Desires are too shallow to surpass Carter, emotional debts are few, unable to learn from Dumas.
Those narrow-minded should not enter the Tower of London,
Alas! Emperor of the Great French Republic, Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte!
Could it be that the women's college really produced a 'pure and unstained, cleansed and unadorned' peculiar fellow who only focuses on studies, ignoring the beauties around him?
Why do I find that hard to believe?
Gogol's thoughts were as chaotic as the Moscow winter snow.
He rubbed his forehead, trying to awaken from this endless flurry of thoughts.
However, the shadow of the carriage outside always lingered, adding a touch of irritation to his heart.
"Arthur Hastings..." he snorted inwardly, "What kind of mischief is this fellow up to now?"
The carriage slowly decelerated, and Gogol saw that the main building of Moscow University was within reach through the window.
As Gogol pushed open the door, a familiar voice came from behind.
