賵鬲 亘賰賱 亘爻丕胤丞
賴賷丕 賲毓丕 賳鬲禺賷賱 賯丕賲丞 賲孬賱 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷 鬲賰鬲亘 賯氐丞 兀亘胤丕賱賴丕 賲賵鬲賶..
賰賷賮 爻鬲賰賵賳 賴匕賴 丕賱賯氐丞 亘乇兀賷賰..責
亘丿賷毓丞 .. 賲丿賴卮丞 .. 賲賲鬲毓丞 ..責
賴賷 賰賱 匕賱賰 賵兀賰孬乇
爻鬲噩丿 噩賳乇丕賱 賷賱毓亘 丕賱賵乇賯 賲毓 噩丕乇賴
賵爻賷丿丞 賲噩鬲賲毓 鬲鬲卮丕噩乇 賲毓 噩丕乇賴丕 丕賱丨丕賳賵鬲賷 賱賰賱賲丕鬲賴 丕賱賳丕亘賷丞
胤賮賱丞 卮賯賷丞 鬲氐乇 毓賱賶 丕賱鬲丿禺賱 賮賷 兀賷 丨賵丕乇
兀賳丕爻 賷鬲毓丕乇賮賵賳 賵賷賲乇丨賵賳 賵賷鬲噩丕丿賱賵賳 亘卮兀賳 乇丕卅丨鬲賴賲 丕賱賰乇賷賴丞 亘賷賳賲丕 賷鬲賮爻禺賵賳 賵賷鬲丨賱賱賵賳
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毓丕賱賲 亘兀賰賱賲賴 賷丨賷丕 賮賷賴 丕賱賲賵鬲賶 毓賱賶 賲丕 賷亘丿賵 亘胤乇賷賯丞 噩丿賷丿丞
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賱賯丿 兀丨亘亘鬲 賴匕賴 丕賱賯氐丞 丨賯丕 賮賰乇鬲賴丕 賵兀丨丿丕孬賴丕 賵賳賴丕賷鬲賴丕 賵丕賱胤乇賷賯丞 丕賱鬲賷 賰鬲亘鬲 亘賴丕 賵丕賱乇賵丨 丕賱爻丕禺乇丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賱亘爻鬲 氐丕丨亘賴丕
兀丨亘亘鬲 賰賱 卮賷亍 賮賷賴丕
November 3, 2020
Smelly Souls
What a delicious witty tale 馃憤
Is this the Dostoyevsky we all know?!... The one from Crime and Punishment?!... Or a shrewdly disguised Gogol?! 馃槈
It seems to me that our usually so dramatic Fyodor is sounding much more like the sarcastic Nicolai in this one! ...
Bobok is somewhere between a cartoon and a classical short story. Dostoyevsky makes fun of the russian society, comparing it with a bunch of smelly souls! 馃お
I always thought of humour and Dostoyevsky as oil and water, but... literature is full of pleasant surprises and Bobok, joshing Bobok, is definitely one of those!
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Almas que Fedem
Delicioso, este Bobok 馃憤
Uma caricatura surreal e divertida da sociedade russa, retratada como um grupo de Almas Fedorentas! 馃槈
Sempre imaginei que Dostoyevsky e humor fossem tipo azeite e 谩gua!
Foi uma surpresa daquelas!!!馃グ
What a delicious witty tale 馃憤
Is this the Dostoyevsky we all know?!... The one from Crime and Punishment?!... Or a shrewdly disguised Gogol?! 馃槈
It seems to me that our usually so dramatic Fyodor is sounding much more like the sarcastic Nicolai in this one! ...
Bobok is somewhere between a cartoon and a classical short story. Dostoyevsky makes fun of the russian society, comparing it with a bunch of smelly souls! 馃お
I always thought of humour and Dostoyevsky as oil and water, but... literature is full of pleasant surprises and Bobok, joshing Bobok, is definitely one of those!
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Almas que Fedem
Delicioso, este Bobok 馃憤
Uma caricatura surreal e divertida da sociedade russa, retratada como um grupo de Almas Fedorentas! 馃槈
Sempre imaginei que Dostoyevsky e humor fossem tipo azeite e 谩gua!
Foi uma surpresa daquelas!!!馃グ
April 7, 2023
im 100% convinced that dostoyevsky was drunk while writing this
May 9, 2023
丕丨賳丕 賲賷鬲賷賳 賵 亘賳鬲丨丕爻亘 賵 丕賱丕 賲賷鬲賷賳 亘爻 賵 丕賱丕 毓丕賷卮賷賳責
賮丕賳鬲丕夭賷丕 睾乇賷亘丞 毓賱賶 丿賵爻鬲賵賷賮爻賰賷. 賵 賰兀賳賴丕 賲賰鬲賵亘丞 亘毓丿 毓氐乇賴 亘毓卮乇丕鬲 丕賱爻賳賷賳. 丨賵丕乇 亘賷賳 賲噩賲賵毓丞 賲賳 丕賱兀賲賵丕鬲 賮賷 賲賯丕亘乇賴賲 亘毓丿 兀賳 丕賰鬲卮賮賵丕 毓丕賱賲丕 丌禺乇 賷鬲丕丨 賱賱賲賷鬲 賮賷賴 賰賱 卮賷亍 賱賲丿丞 卮賴乇賷賳 賮賯胤 賵 亘毓丿賴丕 賱丕 賷氐丿乇 毓賳賴 廿賱丕 賳睾賲丞 乇鬲賷亘丞 賲鬲賰乇乇丞 (亘賵亘賵賰 亘賵亘賵賰). 賱丕 賷毓丿賲 賴匕丕 丕賱毓丕賱賲 兀賳 賷氐賳毓 丕賱爻賷丿 賵 丕賱禺丕丿賲. 丕賱爻丕禺乇 賵 丕賱爻丕匕噩. 丕賱賲鬲匕賲乇 賵 丕賱賲賴丕丿賳 賵 丕賱賲卮丕賰爻 賵 丕賱噩丕賲丨 賵 賰賱 兀賱賵丕賳 丕賱亘卮乇.
賯氐丞 賯氐賷乇丞 噩丿丕 賵 賲禺鬲賱賮丞 噩丿丕 賱賳 鬲賲乇 毓賱賷賰 賲乇賵乇 丕賱賰乇丕賲.
