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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
He began this evening with his father and his plants.
It was not for the sake of the plants — plants were something he didn't think he could ever form an attachment to. It was more for his father. Ivan found his eyes fixated on Selby rather than the plants, a softening of his gloomy features. Maybe one day he could become someone as great as him. For some reason, he felt that his father was catching on to his hesitance and reclusiveness, and this made him all the more guilty. But when he could spend time like this, maybe he could forget.
The bright light blinded the young cat's delicate eyes; he hunched over with one paw covering his face. For a moment, both his father and the plants disappeared from Ivan's sphere of existence. He would have thought he was dead. His senses returned halfway through their journey to the town square. Ivan curled up his haunches to keep them from dragging on the ground. His eyes were wide and glassy.
Next his paws hit the earth, but did they really? He could hardly feel anything. He was shaking, and the earth was trembling right with him.
Selby was saying something to him, but he didn't know what. Or maybe he did. All he knew for sure was that he panicked when Selby left — Wait? Why are you leaving me alone! — and immediately raced after him.
/out as well
It was not for the sake of the plants — plants were something he didn't think he could ever form an attachment to. It was more for his father. Ivan found his eyes fixated on Selby rather than the plants, a softening of his gloomy features. Maybe one day he could become someone as great as him. For some reason, he felt that his father was catching on to his hesitance and reclusiveness, and this made him all the more guilty. But when he could spend time like this, maybe he could forget.
The bright light blinded the young cat's delicate eyes; he hunched over with one paw covering his face. For a moment, both his father and the plants disappeared from Ivan's sphere of existence. He would have thought he was dead. His senses returned halfway through their journey to the town square. Ivan curled up his haunches to keep them from dragging on the ground. His eyes were wide and glassy.
Next his paws hit the earth, but did they really? He could hardly feel anything. He was shaking, and the earth was trembling right with him.
Selby was saying something to him, but he didn't know what. Or maybe he did. All he knew for sure was that he panicked when Selby left — Wait? Why are you leaving me alone! — and immediately raced after him.
/out as well