Thursday, September 7, 2017

Daily Dose

From Forty Stories, by Anton Chekhov, translated by Robert Payne


"He drank some water and lay down, and once more he saw the sleigh gliding along, and once more he saw the head of the bull without eyes, and the smoke, and the clouds.  And so it went on until the sun rose."

From Gusev, I.

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