賵丕丨丿丞 賲賳 丕賱賯氐氐 丕賱賯氐賷乇丞 賮賷 丕賱噩夭亍 丕賱孬丕賳賷 賲賳 乇賵丕賷丞 丕賱賲乇丕赖賯
January 10, 2018
* This review may have a little spoiler *
I love short stories and novellas. It's fascinating how a writer can say so much in a few pages. Bobok is another excellent example of this writer's talent to describe people's virtues and miseries. He wrote major works concerning the human condition, and they all seem to have been written yesterday.
Timeless! And kind of funny.
So, this book is about Ivan Ivanovitch, a frustrated writer that went to a funeral of some distant relative. He complained about the cemetery, the smell, green water, the smiles of the dead that haunt his dreams. Well, It's a cemetery... not a place you'd go to have a picnic, I'm guessing.
Then, he sat on a tombstone and started to think about random stuff. Deep reflections about little details, I love that. Suddenly, he began to hear a conversation. He was all alone and he heard a conversation. In the cemetery. ALONE. I'd drop dead and end up under some tombstone in a heartbeat. (The last heartbeat, I guess.)
These dead people were not quite dead. They were aware of everything that surrounded them. They played cards, they discussed among each other, they even shared anecdotes. An active conscience after death is a theme I already saw in . It's an interesting yet disturbing theme. However, we can't help to ask ourselves, during several moments of our lives, if death really is the final step or not. Personally, I wish it was. I don't like some people here; I can't imagine what it would be like to be in some cemetery, stuck with annoying people for three or four months and not being able to go away!
Back to the book. Yes, their consciousness was active for about three, even six months until they decomposed. That's why these dead-not-so-dead people decided to spend those months as agreeable as possible. In order to do so, they were determined to cast aside all shame and be brutally honest. Because lying is needed on Earth; when you're dead, why would you care, right? Anyway, their crazy conversations were a delight to read.
What this short story is trying to tell us鈥攊n my humble opinion鈥攊s that even dead, human beings are capable of depravity. These guys were willing to waste those months that were given to them, probably to think about their existence on Earth and find some sort of redemption. Instead, they wanted to keep partying. A party of shameless degradation they started while living! The lowness of human condition appears even after death. Or not... I mean, meditation would be the right thing to do. But these people were freaking dead. Actually, they were about to be completely dead. So, it's a tough call.
May 03, 14
* Also on
I love short stories and novellas. It's fascinating how a writer can say so much in a few pages. Bobok is another excellent example of this writer's talent to describe people's virtues and miseries. He wrote major works concerning the human condition, and they all seem to have been written yesterday.
The wisest of all, in my opinion, is he who can, if only once a month, call himself a fool 鈥� a faculty unheard of nowadays. In old days, once a year at any rate a fool would recognize that he was a fool, but nowadays not a bit of it.
Timeless! And kind of funny.
So, this book is about Ivan Ivanovitch, a frustrated writer that went to a funeral of some distant relative. He complained about the cemetery, the smell, green water, the smiles of the dead that haunt his dreams. Well, It's a cemetery... not a place you'd go to have a picnic, I'm guessing.
Then, he sat on a tombstone and started to think about random stuff. Deep reflections about little details, I love that. Suddenly, he began to hear a conversation. He was all alone and he heard a conversation. In the cemetery. ALONE. I'd drop dead and end up under some tombstone in a heartbeat. (The last heartbeat, I guess.)
These dead people were not quite dead. They were aware of everything that surrounded them. They played cards, they discussed among each other, they even shared anecdotes. An active conscience after death is a theme I already saw in . It's an interesting yet disturbing theme. However, we can't help to ask ourselves, during several moments of our lives, if death really is the final step or not. Personally, I wish it was. I don't like some people here; I can't imagine what it would be like to be in some cemetery, stuck with annoying people for three or four months and not being able to go away!
Back to the book. Yes, their consciousness was active for about three, even six months until they decomposed. That's why these dead-not-so-dead people decided to spend those months as agreeable as possible. In order to do so, they were determined to cast aside all shame and be brutally honest. Because lying is needed on Earth; when you're dead, why would you care, right? Anyway, their crazy conversations were a delight to read.
What this short story is trying to tell us鈥攊n my humble opinion鈥攊s that even dead, human beings are capable of depravity. These guys were willing to waste those months that were given to them, probably to think about their existence on Earth and find some sort of redemption. Instead, they wanted to keep partying. A party of shameless degradation they started while living! The lowness of human condition appears even after death. Or not... I mean, meditation would be the right thing to do. But these people were freaking dead. Actually, they were about to be completely dead. So, it's a tough call.
May 03, 14
* Also on
November 9, 2020
Weird. Fun. Just gets going and it ends. Silly?
November 13, 2016
The title means 'little bean' and it is to be understood as 'nothing'. The premise which sounds more Gogol with its supernaturality than Dostoevsky is that recently dead and buried don't lose their consciousness but talk to each other lying in their graves during nights. What will they talk about? I guess different authors will have them behave in different ways - some will have them repent. But Dostoevsky will have them talk about their sins and take pride in their base acts, all the more now that they don't have to fear the law.
I guess there is a very profound psychological observation in it. We often say that respect is due to dead. But if such a thing as a soul, or some other form of consciousness exists, it must have the same desires as the living do, minus the ability to fulfil it. I'm pretty sure there must exist some kind of theory that what we call consciousness is nothing but awareness of our needs and desires. So, if some kind of consciousness was to survive death, it must have all those base desires as well. Why respect the dead then? If you are able to follow this reasoning till the end, than you are as insane as I am.
I guess there is a very profound psychological observation in it. We often say that respect is due to dead. But if such a thing as a soul, or some other form of consciousness exists, it must have the same desires as the living do, minus the ability to fulfil it. I'm pretty sure there must exist some kind of theory that what we call consciousness is nothing but awareness of our needs and desires. So, if some kind of consciousness was to survive death, it must have all those base desires as well. Why respect the dead then? If you are able to follow this reasoning till the end, than you are as insane as I am.
January 27, 2022
16th book of 2022
I would like to start off by saying that great things can come in small packages.
Bobok by Fyodor Dostoevsky is a short story, (my edition falls right at 24 pages.) Dostoevsky brings much to the table, writing part comedy, part philosophical work in Bobok. Our protagonist, Ivan Ivanovich is sick and tired of the rejection he has been receiving from publishing houses regarding his writing. He has been trying for years and no one has yet seen his potential, at least, that is the situation through Ivan's eyes.
In order to distract himself, Ivan Ivanovich decides to join a funeral procession of a distant relation. Following the group of mourners to the cemetery, making many silent observation to himself along the way.
