Fyodor Dostoyevsky: A widow, the mother of a family, and from her heart she produces chords to which my whole being responds.

A widow, the mother of a family, and from her heart she produces chords to which — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

A widow, the mother of a family, and from her heart she produces chords to which my whole being responds.

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