Look At All The People

Today I had the most amazing experience with a complete stranger.

(Mum and Dad, prepare to palm your foreheads...)

His name is Pete.

I sat down across from Lizzie in the library today and next to some stranger. I hurled all 1,000 pages of The Brothers Karamazov onto the desk and began to attack it. The stranger next to me puts his hand on the book and goes:

"Wait, you study Russian?"

"Uhm... yeah. I guess so."

"Really?"

"Maybe?"

"You're reading Dostoevsky..."

"Wh-uhm... Yes, yes I am. I'm taking a literature class on him."

"Just him? Really? So like, he's your man, you know everything about him?"

"I guess so, yeah."

"Hi, I'm Pete."

Our conversation carried on for about fifteen minutes until he realized I can't actually speak Russian (God, I am so lame.). I know, I'm a horrible, horrible person. I'm a fake. How can I really even love Dostoevsky if I never actually get to read his words?

"Why aren't you learning?!"

(*insert Mum and Dad face palms*)

"Why? Because! Because I can't just decide to learn a completely new language with a completely new alphabet, and let alone do this at OXFORD."

"Why the bloody hell not?! Oxford will pay for someone to teach you! Just tell college you want to learn Russian to read Dostoevsky. Do it. Do it now. Do it tomorrow!"

 

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