Finally, Ivan Ivanovich decides to stay back at the cemetery rather than attend the indoor service. While sitting and observing the graves, he hears the voice of a man in an argument with another. There is no one around, and it only takes a moment for Ivan Ivanovich realizes that the voices are coming up from under the tombstones.
It is through these conversations with the dead that Ivan Ivanovich comes to realize many things about his own life that had been hidden from him, and gives him a clearer perspective.
The story ends with the voices of the dead being interrupted by all things, a sneeze.
Witty, heartfelt, and incredible easy to read, I highly recommend Bobok to anyone looking for a half hour read that comes along with quite a lot to think about. Five stars.
I would like to start off by saying that great things can come in small packages.
Bobok by Fyodor Dostoevsky is a short story, (my edition falls right at 24 pages.) Dostoevsky brings much to the table, writing part comedy, part philosophical work in Bobok. Our protagonist, Ivan Ivanovich is sick and tired of the rejection he has been receiving from publishing houses regarding his writing. He has been trying for years and no one has yet seen his potential, at least, that is the situation through Ivan's eyes.
In order to distract himself, Ivan Ivanovich decides to join a funeral procession of a distant relation. Following the group of mourners to the cemetery, making many silent observation to himself along the way.
Finally, Ivan Ivanovich decides to stay back at the cemetery rather than attend the indoor service. While sitting and observing the graves, he hears the voice of a man in an argument with another. There is no one around, and it only takes a moment for Ivan Ivanovich realizes that the voices are coming up from under the tombstones.
It is through these conversations with the dead that Ivan Ivanovich comes to realize many things about his own life that had been hidden from him, and gives him a clearer perspective.
The story ends with the voices of the dead being interrupted by all things, a sneeze.
Witty, heartfelt, and incredible easy to read, I highly recommend Bobok to anyone looking for a half hour read that comes along with quite a lot to think about. Five stars.
November 10, 2020
隆Es muy interesante y divertido este desconocido cuento de Dostoievski! Esa desopilante charla de muertos que dialogan con el narrador (en una sutil forma que Dostoievski ten铆a de hablar sobre la disparidad de las clases sociales de la Rusia zarista) me hace acordar al cuento "Un sue帽o extra帽o" de Mark Twain, protagonizado por esqueletos.
July 12, 2017
For those who like to reflect on what happens to our consciousness after we die - Dostoyevsky gives us a lot to think about in this lovely short story.
December 3, 2019
When your soul stinks even the dead can hear it ))
February 3, 2021
Quando Dostoyevsky publicou Os Dem贸nios, foi crucificado pelos cr铆ticos que o acusaram de haver criado um romance que lembrava um manic贸mio povoado de gente exc锚ntrica e delirante que s贸 articulava enxurradas de asneiras.
Nesse per铆odo, Dostoyevsky era chefe de reda莽茫o do seman谩rio Grajdanin e podia ter dado resposta a estas p茅rolas por meio de alguma publica莽茫o, mas tal n茫o fez. Em vez disso, respondeu com a arma que melhor dominava e em que era, claramente, superior a quem o acusava: a fic莽茫o.
Assim nasceu Bobok. Bobok 茅 um pequeno conto desenvolvido a partir dos moldes de quem lhe apontava o dedo e aos quais d谩 uma resposta a preceito.
N茫o se passa num manic贸mio mas num cemit茅rio, e as personagens est茫o mortas e enterradas. Todavia, oscilam no fio da navalha, numa esp茅cie de antec芒mera da morte, um per铆odo em que ainda est茫o conscientes e se manifestam embora j谩 n茫o dominem o corpo.
E o que v茫o fazer? V茫o entrar numa pandega desavergonhada, perfeita met谩fora da conduta imoral de uma certa aristocracia decadente na R煤ssia da 茅poca, e onde se inclu铆am muitos dos seus delatores.
Em meio a esta turba de devassos, Dostoyevsky real莽a o 煤nico comportamento que se destaca pela positiva: o homem simples; o homem pobre mas de firmes valores morais, que vivia num ambiente afetivo bem estruturado e que, nem aqui onde j谩 ningu茅m o pode julgar, se deixa corromper.
J谩 o narrador desta hist贸ria deliciosa podia muito bem ser o pr贸prio autor.
Nesse per铆odo, Dostoyevsky era chefe de reda莽茫o do seman谩rio Grajdanin e podia ter dado resposta a estas p茅rolas por meio de alguma publica莽茫o, mas tal n茫o fez. Em vez disso, respondeu com a arma que melhor dominava e em que era, claramente, superior a quem o acusava: a fic莽茫o.
Assim nasceu Bobok. Bobok 茅 um pequeno conto desenvolvido a partir dos moldes de quem lhe apontava o dedo e aos quais d谩 uma resposta a preceito.
N茫o se passa num manic贸mio mas num cemit茅rio, e as personagens est茫o mortas e enterradas. Todavia, oscilam no fio da navalha, numa esp茅cie de antec芒mera da morte, um per铆odo em que ainda est茫o conscientes e se manifestam embora j谩 n茫o dominem o corpo.
E o que v茫o fazer? V茫o entrar numa pandega desavergonhada, perfeita met谩fora da conduta imoral de uma certa aristocracia decadente na R煤ssia da 茅poca, e onde se inclu铆am muitos dos seus delatores.
Em meio a esta turba de devassos, Dostoyevsky real莽a o 煤nico comportamento que se destaca pela positiva: o homem simples; o homem pobre mas de firmes valores morais, que vivia num ambiente afetivo bem estruturado e que, nem aqui onde j谩 ningu茅m o pode julgar, se deixa corromper.
J谩 o narrador desta hist贸ria deliciosa podia muito bem ser o pr贸prio autor.
December 27, 2024
kind of reminded me of that jean paul sartre play where everyone is waiting to go to hell and discuss all the things they feel guilty for and then realise that the waiting and discussion itself is actually hell.
its a very small story about how moral corruption exists even after death.
its a very small story about how moral corruption exists even after death.
June 20, 2024
A brief tale that is not worth retaining. The narrative centers on Ivan Ivanovitch, who hears the voices of the newly buried and deceased while attending a funeral. While they wait for whatever is going to happen to them, the dead amuse themselves by chatting about various topics. If there was a point, I believe I missed it. It was devoid of the depth that I've grown accustomed to reading Dostoevsky, and I don't believe that the story's extremely little running time is the only factor in this. This is a short story that can be finished in less an hour, therefore I think it deserves another opportunity, so I will be returning to it.
