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“Father, when my grave is filled up crumble a piece of bread on it so that the sparrows may fly down; I shall hear it and it will cheer me up not to be lying alone” — Fyodor Dostoevsky
Father, when my grave is filled up crumble a piece of bread on it so that the sparrows may fly down; I shall hear it and it will cheer me up not to be lying alone