Novels by AIDEN

It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. The sky was so starry, so bright that, looking at it, onecould not help asking oneself whether ill-humoured and capricious people could live under such a sky. That is a youthful question too, dear reader, very youthful but may the Lord put it more frequently into your heart!...Speaking of capricious and ill-humoured people, I cannot help recalling my moral condition all that day.From early morning I had been oppressed by a strange despondency. It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsakingme and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to askw who"every one" was.For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances,I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was; that was why I felt as though they were all deserting me when all Petersburg packed up and went to