Then such grief took possession of my soul that my heart was wrung, and I felt as though I were dying; and then . . . then I awoke. (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)

Then such grief took possession of my soul that my heart was wrung, and I felt as though I were dying; and then . . . then I awoke.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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