After us they'll fly in hot air balloons, coat styles will change, perhaps they'll discover a sixth sense and cultivate it, but life will remain the same, a hard life full of secrets, but happy. And a thousand years from now man will still be sighing, "Oh! Life is so hard!" and will still, like now, be afraid of death and not want to die.
Anton ChekhovIn descriptions of nature one must seize on small details, grouping them so that when the reader closes his eyes he gets a picture.
Anton ChekhovArt, especially the stage, is an area where it is impossible to walk without stumbling.
Anton Chekhov