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`Now then, leave the children to themselves to get things alone and make their crockery, get the milk from the cows, and so on. Would they be naughty then? Why, they'd die of hunger! Well, then, leave us with our passions and thoughts, without any idea of the one God, of the Creator, or without any idea of what is right, without any idea of moral evil. .cheap moncler jackets.
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Lying on his back, he gazed up now into the high, cloudless sky. `Do I not know that that is infinite space, and that it is not a round arch? But, however I screw up my eyes and strain my sight, I cannot see it as not round and not bounded, and, in spite of my knowing about infinite space, I am incontestably right when I see a solid blue dome, and more right than when I strain my eyes to see beyond it.'
Levin ceased thinking, and only, as it were, listened to mysterious voices that seemed talking joyfully and earnestly with each other.
`Can this be faith?' he thought, afraid to believe in his happiness. `My God, I thank Thee!' he said, gulping down his sobs, and with both hands brushing away the tears that filled his eyes.
? Leo Tolstoy