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Yazar: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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He wondered every time at his sombre and enigmatic impression
and, mistrusting himself, put off finding the explanation of it.
He vividly recalled those old doubts and perplexities, and it
seemed to him that it was no mere chance that he recalled them
now. It struck him as strange and grotesque, that he should have
stopped at the same spot as before, as though he actually
imagined he could think the same thoughts, be interested in the
same theories and pictures that had interested him... so short a
time ago. He felt it almost amusing, and yet it wrung his heart.
Deep down, hidden far away out of sight all that seemed to him
now--all his old past, his old thoughts, his old problems and
theories, his old impressions and that picture and himself and
all, all.... He felt as though he were flying upwards, and
everything were vanishing from his sight. Making an unconscious
movement with his hand, he suddenly became aware of the piece of
money in his fist.

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