Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky would have been hard to top at a cocktail party. (I have trouble saying his name so it sounds like "dust of jet ski." Hope this helps...)Just as you’re getting ready to tell everyone about what you saw on the way to work this morning, Fyodor has to recall the time he was forced to dig his own grave, stood facing a firing squad and, right as the bullets were to be let loose, his sentence was commuted and he was packed off to five cheery years in a Siberian labor camp where he developed a nice case of epilepsy. But God did enter his life while visiting Siberia and the rest is history...
Jennifer and I are currently reading great Russian literature. Who would ever think it? We are winding our way through The Brothers Karamazov. One dysfunctional family with some interesting family members. Don't pick it up if you are looking for some fathering role models. More when I know more.
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