Fyodor Dostoevsky's salute to John Bolton's mustache

[SteveG]

from Dostoevsky's short story The Christmas Tree and the Wedding (1848) http://www.online-literature.com/dostoevsky/2883/

"They did not play cards with him, they did not offer him cigars. No
one entered into conversation with him. Possibly they recognised the
bird by its feathers from a distance. Thus, my gentleman, not knowing
what to do with his hands, was compelled to spend the evening stroking
his whiskers. His whiskers were really fine, but he stroked them so
assiduously that one got the feeling that the whiskers had come into
the world first and afterwards the man in order to stroke them.


Thanks Fyodor!

[pdq]

I’ve always enjoyed the classic Russian authors’ style, though I’m not sure what it is exactly that feels right about them.

[Filliam H. Muffman]