Fyodor Dostoevsky,
The Brothers Karamazov — Part IV, Book XII, Chapter 13
(1880)
“ Yes, it's a fearful thing to shed a father's blood- the father who has begotten me, loved me, not spared his life for me, grieved over my illnesses from childhood up, troubled all his life for my happiness, and has lived in my joys, in my successes. To murder such a father- that's inconceivable. Gentlemen of the jury, what is a father- a real father? ”
