Fyodor Dostoevsky. Idiot (№ 204886)

...just something, maybe once in twenty years, suddenly sigh and say: "And now the old General is alive still?" At the same time, maybe even chuckle, and that only just. And how do you know what seed abandoned in his soul forever this "old General", which he had not forgotten in twenty years? How do you know, bahmutov, what significance is the introduction of one person to another in the intermingled destinies of the individual?.. There's a whole life and countless hidden by branches.