Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can't I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening-where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I'd like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one. (Katherine Mansfield)

Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can't I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening-where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I'd like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.

Katherine Mansfield

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