February 12, 2023
'What I want, first of all, is to feel respect. I long to feel respect,' an acquaintance of mine once said to me, not so long ago. He longs to feel respect! Good God, I thought, what would happen to you if you dared print that nowadays?
February 20, 2017
Depravity exists even when you are dead.
September 24, 2021
Oh Fyodor, you are such a bird.
So complicated. I know you'd be on Fox News for sincere, even holy reasons. Yet, your imagination is one for the ages.
An addled, disagreeable writer helps out at a family funeral. He isn't welcome there, just needed. He hangs out afterwards amongst the tombstones and begins to overhear the conversations of the recently deceased. The ensuing banter skewers all sections of society and it becomes clear that wretched souls are smelly and the dead can recognize another's depravity.
I wasn't expecting this story to be intact within The Writer's Diary but there it was.
So complicated. I know you'd be on Fox News for sincere, even holy reasons. Yet, your imagination is one for the ages.
An addled, disagreeable writer helps out at a family funeral. He isn't welcome there, just needed. He hangs out afterwards amongst the tombstones and begins to overhear the conversations of the recently deceased. The ensuing banter skewers all sections of society and it becomes clear that wretched souls are smelly and the dead can recognize another's depravity.
I wasn't expecting this story to be intact within The Writer's Diary but there it was.
February 24, 2021
Un magn铆fico relato publicado en la revista El Ciudadano en 1873.
La trama se centra en el inesperado suceso ocurrido a un escritor poco exitoso: cuando visita un cementerio escucha de pronto unos di谩logos procedentes de las tumbas!
En ese momento 茅l permanecer谩 en silencio para enterarse de las cosas que tienen que decir aquellos difuntos.
Es considerado uno de los mejores relatos de Dostoievski seg煤n Bajt铆n.
La trama se centra en el inesperado suceso ocurrido a un escritor poco exitoso: cuando visita un cementerio escucha de pronto unos di谩logos procedentes de las tumbas!
En ese momento 茅l permanecer谩 en silencio para enterarse de las cosas que tienen que decir aquellos difuntos.
Es considerado uno de los mejores relatos de Dostoievski seg煤n Bajt铆n.
April 27, 2023
ko prizna pola idiotizma mu se pra拧ta.
July 30, 2024
loggin two dostoevsky short stories separately so they both count towards my reading goal? yes
July 28, 2018
螠委伪 伪魏蠈渭伪 渭喂魏蟻萎 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿慰蟽蟿慰纬喂苇蠁蟽魏喂 蟺慰蠀 渭蟺萎魏蔚 魏伪蟿蔚蠀胃蔚委伪谓 蟽蟿喂蟼 伪纬伪蟺畏渭苇谓蔚蟼 未喂魏苇蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蠈蠂喂 渭蠈谓慰. 韦蟻慰渭蔚蟻维 蟽慰蠀蟻蔚维位, 纬魏蟻慰蟿苇蟽魏伪, 伪蟽蟿蔚委伪 魏伪喂 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻畏.
螆谓伪蟼 蟽蠂蔚未蠈谓 伪蟺慰蟿蠀蠂畏渭苇谓慰蟼 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂蔚喂 伪谓伪纬魏伪蟽蟿蔚委 谓伪 魏维谓蔚喂 未慰蠀位蔚喂苇蟼 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 蟿喂蟼 胃蔚蠅蟻蔚委 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏苇蟼, 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽委味蔚喂 渭委伪 渭苇蟻伪 谓伪 魏维谓蔚喂 渭委伪 尾蠈位蟿伪 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺蠈位畏 纬喂伪 谓伪 尉蔚蟽魏维蟽蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏谓 魏伪胃畏渭蔚蟻喂谓萎 蟿慰蠀 蟻慰蠀蟿委谓伪. 韦蠀蠂伪委谓蔚喂 谓伪 蟺蔚蟻维蟽蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 苇谓伪 谓蔚魏蟻慰蟿伪蠁蔚委慰 魏伪喂 伪谓伪纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 苇谓伪 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺慰 蟺慰蠀 尾蟻喂蟽魏蠈蟿伪谓 蟽蔚 渭委伪 魏畏未蔚委伪 蔚魏蔚委. 螤蔚蟻谓维蔚喂 蟿慰 蠀蟺蠈位慰喂蟺慰 蟿畏蟼 畏渭苇蟻伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 尉伪蟺位蠅渭苇谓慰蟼 蟽蔚 苇谓伪 蟿维蠁慰 魏伪喂 尉伪蠁谓喂魏维 伪魏慰蠉蔚喂 蠁蠅谓苇蟼 魏伪喂 纬苇位喂伪 伪蟺蠈 蟿伪 渭谓萎渭伪蟿伪. 螠苇谓蔚喂 蟽喂蠅蟺畏位蠈蟼 魏伪喂 伪魏慰蠉蔚喂 渭蔚 蔚谓未喂伪蠁苇蟻慰谓.
韦慰 螠蟺慰渭蟺蠈魏 蔚委谓伪喂 渭委伪 位苇尉畏 蟺慰蠀 未蔚 蟽畏渭伪委谓蔚喂 蟿委蟺慰蟿伪. 螘维谓 魏维蟺慰喂慰蟼 渭蟺蔚喂 蟽蟿慰谓 魏蠈蟺慰 谓伪 渭蔚蟿伪蠁蟻维蟽蔚喂 伪蠀蟿萎 蟿畏谓 慰谓慰渭伪蟽委伪 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿慰蟽蟿慰纬喂苇蠁蟽魏喂 渭蔚蟿伪蠁慰蟻喂魏维 未喂伪尾维味慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 伪谓维纬蔚喂 蟿慰 蟿委蟺慰蟿伪 蟽蟿喂蟼 畏胃喂魏苇蟼 伪尉委蔚蟼, 蟽蟿畏 味蠅萎, 蟽蟿慰 胃维谓伪蟿慰, 蟽蟿畏 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏, 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿伪蟺喂蔚蟽渭苇谓畏 蠁蠉蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀, 蟽蟿伪 蟺维谓蟿伪. 螘委谓伪喂 渭委伪 蔚蟻渭畏谓蔚委伪 蟺慰蠀 渭慰蠀 萎蟻胃蔚 魏伪蟿蔚蠀胃蔚委伪谓 蟽蟿慰 渭蠀伪位蠈 渭慰蠀 蠈蟿伪谓 蟿蔚位蔚委蠅蟽伪 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻慰 未喂萎纬畏渭伪. 螘委谓伪喂 蟽伪 谓伪 位苇渭蔚 蠈蟿喂 蟿伪 蟺维谓蟿伪 苇蠂慰蠀谓 蟽畏渭伪蟽委伪, 蟿畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 蟺慰蠀 蠈位伪 蔚委谓伪喂 伪谓慰蠉蟽喂伪.
