Do You Recall?
“It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.” – George Eliot
I was reading about Anton Chekhov, a Russian playwright; and wished I could have sat at the table next his, in a small café and listen to his conversations with his friends, or his brother. When I think of his family life as a youth, I feel like I need to take off my shoes and tread softly. He grew up with a father who threw tantrum at dinner table, spilling soup, twisting their young stomachs. When they grew up,