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Yazar: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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"Very well then!" he said resolutely; he moved from the bridge
and walked in the direction of the police office. His heart felt
hollow and empty. He did not want to think. Even his depression
had passed, there was not a trace now of the energy with which he
had set out "to make an end of it all." Complete apathy had
succeeded to it.
"Well, it's a way out of it," he thought, walking slowly and
listlessly along the canal bank. "Anyway, I'll make an end, for I
want to.... But is it a way out? What does it matter! There'll be
the square yard of space--ha! But what an end! Is it really the
end? Shall I tell them or not? Ah... damn! How tired I am! If I
could find somewhere to sit or lie down soon! What I am most
ashamed of is its being so stupid. But I don't care about that
either! What idiotic ideas come into one's head."

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