韦慰 渭苇纬蔚胃慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 未蔚 尉蔚蟺蔚蟻谓维蔚喂 蟿喂蟼 30 蟽蔚位委未蔚蟼 伪位位维 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏维 苇蠂蔚喂 蟿蠈蟽伪 蟺慰位位维 渭喂魏蟻维 谓慰萎渭伪蟿伪 渭苇蟽伪 魏伪喂 蟺慰位位苇蟼 蔚谓未喂伪蠁苇蟻慰蠀蟽蔚蟼 谓蠉尉蔚喂蟼. 桅伪谓蟿伪蟽蟿蔚委蟿蔚 渭委伪 蟺伪蟻苇伪 谓蔚魏蟻蠋谓 谓伪 魏维谓慰蠀谓 伪蟺慰位慰纬喂蟽渭蠈 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 蟿慰蠀蟼, 谓伪 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽委味慰蠀谓 慰渭蠈蠁蠅谓伪 谓伪 伪蟺慰蟿维尉慰蠀谓 蟿喂蟼 蟺蟻慰魏伪蟿伪位萎蠄蔚喂蟼, 蟿伪 蟺维胃畏 魏伪喂 蠈位伪 伪蠀蟿维 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰蠀蟼 魏蟻伪蟿慰蠉蟽伪谓 魏伪蟿伪蟺喂蔚蟽渭苇谓慰蠀蟼. 螒位位维 蟿蔚位喂魏维, 委蟽蠅蟼 慰喂 谓蔚魏蟻慰委 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 蠈蟽慰 谓蔚魏蟻慰委 谓慰渭委味慰蠀谓, 渭维位位慰谓 蟿蔚位喂魏维 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺喂慰 味蠅谓蟿伪谓慰委 魏伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰蠀蟼 味蠅谓蟿伪谓慰蠉蟼!
韦慰 苇谓蟿慰谓慰 渭伪蠉蟻慰 蠂喂慰蠉渭慰蟻, 慰喂 渭慰谓伪未喂魏慰委 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蔚蟼 魏伪喂 慰喂 味蠅谓蟿伪谓苇蟼 蔚喂魏蠈谓蔚蟼 蟿蠅谓 蟺蔚胃伪渭苇谓蠅谓 (!), 渭蔚蟿伪蟿蟻苇蟺慰蠀谓 蟿慰 螠蟺慰渭蟺蠈魏 蟽蔚 苇谓伪 蟺蔚蟻委蔚蟻纬伪 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻慰 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽渭伪, 蟺慰蠀 蟺喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蠅 未蔚 胃伪 伪蠁萎蟽蔚喂 魏伪谓苇谓伪谓 蟺伪蟻伪蟺慰谓蔚渭苇谓慰. 螝伪胃蠋蟼 未喂维尾伪味伪 蟿畏谓 伪蟻蠂萎 蟿畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼 苇谓喂蠅蟽伪 蠈蟿喂 慰 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 渭委伪 "维位位畏 蔚魏未慰蠂萎" 蟿慰蠀 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀 蟿慰蠀 违蟺慰纬蔚委慰蠀. 螠慰蠀 伪蟻苇蟽蔚喂 蟺维蟻伪 蟺慰位蠉 蠈蟿伪谓 慰 螡蟿慰蟽蟿慰纬喂苇蠁蟽魏喂 蟺蔚蟻喂纬蟻维蠁蔚喂 蟿苇蟿慰喂慰蠀蟼 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蔚蟼, 渭喂位蠋谓蟿伪蟼 蟽蟿慰 蟺蟻蠋蟿慰 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺慰. 韦慰 蟿苇位慰蟼 渭苇谓蔚喂 伪谓慰喂蠂蟿蠈 魏伪喂 苇蟿蟽喂 慰 魏伪胃苇谓伪蟼 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 尾纬维位蔚喂 蟿慰 未喂魏蠈 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠀渭蟺苇蟻伪蟽渭伪 纬喂伪 蟿慰谓 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蟽魏慰蟺蠈 蟿畏蟼 蟿蔚位喂魏萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 伪蟺蠈蠁伪蟽畏, 魏维蟿喂 蟺慰蠀 尾蟻萎魏伪 蔚蠀蠁蠀苇蟽蟿伪蟿慰 纬喂伪 蟺慰位位慰蠉蟼 位蠈纬慰蠀蟼.
螝位蔚委谓慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰, 维蟻蠂喂蟽伪 谓伪 蟽喂纬慰蟿蟻伪纬慰蠀未蠋
螆谓伪蟼 蟽蠂蔚未蠈谓 伪蟺慰蟿蠀蠂畏渭苇谓慰蟼 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 苇蠂蔚喂 伪谓伪纬魏伪蟽蟿蔚委 谓伪 魏维谓蔚喂 未慰蠀位蔚喂苇蟼 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 蟿喂蟼 胃蔚蠅蟻蔚委 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏苇蟼, 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽委味蔚喂 渭委伪 渭苇蟻伪 谓伪 魏维谓蔚喂 渭委伪 尾蠈位蟿伪 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺蠈位畏 纬喂伪 谓伪 尉蔚蟽魏维蟽蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏谓 魏伪胃畏渭蔚蟻喂谓萎 蟿慰蠀 蟻慰蠀蟿委谓伪. 韦蠀蠂伪委谓蔚喂 谓伪 蟺蔚蟻维蟽蔚喂 伪蟺蠈 苇谓伪 谓蔚魏蟻慰蟿伪蠁蔚委慰 魏伪喂 伪谓伪纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 苇谓伪 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺慰 蟺慰蠀 尾蟻喂蟽魏蠈蟿伪谓 蟽蔚 渭委伪 魏畏未蔚委伪 蔚魏蔚委. 螤蔚蟻谓维蔚喂 蟿慰 蠀蟺蠈位慰喂蟺慰 蟿畏蟼 畏渭苇蟻伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 尉伪蟺位蠅渭苇谓慰蟼 蟽蔚 苇谓伪 蟿维蠁慰 魏伪喂 尉伪蠁谓喂魏维 伪魏慰蠉蔚喂 蠁蠅谓苇蟼 魏伪喂 纬苇位喂伪 伪蟺蠈 蟿伪 渭谓萎渭伪蟿伪. 螠苇谓蔚喂 蟽喂蠅蟺畏位蠈蟼 魏伪喂 伪魏慰蠉蔚喂 渭蔚 蔚谓未喂伪蠁苇蟻慰谓.
