Leo Tolstoy. (№ 419580)

Woke up now healthy, physically strong and with an overwhelming consciousness of his filth, nothingness, badly lived and lived life. And still - mid-afternoon - I remain under the beneficial mood. How good, even profitable it is to feel, as it is now, humiliated and nasty! You do not demand anything from anyone, nothing can offend you, you deserve all the worst. It is only necessary that this humiliation does not turn into desperation, into despondency, does not interfere with the desire to get out of your smelly pit at least a little - it does not interfere with work, to serve, as you can.