Sarah Puinno

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I don’t know why, but when I looked out of the window it seemed to me that the house opposite had grown old and dingy too, that the stucco on the columns was peeling off and crumbling, that the cornices were cracked and blackened, and that the walls, of a vivid deep yellow, were patchy.
Sarah Puinno
The start of the story he describes the houses positively and now he views them drearily
The Complete Works of Fyodor Dostoyevsky: Novels, Short Stories and Autobiographical Writings: Complete Psychological and Existential Works of 19th-Century Russia
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