韦慰 螠蟺慰渭蟺蠈魏 蔚委谓伪喂 渭委伪 位苇尉畏 蟺慰蠀 未蔚 蟽畏渭伪委谓蔚喂 蟿委蟺慰蟿伪. 螘维谓 魏维蟺慰喂慰蟼 渭蟺蔚喂 蟽蟿慰谓 魏蠈蟺慰 谓伪 渭蔚蟿伪蠁蟻维蟽蔚喂 伪蠀蟿萎 蟿畏谓 慰谓慰渭伪蟽委伪 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿慰蟽蟿慰纬喂苇蠁蟽魏喂 渭蔚蟿伪蠁慰蟻喂魏维 未喂伪尾维味慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 伪谓维纬蔚喂 蟿慰 蟿委蟺慰蟿伪 蟽蟿喂蟼 畏胃喂魏苇蟼 伪尉委蔚蟼, 蟽蟿畏 味蠅萎, 蟽蟿慰 胃维谓伪蟿慰, 蟽蟿畏 蟽蠀谓蔚委未畏蟽畏, 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿伪蟺喂蔚蟽渭苇谓畏 蠁蠉蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀, 蟽蟿伪 蟺维谓蟿伪. 螘委谓伪喂 渭委伪 蔚蟻渭畏谓蔚委伪 蟺慰蠀 渭慰蠀 萎蟻胃蔚 魏伪蟿蔚蠀胃蔚委伪谓 蟽蟿慰 渭蠀伪位蠈 渭慰蠀 蠈蟿伪谓 蟿蔚位蔚委蠅蟽伪 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻慰 未喂萎纬畏渭伪. 螘委谓伪喂 蟽伪 谓伪 位苇渭蔚 蠈蟿喂 蟿伪 蟺维谓蟿伪 苇蠂慰蠀谓 蟽畏渭伪蟽委伪, 蟿畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 蟺慰蠀 蠈位伪 蔚委谓伪喂 伪谓慰蠉蟽喂伪.
韦慰 渭苇纬蔚胃慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 未蔚 尉蔚蟺蔚蟻谓维蔚喂 蟿喂蟼 30 蟽蔚位委未蔚蟼 伪位位维 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏维 苇蠂蔚喂 蟿蠈蟽伪 蟺慰位位维 渭喂魏蟻维 谓慰萎渭伪蟿伪 渭苇蟽伪 魏伪喂 蟺慰位位苇蟼 蔚谓未喂伪蠁苇蟻慰蠀蟽蔚蟼 谓蠉尉蔚喂蟼. 桅伪谓蟿伪蟽蟿蔚委蟿蔚 渭委伪 蟺伪蟻苇伪 谓蔚魏蟻蠋谓 谓伪 魏维谓慰蠀谓 伪蟺慰位慰纬喂蟽渭蠈 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 蟿慰蠀蟼, 谓伪 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽委味慰蠀谓 慰渭蠈蠁蠅谓伪 谓伪 伪蟺慰蟿维尉慰蠀谓 蟿喂蟼 蟺蟻慰魏伪蟿伪位萎蠄蔚喂蟼, 蟿伪 蟺维胃畏 魏伪喂 蠈位伪 伪蠀蟿维 蟺慰蠀 蟿慰蠀蟼 魏蟻伪蟿慰蠉蟽伪谓 魏伪蟿伪蟺喂蔚蟽渭苇谓慰蠀蟼. 螒位位维 蟿蔚位喂魏维, 委蟽蠅蟼 慰喂 谓蔚魏蟻慰委 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 蠈蟽慰 谓蔚魏蟻慰委 谓慰渭委味慰蠀谓, 渭维位位慰谓 蟿蔚位喂魏维 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺喂慰 味蠅谓蟿伪谓慰委 魏伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰蠀蟼 味蠅谓蟿伪谓慰蠉蟼!
韦慰 苇谓蟿慰谓慰 渭伪蠉蟻慰 蠂喂慰蠉渭慰蟻, 慰喂 渭慰谓伪未喂魏慰委 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蔚蟼 魏伪喂 慰喂 味蠅谓蟿伪谓苇蟼 蔚喂魏蠈谓蔚蟼 蟿蠅谓 蟺蔚胃伪渭苇谓蠅谓 (!), 渭蔚蟿伪蟿蟻苇蟺慰蠀谓 蟿慰 螠蟺慰渭蟺蠈魏 蟽蔚 苇谓伪 蟺蔚蟻委蔚蟻纬伪 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻慰 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽渭伪, 蟺慰蠀 蟺喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蠅 未蔚 胃伪 伪蠁萎蟽蔚喂 魏伪谓苇谓伪谓 蟺伪蟻伪蟺慰谓蔚渭苇谓慰. 螝伪胃蠋蟼 未喂维尾伪味伪 蟿畏谓 伪蟻蠂萎 蟿畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼 苇谓喂蠅蟽伪 蠈蟿喂 慰 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 渭委伪 "维位位畏 蔚魏未慰蠂萎" 蟿慰蠀 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀 蟿慰蠀 违蟺慰纬蔚委慰蠀. 螠慰蠀 伪蟻苇蟽蔚喂 蟺维蟻伪 蟺慰位蠉 蠈蟿伪谓 慰 螡蟿慰蟽蟿慰纬喂苇蠁蟽魏喂 蟺蔚蟻喂纬蟻维蠁蔚喂 蟿苇蟿慰喂慰蠀蟼 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻蔚蟼, 渭喂位蠋谓蟿伪蟼 蟽蟿慰 蟺蟻蠋蟿慰 蟺蟻蠈蟽蠅蟺慰. 韦慰 蟿苇位慰蟼 渭苇谓蔚喂 伪谓慰喂蠂蟿蠈 魏伪喂 苇蟿蟽喂 慰 魏伪胃苇谓伪蟼 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 尾纬维位蔚喂 蟿慰 未喂魏蠈 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠀渭蟺苇蟻伪蟽渭伪 纬喂伪 蟿慰谓 蟺蟻蠅蟿伪纬蠅谓喂蟽蟿萎 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蟽魏慰蟺蠈 蟿畏蟼 蟿蔚位喂魏萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 伪蟺蠈蠁伪蟽畏, 魏维蟿喂 蟺慰蠀 尾蟻萎魏伪 蔚蠀蠁蠀苇蟽蟿伪蟿慰 纬喂伪 蟺慰位位慰蠉蟼 位蠈纬慰蠀蟼.
