“People don’t talk like that!” His face was red with anger. “People don’t act like that!”
He closed the book and slammed it on the table.
“Children! Come here! Your father wants a word.”
Two young faces peered through the crack in the door. Nabakov spat out an expletive and waved them in. “Ivan! Petryana! Daddy has a gift for you.”
He flung the book across the room at his children, with little caution. Young Ivan picked it up and read the cover.
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The Idiot
By Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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The two had gone through this rigmarole before. “Father, we already read this! It was really quite good, and so what if Dostoevsky is a better writer than you? You are the greatest living Russian writer, isn’t that enough?”
“Shut up!”
“Shut up! Liars! I can’t believe I’ve raised two liars, I’ve harbored two liars in my house! God is laughing at me, spiteful God! He read my vanity and sent me two horrible children! A death sentence! He’s given me a death sentence, for I shall die from shame.
How can you like Dostoevsky? His characters, they’re completely unrealistic! Great writer? Better writer? You make me laugh! Ha ha!”
Petryana slowly started backing from the room. The children had seen their father rage before, yes, but never this much. Nabakov was waving his arms back and forth in angry discourse, knocking over lamps and piles of paper. He saw them cower in fear and turned pale.
“No, no! Don’t be scared. Daddy is okay. Daddy is healthy. Come here, come here young ones!”
They reluctantly walked towards him. Ivan closed the door. He thought nobody should see his father in such a disgraceful state.
“Petryana, come closer. Hold this. Isn’t it big? Ivan! Ivan, Ivan, Iv… Fyodor, take off your pants. Let’s compare sizes!”
“Don’t you see Nastasya, don’t you see how much larger I am compared to this boy? Don’t you see, I’m much better than Dostoevsky. Come here, won’t you enjoy my manhood?”
“Father, please! This is impure!
“To hell with you! I mean that, I mean that! You two are nothing to me, nothing! I have my characters, my protagonists! Get out!”
Ivan and Petryana silently walk out of the room, leaving their father in his delusional state.
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