Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories

You don’t understand, you fool’ says Yegor, looking dreamily up at the sky. ‘You’ve never understood what kind of person I am, nor will you in a million years… You just think I’m a mad person who has thrown his life away… Once the free spirit has taken hold of a man, there’s no way of getting it out of him.

Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories

You don’t understand, you fool’ says Yegor, looking dreamily up at the sky. ‘You’ve never understood what kind of person I am, nor will you in a million years… You just think I’m a mad person who has thrown his life away… Once the free spirit has taken hold of a man, there’s no way of getting it out of him.

Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories

You don’t understand, you fool’ says Yegor, looking dreamily up at the sky. ‘You’ve never understood what kind of person I am, nor will you in a million years… You just think I’m a mad person who has thrown his life away… Once the free spirit has taken hold of a man, there’s no way of getting it out of him.