THE OTHER

St Petersburg

It was
a terrible night:

(Quoted from Dostoevsky's The Double)
a November night, wet, misty, snowy, fraught with abscesses, colds, agues, tonsillitis, fevers of all possible descriptions ‒ in short, with all the delights that November in St Petersburg has to offer.
The wind wailed down the empty streets, raising the black waters of the River Fontanka above the level of the rings and tugging hard at the flimsy street lamps that stand along the embankment...
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