It happens that a man sometimes sees such a thing in a dream, and afterwards he dwells on this dream all his life, reality is lost to him forever, and he is decidedly good for nothing anymore. Her name was Ulinka.—Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls (1842, trans. 1996 Pevear and Volokhonsky)
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