[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-literary-giant-in-russia":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-literary-giant-in-russia-my-life-as-a-literary-giant-in-russia-chapter-67":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Literary Giant in Russia",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2317242,4531,"Chapter 67: Nothing Is Missing Anymore","my-life-as-a-literary-giant-in-russia-chapter-67",67,"\u003Cp>Upon hearing the name Dostoevsky, Mikhail immediately felt a surge of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although in his memory he recalled that Nekrasov’s friend Grigoryevich had recommended Dostoevsky’s debut to him, only now, with the news confirmed, did the heavy stone in Mikhail’s heart finally settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ve finally arrived, my most cherished old Dostoevsky!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now our Petersburg Collection has nothing left to lack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of excitement, Mikhail smiled and nodded: “I see no problem. Let’s wait for his submission and read it carefully—I’ve always felt our collection lacks a heavyweight new writer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Mikhail, but where else would we find so many gifted new writers besides you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Mikhail’s words, Nekrasov shook his head with a sigh, then turned to Grigoryevich: “You see, since Mikhail says so, I can’t possibly refuse you. When is he finishing his draft? Once done, have him come to us—we’ll read it together. Mikhail, are you free?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Mikhail’s reply, the young man, whose emotions had just calmed, erupted again with excitement. Though Mikhail wouldn’t be reading his own manuscript, the fact that his friend might land such an opportunity filled him with genuine joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the fragments he’d heard earlier, Grigoryevich felt his friend’s writing couldn’t possibly be bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying his excitement, he walked with Nekrasov and Mikhail for a while longer, then hurried off to deliver the good news to his friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When only Nekrasov and Mikhail remained, they continued discussing the collection, and the conversation naturally turned to their personal debts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mikhail, I just realized I’ve taken on another few hundred rubles in debt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Mikhail blinked. “What about today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nekrasov was slightly surprised. “Then what about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just incurred five hundred rubles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s really—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d thought he was already suffering, but hearing Mikhail’s words, Nekrasov couldn’t help laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Nekrasov grew so anxious over this gamble that he couldn’t sleep, he always sought out Mikhail. Seeing the other man’s calm confidence, Nekrasov instantly regained hope for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Mikhail himself felt some tension—but now that it had come to this, he would simply press forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Nekrasov and Mikhail were heading toward the Panaevs’ home, Grigoryevich had already rushed back to his own apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thin roommate sat on the sofa, frowning deeply, clearly troubled by something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grigoryevich didn’t delay. He walked over and exclaimed excitedly: “It’s done, Fyodor! I’ve asked my publisher friend—he’s willing to accept your submission. And guess who else I met? Mikhail!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The very gentleman you’ve told me about! He said he’ll read your manuscript carefully. If it’s any good, you’ll have a real chance to make your mark in Petersburg’s cultural circle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dostoevsky, who had been worrying about lunch, froze at these words. His pale face flushed with excitement; his lips trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not teasing me, Grigoryevich? I can’t take such a shock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would I?” Grigoryevich shook his head. “I swear by God—every word is true. In my view, you’re already on the verge of entering Petersburg’s cultural circle. Shall I take your manuscript there now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Wait! Wait a little longer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dostoevsky leapt to his feet and began pacing the small living room, repeating himself incoherently: “With such an opportunity, how could I not check my manuscript again and again? I’m confident in my work—but since it will go directly into the hands of that genius, how could I afford to be careless?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grigoryevich, what’s your impression of that gentleman? I’ve heard he has a handsome face, clearly well-educated, radiating aristocratic grace—a man utterly free from worldly worries!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Grigoryevich recalled his brief encounter. Though he’d been too excited to notice much, he now nodded firmly: “Exactly! Everyone who meets him leaves with a lasting good impression!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t wait to meet him and talk. But right now, let me check my manuscript one more time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this good news, Dostoevsky forgot his hunger. He bid Grigoryevich farewell and hurried to his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he longed to write his brother to boast, or to speak of this to those who looked down on him, he knew that the sooner he finished checking, the sooner the manuscript would reach the other man. He suppressed his impulses and focused entirely on organizing his draft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in concentration, the work progressed quickly. Since the draft was nearly complete, he didn’t wait until tomorrow—by afternoon, his stomach growling, Dostoevsky urged Grigoryevich to deliver the manuscript.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his friend leave, the young man, burdened by financial strain and uncertain prospects, began pacing the living room. He worried about his future—if this failed, he might waste years more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also feared receiving a negative evaluation from the young writer he so admired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other hand, he truly did not want to receive negative criticism from the young writer he greatly admired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",804,"2026-06-20T14:41:53.633Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1ce8586bdad66dbeb243f020143e60a35c9ba4e326fab63bfb448becf8056e9c","my-life-as-a-literary-giant-in-russia-chapter-68","my-life-as-a-literary-giant-in-russia-chapter-66",105,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-literary-giant-in-russia-cover.jpg"]