Someone Has Visited My Soul In That Hour

He did not know what held her for, he did not give himself the report, why he longed so irresistibly to kiss her, kiss her all over, but he kissed her weeping, sobbing and watering with his tears, and vowed passionately to love her, to love her for ever and ever. “Water the earth with tears of your joy and love those tears …” – echoed in his soul. What was he crying about? Oh, he was crying in his rapture even about those stars that shine to him out of the abyss, and “was not ashamed of ecstasy.” As if the threads from all those innumerable worlds of God came together at once in his heart, and she was trembling, “contacting with other worlds.” He longed to forgive everyone and everything and ask for forgiveness, oh! not himself, but for everyone, for everything and for all, and “for me others ask” – echoed again in his soul. But every moment he felt clear and tangibly as it were, as something solid and unshakable as that vault of heaven had entered into his soul. Some-like-idea seized the sovereignty of his mind – and have done it for life and for all eternity. He fell to the earth as a weak boy, and stood firm fighter for a lifetime and he knew and felt it suddenly, at that very moment his delight. And never could Alyosha forget in his whole life and then that moment. “Someone has visited my soul in that hour,” – he said then with a firm belief in their own words …

Fedor Dostoevsky

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