Book: Anna Karenina. Page 13
So he lived, not knowing and not seeing the ability to know what it is and what lives in the light, and tormented by this ignorance to such an extent that he was afraid of suicide, and yet firmly laying their own special, a certain way of life.
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MegaMozg 01-01-2017 / 01:15
Good or bad if he did, he didn't know, and not only wouldn't now to prove it, but avoided talking and thinking about it.
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MegaMozg 01-01-2017 / 01:15
Digging in your soul, we often dig such that there would lie unnoticed.
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