Fyodor Dostoevsky. Crime and punishment (№ 254358)

He walked on without resting. He had a terrible longing for some distraction, but he didn't know what to do and what to do. One new, overwhelming sensation possessed him more and more almost every minute: it was some endless, almost physical aversion to everything seen and outside, resistant, angry, hateful. He was nasty all met ugly were their faces, gait, movement. Just spit on someone, bit would you think if someone asked him that...