螝位蔚委谓慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰, 维蟻蠂喂蟽伪 谓伪 蟽喂纬慰蟿蟻伪纬慰蠀未蠋
February 28, 2025
"賵賯鬲蹖 賮乇丕賳爻賵蹖鈥屬囏� 丿賵 賯乇賳 賵 賳蹖賲 倬蹖卮 亘乇丕蹖 禺賵丿卮丕賳 丿蹖賵丕賳賴鈥屫з嗁� 爻丕禺鬲賳丿貙 丕爻倬丕賳蹖丕蹖蹖鈥屬囏� 诏賮鬲賳丿 : 丕蹖賳 賮乇丕賳爻賵蹖鈥屬囏� 賴賲賴鈥屰� 丿蹖賵丕賳賴鈥屬囏й屸€屫簇з� 乇丕 诏乇賮鬲賴鈥屫з嗀� 賵 蹖讴鈥屫� 丕賳丿丕禺鬲賴鈥屫з嗀� 鬲丕 孬丕亘鬲 讴賳賳丿 禺賵丿卮丕賳 毓丕賯賱鈥屫з嗀�.!
讴丕賲賱丕 賴賲 丿乇爻鬲 丕爻鬲. 丕诏乇 蹖讴蹖 丿蹖诏乇 乇丕 亘蹖賳丿丕夭蹖 鬲賵蹖 丿蹖賵丕賳賴鈥屫з嗁囏� 孬丕亘鬲 賳賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 讴賴 禺賵丿鬲 毓丕賯賱蹖. "賮賱丕賳蹖 丿蹖賵丕賳賴 卮丿賴貙 倬爻 蹖毓賳蹖 賲丕 毓丕賯賱蹖賲."
诏賮鬲鈥屬堏堎囏й屰� 讴賴 亘蹖賳 賲乇丿诏丕賳賽 丿賮賳 卮丿賴 乇丿 賵 亘丿賱 賲蹖鈥屫簇� 蹖丕 亘賴 賯賵賱 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴貙 賴賲丕賳 亘賵亘賵讴.
禺賵賳丿賳卮 爻丕毓鬲 丿賵 氐亘丨貙 鬲賵蹖 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖貙 爻讴賵鬲 賵 鬲丕乇蹖讴蹖 乇賵 丿賵爻鬲 丿丕卮鬲賲. D=
讴丕賲賱丕 賴賲 丿乇爻鬲 丕爻鬲. 丕诏乇 蹖讴蹖 丿蹖诏乇 乇丕 亘蹖賳丿丕夭蹖 鬲賵蹖 丿蹖賵丕賳賴鈥屫з嗁囏� 孬丕亘鬲 賳賲蹖鈥屭┵嗀� 讴賴 禺賵丿鬲 毓丕賯賱蹖. "賮賱丕賳蹖 丿蹖賵丕賳賴 卮丿賴貙 倬爻 蹖毓賳蹖 賲丕 毓丕賯賱蹖賲."
诏賮鬲鈥屬堏堎囏й屰� 讴賴 亘蹖賳 賲乇丿诏丕賳賽 丿賮賳 卮丿賴 乇丿 賵 亘丿賱 賲蹖鈥屫簇� 蹖丕 亘賴 賯賵賱 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴貙 賴賲丕賳 亘賵亘賵讴.
禺賵賳丿賳卮 爻丕毓鬲 丿賵 氐亘丨貙 鬲賵蹖 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖貙 爻讴賵鬲 賵 鬲丕乇蹖讴蹖 乇賵 丿賵爻鬲 丿丕卮鬲賲. D=
July 11, 2023
"袚谢邪胁薪芯 褬械, 蟹薪邪褔懈, 写胁邪 懈谢懈 褌褉懈 屑械褋械褑邪 卸懈胁芯褌邪 懈, 薪邪 泻褉邪褬褍 泻褉邪褬械胁邪... 斜芯斜邪褑!
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袛芯谢械 泻芯薪芯锌褑懈, 懈 褏邪褬写械 写邪 锌褉芯卸懈胁懈屑芯 芯胁邪 写胁邪 屑械褋械褑邪 褍 薪邪褬斜械褋褌懈写薪懈褬芯褬 懈褋褌懈薪懈! 袨斜薪邪卸懈屑芯 褋械 懈 斜褍写懈屑芯 谐芯谢懈!"
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袛芯谢械 泻芯薪芯锌褑懈, 懈 褏邪褬写械 写邪 锌褉芯卸懈胁懈屑芯 芯胁邪 写胁邪 屑械褋械褑邪 褍 薪邪褬斜械褋褌懈写薪懈褬芯褬 懈褋褌懈薪懈! 袨斜薪邪卸懈屑芯 褋械 懈 斜褍写懈屑芯 谐芯谢懈!"
May 3, 2019
螤位维魏伪 蔚委蠂蔚 蟿慰 螠蟺蠈渭蟺慰魏! 螆谓伪 未喂萎纬畏渭伪 蟺慰蠀 胃蠀渭委味蔚喂 蟺喂慰 蟺慰位蠉 螕魏蠈纬魏慰位 蟺维蟻伪 螡蟿慰蟽蟿慰纬喂蔚蠁蟽魏喂. 危蔚 谓蔚魏蟻慰蟿伪蠁蔚委慰 慰喂 谓蔚魏蟻慰委 苇蠂慰蠀谓 蟽蟿萎蟽蔚喂 魏慰蠀尾蔚谓蟿慰位蠈喂 魏伪喂 慰喂 未喂维位慰纬慰喂 蔚委谓伪喂 蟽蟺伪蟻蟿伪蟻喂蟽蟿慰委. 韦慰 尾喂尾位喂慰 蟺蔚蟻喂蔚委蠂蔚 魏伪喂 苇谓伪 未蔚蠉蟿蔚蟻慰 未喂萎纬畏渭伪 纬喂伪 渭委伪 纬畏蟻伪喂维 魏蠀蟻委伪 魏伪喂 蟿喂蟼 蟿蔚位蔚蠀蟿伪委蔚蟼 蟽蟿喂纬渭苇蟼 蠈蠂喂 魏维蟿喂 蟿慰 喂未喂伪委蟿蔚蟻慰.
June 13, 2021
Wth was this....
February 2, 2025
in what world is "oh ho ho ho" hiccups?..
