novembre

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a new translation

The knocking continued. Ivan wanted to rush to the window; but something seemed suddenly to bind his legs and arms. He was straining as hard as he could to break his bonds, but in vain. The knocking on the window grew stronger and louder. At last the bonds broke and Ivan Fyodorovich jumped up from the sofa. He looked around wildly. The two candles were almost burnt down, and there was no one on the opposite sofa. The knocking on the window continued insistently, but not at all as loudly as he had just imagined in his dream, on the contrary, it was quite restrained.
"That was no dream! No, I swear it was no dream, it all just happened!" Ivan Fyodorovich cried, rushed to the window, and opened it.

-- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov.

4:12 pm - 10.22.10

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