2007-11-13 - 9:49 a.m.

russian fiction

In winter we close the windows
and read Chekhov,
nearly weeping for his world.
What luxury, to be so happy
that we can grieve
over imaginary lives.
~ Lisel Mueller, Late Hours

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my husband always and honestly believes that chekhov's peasants have a chance at a happy ending. he believes i'll get better, too.