Suicide is no more than a trick played on the calendar.
There is truth and falsehood in a comma.
It's the wanting to know that makes us matter.
The tragedy of journalism is that these are people doing their best work.
Actors! The mechanics of cheap melodrama! That isn't death! You scream and choke and sink to your knees but it doesn't bring death home to anyone- it doesn't catch them unawares and start the whisper in their skulls that says- 'One day you are going to die.
Having translated two plays by Chekhov, and not speaking Russian myself - I cannot say one sentence. This may shock people... However, I am not shocked, as it is not hard to find out what the words mean.