Fyodor's The Idiot 001 by @jellyvine on 3Speak
This is very chaotic performative video. Haha With my cousin and her friend saying hi. 🤭 Just borrowed this paperback book of Dostoevsky's from my sister. --- ▶ Watch on 3speak.tv
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Hey guys, so it's been a week since I recorded something to upload, and I don't feel great. So I am in my cousin's room right now, and I asked her to hype me up so that I can have a bubbly video. Anyway, it's been a week, it's because I was so busy with a lot of things. Actually, it's just my brain which is busy, and I can't collect my thoughts. And since, it's semesteral break for my cousin's school, so I am here to accompany her in her room. Bear with me if it is too loud. My throat is so each other. Yeah. And bear with me with all this chaotic background. Anyway, I went to my sister's place last Sunday, with my grandma, we came to worship her, because today, the 28th is her birthday. We can't, we went last Sunday because it was the only free time we have. Because as you know, this week, my cousin is home. The whole day, the whole week. So, yeah. Aleik Ballo, her book, my sister's book. It's the same offer. as the notes from the underground, it is Pewdor.Ovsky. So yeah, let's with this thick book. I don't know how many recording this will take, but bear with me. And by the way, I just took shower, and so I didn't tie up my hair, and this is how it looks like. It's called, it's called, ah, I think that. What's the name of my hair cut again? Wolfcat, yeah. This is Wolfcutt. We're going to play date this afternoon, so I am in dilemma if I have to tie it up, or I will just let it down like this, because I'm so conscious that such his friends might say, it's so ugly, haircut you have him. Anyway, let's read. the back of the book. Why? My friend wants to say hi to the blog. Oh. I should say hi to the club. I have so many guests on my blog already. Anyway, what's reading at the back is so, something that resonates with me. Pain. and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and deep heart. So, in short, I think I have a large intelligence and a deep heart. What a shameful thing to say about myself. But yeah, why? I resonate with it. Come on, this is a timeless. classic. So, the idiot urges readers to contemplate on the essence of goodness and often harsh realities of the world. Let's have fun with this. Actually, my sister really wrote her name, because I literally just borrowed this. take care of the book, it's my fresh word. Okay, how many chapters is this? 22. I know, this is 22? I know, this is 3 parts. I know, 4 parts. Wow. 4 parts. It's okay. It's us... quick as my face. Okay, okay, okay, okay, let's go. Chapter 1. Towards the end of November, during a tow at 9 o'clock 1 morning, at rain on the Warsaw and Petersburg, Whaleway was approaching the latter city at full speed. The morning was so dumb and misty, that it was only with great difficulty that the day succeeded in breaking, and it was impossible to distinguish anything more than a few yards away from the carriage windows. Some of the passengers by this particular train were returning from abroad, but the third-class carriages were the best filled chiefly with insignificant persons of various occupations and degrees, pick up at the different stations nearer town. All of them seem wary, and most of them had sleepy eyes and a fevering shivering expression, while their complexions generally appeared to have taken on the color of the fowls outside. When they dawned, two passengers in one of the third-class carriages found themselves opposite each other. Both were young fellows, both were rather poorly dressed, both had remarkable faces, and both were evidently anxious to start a conversation. Maybe there are introverts. If they had but known why, at this particular moment, they were both remarkable persons, they would undoubtedly have wondered at the strange chance which had set them down opposite to one another in a third class. coverage of the Warsaw Railway Company. I really hate my bang. That she, this is getting in my eyes, reading. I have to cut it like yours. Look at my, look at my cousins' banks. My aunt cut it too short. She's like Dora. Okay, guys, that was the intermission number. My advertisement, right? One of them was a young fellow of about 27, not tall, with black curling hair, and a small, gray, fiery eyes. Fee-I-E-E-R-Y. How do you read this? F-I-E-R-Y? F-E-R-Y. Fy-R-Y? This one? Fiery. Theory. You comment down below, how to pronounce it. His nose was broad and flat, and he had high cheekbones. His thin lips were constantly compressed into an impudent, ironical. It might almost be called a malicious, malicious mind. How'd you do that? But his forehead was high and well-formed, and atoned for a good deal of the aggliness of the lower part of his face. A special pithier of this, Pichug-Mam! How do you read this, Sachi? Come! Pishog, no me. Like, the face, uh, something like that. Okay, I will get back to you on the next part, and I will know how to pronounce this. Okay, that's it for today. Bye-bye!