Poor Folk

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In his novel *Poor Folk*, Dostoevsky writes:

Perhaps I will die soon, and then no one will remember me, and no one will stand at my grave.

Some who knew me will say: He was a noble and kind man.

Others will say: He was a vile scoundrel.

My page will be turned in the book of life, and no trace will remain to indicate my existence.

Life will continue after me as it always was; nothing will change.

The sun will still rise every morning and set every evening,

and the only thing that will change is my absence.

And here I am, having spent my whole life anxious and suspicious,
fearful of what has happened and what will happen, forgetting myself,
and preoccupied with the words of others.