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“Tell me yourself directly, I challenge you – reply: imagine that you yourself are erecting the edifice of human fortune with the goal of, at the finale, making people happy, of at last giving them peace and quiet, but that in order to do it would be necessary and unavoidable to torture to death only one little creature, that same little child that beat its little fist, and on its unavenged tears to found that edifice, would you agree to be the architect on those conditions, tell me and tell me truly?”

Quote by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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The Brothers Karamazov

Fyodor Dostoevsky's classic work delves into the complex relationships and internal conflicts of the Karamazov siblings, examining themes of faith, doubt, and redemption. more

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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