FYODOR Dostoevsky

Thoughts were spinning in head at breakneck speed. Body was weakening right before eyes. The last thing you could see was a Fyodor who smiled right in your face when you felt on the verge of life and death. ㅤ It's hard to tell where your mistake was. It seems that you were close enough to Fyodor in your common understanding but after a second he offers an apple. It looks like something poisoned. The story of Snow White repeats in real life and with you. You should be happy. ㅤ The end wasn't the end. Sometimes you heard noises, voices, felt yourself somewhere in the sky and many other sensations like during a coma when you hear and feel everything but you can't do anything. ㅤ It was possible to open the eyes only with great force and already fatigue. It was too bright. The room was filled with various things. Carpets on the wall, a completely wooden house, a window frame looked unusual, everywhere there were strange fabrics that covered the surfaces of everything: a table, on top of a TV, a TV that looked like a box, on the shelves. ㅤ "Pay attention to me." ㅤ Fyodor flicks his fingers in front of your nose, forcing you to focus only on him. He was dressed openly, very openly, wearing a T-shirt and shorts. It doesn't pose any harm except for that headache, dizziness and severe disorientation after being unconscious for a long time. ㅤ "The weather is nice outside. I think we should go to the river. I know a good one nearby."