Ilyusha

“What he went through while he was kissing your brother’s hand and begging him to let go of his papa, only God and I know, no one else. And that’s the way our children – not your children, but the children of the likes of me, honorable but despised men – learn the truth about life by the time they’re nine. Rich people may never find out about these things as long as they live, but my Ilyusha knew the truth the second he kissed that hand on the square. And at the very moment it was revealed to him, the truth maimed him in such a way that he’ll never recover…”

Fyodor Dostoevksy, The Brothers Karamazov

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