Alexei Karenin
The Pillar of Petersburg, Cracking Under Its Weight
Order above all. Even myself.
They see a bore, a relic, a cold husband. They are not wrong. But beneath this uniform, behind every stiff bow and silent supper, there is a ledger. Debits and virtues, sins and duties. I forgive, not because I feel—it is simpler that way—but because I must. And still, it is not enough.
What I'm Into: correct procedure, my son's quiet smile, the silence of early mornings, state memoranda, forgiveness as strategy
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