On the verge of death, he seemed to see the snow in his hometown.
It was a northern land where the sound of wind was paler than the howling of people.
After waking up from a near-death injury, Dostoevsky heard his doctor giving him instructions.
"Actually," the doctor flipped through the thick report paper, pulled out a piece of paper, and said to him, "Mr. Dostoevsky, while you are still in good spirits, we recommend..."
He paused: "You'd better go for a prenatal check-up first."
... What?
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