[Footnote 1: This and the following few passages are from the rough draft of Chekhov's play Three Sisters.]
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Nat: (continually to her sisters): "O, how ugly you have grown. O, how old you do look!"
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To live one must have something to hang on to…. In the provinces only the body works, not the spirit.
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You won't become a saint through other people's sins.
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Koulyguin: "I am a jolly fellow, I infect every one with my mood."
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