"Anna and sin--I cannot connect them, I cannot believe it!" "Darya Alexandrovna," he said, now looking straight into Dolly's kindly, troubled face, and feeling that his tongue was being loosened in spite of himself, "I would give a great deal for doubt to be still possible.

When I doubted, I was miserable, but it was better than now.

When I doubted, I had hope; but now there is no hope, and still I doubt of everything.

I am in such doubt of everything that I even hate my son, and sometimes do not believe he is my son.

I am very unhappy.