Fyodor Dostoevsky. Crime and punishment (№ 143927)

Even almost funny he was, and at the same time was squeezing his chest painfully. At some deep down somewhere just visible under his feet, seemed to him now all the old past and the old thoughts and old problem and the old themes, and former impressions, and this whole panorama, and he and all and all... he Seemed to be flying upwards, and everything were vanishing from his sight.