"He [Alyosha] did not stop on the porch, either, but went quickly down the steps. Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, vastness, space. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly. From the zenith to the horizon the still-dim Milky Way stretched its double strand. Night, fresh and quiet, almost unstirring, enveloped the earth. The white towards and golden domes of the church gleamed in the sapphire sky. The luxuriant autumn flowers in the flower beds near the house had fallen asleep until morning. The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens, the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the starts .... Alyhosha stood gazing and suddenly, as if he had been cut down, threw himself to the earth."
(The Brothers Karamazov)
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