The Master and Margarita: 32 Forgiveness and Eternal Refuge - Mikhail Bulgakov
Oh gods! Yea gods of mine! How sad the earth at night. How strange the swamp mists. He knows it who has wandered astray in those mists, who has suffered greatly before dying, who has walked the earth carrying an unbearable burden. The weary one knows, and he leaves the earth's mists, swamps, and rivers without regret. He readily gives himself into the hands of death, knowing that it alone can bring him peace.
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