I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from lov — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

I looked at her for three seconds, or five perhaps, with fearful hatred-that hate which is only a hair's-breath from love, from the maddest love!

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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