#243 The Student- Anton Chekhov
Winter is upon us once more, the cruel, bitter, cold and
lonely darkness covers our lives and nothing can escape, not even truth.
“…in their time there had been the same savage poverty and
hunger; the same leaky thatched roofs, ignorance and anguish, the same
surrounding emptiness and darkness, the sense of oppression—all these horrors
had been, and were, and would be no better. And he did not want to go home.”
But with such things, to endure, to survive, there must be
hope. “…an inexpressibly sweet anticipation of happiness, an unknown,
mysterious happiness, gradually came over him, and life seemed to him
delightful, wondrous, and filled with lofty meaning.”
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