August 10, 2013
Bobok by Fyodor Dostoevsky
When it comes to discussing truly great writers, one of the first names that inevitably come to my mind is Fyodor Dostoevsky. His extraordinary acumen of human nature and his wondrous ability to discern and vividly depict the psychological traits in human behavior are epitomized in his two best novels: Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov. Nevertheless, many of his other less known works are just as insightful, poignant and more often than not, extremely engrossing.
Such is the case of his short story Bobok. In this brief anecdote we find ourselves with what it might appear, at first, as the incoherent ramblings of a feverish man. Eventually the story acquires strength and once it gets hold of your mind it never lets go of it until the very last page, leaving you with an unquenchable thirst for more.
Bobok is the story of a man that, while attending the funeral of a distant relative of his, he happens to eavesdrop on a peculiar conversation. It is the people interred in the cemetery that begin to acquaint themselves with the 鈥渘ewly arrived鈥�, discuss over a game of cards certain topics regarding those that live no more and eventually try to discern the nature of their condition. At first, social rank and decorum prevail in the interaction between the non-living, until a certain Baron decides to stir things up and proposes a change of things for the sake of enjoying the time they have left, before leaving our world for good.
Through this witty anecdote, Dostoevsky concocts an utterly tantalizing idea, the notion that after death there is not precisely death, but a brief span of time in which consciousness dwells still and is fully aware of its environment.
There is a certain detail in the story that I found extremely interesting:
While the story develops, both the narrator and the interred constantly complain of a redolent, foul smell that infects the whole cemetery. Although the dead have no sense of smell anymore, yet they claim to feel the stench; the possible explanation given to the reader is that the stench is a moral one, that is, the stench of the soul. Here we have a clear purgatory allusion, the notion that the remnant consciousness of oneself, still has to own up to the sins and shortcomings of its previous life.
Through its various characters, Bobok contains social criticism and satire, indicts several roles within the Russian society and touches upon the question that at least once has popped up in our minds: 驴Is there an afterlife? 驴And if so, what if..?
When it comes to discussing truly great writers, one of the first names that inevitably come to my mind is Fyodor Dostoevsky. His extraordinary acumen of human nature and his wondrous ability to discern and vividly depict the psychological traits in human behavior are epitomized in his two best novels: Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov. Nevertheless, many of his other less known works are just as insightful, poignant and more often than not, extremely engrossing.
Such is the case of his short story Bobok. In this brief anecdote we find ourselves with what it might appear, at first, as the incoherent ramblings of a feverish man. Eventually the story acquires strength and once it gets hold of your mind it never lets go of it until the very last page, leaving you with an unquenchable thirst for more.
Bobok is the story of a man that, while attending the funeral of a distant relative of his, he happens to eavesdrop on a peculiar conversation. It is the people interred in the cemetery that begin to acquaint themselves with the 鈥渘ewly arrived鈥�, discuss over a game of cards certain topics regarding those that live no more and eventually try to discern the nature of their condition. At first, social rank and decorum prevail in the interaction between the non-living, until a certain Baron decides to stir things up and proposes a change of things for the sake of enjoying the time they have left, before leaving our world for good.
Through this witty anecdote, Dostoevsky concocts an utterly tantalizing idea, the notion that after death there is not precisely death, but a brief span of time in which consciousness dwells still and is fully aware of its environment.
There is a certain detail in the story that I found extremely interesting:
While the story develops, both the narrator and the interred constantly complain of a redolent, foul smell that infects the whole cemetery. Although the dead have no sense of smell anymore, yet they claim to feel the stench; the possible explanation given to the reader is that the stench is a moral one, that is, the stench of the soul. Here we have a clear purgatory allusion, the notion that the remnant consciousness of oneself, still has to own up to the sins and shortcomings of its previous life.
Through its various characters, Bobok contains social criticism and satire, indicts several roles within the Russian society and touches upon the question that at least once has popped up in our minds: 驴Is there an afterlife? 驴And if so, what if..?
September 19, 2017
Nowadays humour and a fine style have disappeared, and abuse is accepted as wit.
I am thinking of making a collection of the bons mobs of Voltaire, but am afraid it may seem a little flat to our people. Voltaire鈥檚 no good now; nowadays we want a cudgel, not Voltaire. We knock each other鈥檚 last teeth out nowadays.
The wisest of all, in my opinion, is he who can, if only once a month, call himself a fool 鈥� a faculty unheard of nowadays. In old days, once a year at any rate a fool would recognise that he was a fool, but nowadays not a bit of it. And they have so muddled things up that there is no telling a fool from a wise man. They have done that on purpose.
I don鈥檛 like to hear people who have nothing but a general education venture to solve the problems that require special knowledge; and with us that鈥檚 done continually. Civilians love to pass opinions about subjects that are the province of the soldier and even of the field-marshal; while men who have been educated as engineers prefer discussing philosophy and political economy.
I am thinking of making a collection of the bons mobs of Voltaire, but am afraid it may seem a little flat to our people. Voltaire鈥檚 no good now; nowadays we want a cudgel, not Voltaire. We knock each other鈥檚 last teeth out nowadays.
The wisest of all, in my opinion, is he who can, if only once a month, call himself a fool 鈥� a faculty unheard of nowadays. In old days, once a year at any rate a fool would recognise that he was a fool, but nowadays not a bit of it. And they have so muddled things up that there is no telling a fool from a wise man. They have done that on purpose.
I don鈥檛 like to hear people who have nothing but a general education venture to solve the problems that require special knowledge; and with us that鈥檚 done continually. Civilians love to pass opinions about subjects that are the province of the soldier and even of the field-marshal; while men who have been educated as engineers prefer discussing philosophy and political economy.
February 7, 2024
'Even in the grave they won't let me rest in peace!'
this short story was included in the penguin classic version of White Nights which had me sobbing and contemplating life, this story however is sarcastic and funny. I would rate it 3.5 because White Nights just blew me away and i don鈥檛 think i鈥檒l stop thinking about it and no book will compare to it in a while.
this short story was included in the penguin classic version of White Nights which had me sobbing and contemplating life, this story however is sarcastic and funny. I would rate it 3.5 because White Nights just blew me away and i don鈥檛 think i鈥檒l stop thinking about it and no book will compare to it in a while.
September 14, 2024
N毛 shqip e p毛rkthyer me titull 鈥渄毛shtaku鈥� . Kam nj毛 or毛 q毛 e k毛rkoj mezi e gjeta 馃槶 Nj毛 tregim ku t毛 vdekurit flasin鈥� po po flasin! Duan t毛 heqin turpet, t毛 zhvishen nga kompleksitetet.. ky tregim m毛 futi n毛 mendime鈥�
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