“He had extended his hand to him in a time when he was going to throw himself on his neck. Sad is the moment when a young man loses his best hopes and dreams, when from before his eyes is withdrawn the rose-hued veil with which he has looked upon the deeds and feelings of mankind. Although, there is the hope that the old illusions will be replaced by new ones, nonetheless evanescent, but on the other hand, nonetheless sweet. But wherewith can they be replaced in old age? Do what you will, but the heart hardens and the soul collapses into itself. And so I departed. Alone.”
— Lermontov
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