Fyodor
Let me be damned, let me be vile and base, but let me kiss the hem of the garment in which my God is clad; let me be running after the devil at that very moment, but I am still thy son, O Lord, and I love thee, and I feel the joy without which the world cannot be and exist.
Too many riddles oppress man on earth. Solve them as you can, but see that you don't get hurt in the process. - Dostoyevsky "Brothers Karamazov"
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