now I will start again

In 1845, the Russian writer Fyodor Dostoevsky published his first novel, "The Poor." Once the novel was published, the 24-year-old became the talk of the entire Russian society,
And imposing his name on the literary arena.
But the young man has not yet filled the reservoir of consciousness mature enough to invest this success in the best way,
And what is only a short period drifted to the periphery of politics,
And became strongly present in the socialist scene,
He was a staunch supporter of the liberation of feudal peasantry and encouraged peasant revolutions.
In April 1849 Dostoevsky was arrested along with 23 members of his organization, and taken to prison for trial.
The young writer stayed in prison for eight months before being awakened one morning to hear and with him the sentences against them,
Because sentences in such cases do not exceed months, it seems to them that the ordeal will soon begin.
They took them in a car to one of Moscow's squares. They found in the middle of the square an execution platform covered with black cloth, around which thousands came to see the execution.
Dostoevsky did not believe his eyes. Is it reasonable to execute him and those with him? It's never thought of the most pessimistic mind!
After moments of heavy waiting,
"All the defendants are convicted of attempting to overthrow the national regime and have been sentenced to death by firing squad," the officer said.
The silence of Dostoevsky and his colleagues, except the sound of the wailing of some of them, is unbelievable that their end has been condemned so madly.
The prisoners were given masks, and one of the priests came forward to read the last rites, and the men stood up after the blankets were thrown on their faces,
The soldiers raised their rifles and pointed towards them,
Before the order is given,
A speeding vehicle arrived at the scene and a man carrying an envelope came out,
To spend four years of hard labor in the prisons of Siberia, followed by a period of service in the army.
This moment was the true beginning of Dostoevsky's myth, and he records these moments in the letter he sent to his brother saying:
"When I look back at the past, the years I lost in vain and wrong, my heart bleeds pain, life is a gift. Every minute of it can be eternal life of happiness, only if the living knows this, now my life will change, now I will start again."