"Gooseberries." A Short Story by Anton Chekhov.

[@kieranjohnston7550]

I remember reading this story fifty years ago in a freshman English class and never forgot it…the gusto and joy Ivan ivanovich swimming in the millpond, and the lovely Pelagaea, and the life of the brother obsessed with a delusive dream, how he believed that the sour gooseberries were a divine dish. A hollow, puffed up aristocrat. “What howls restrained by decorum.” A great, great story. Thanks for posting!

[@JaefarSABNW]

Often, the journey seems too much, but just a little further is the completion of it. The dead can be cramped in a box, but the living need a clear 150% of their length in any direction. Cult leaders often develop savings and investments; as they live under their means. I guess that could have started by spouses making it seem like they went through more than they did. We can always find some fruit of our labor to look forward to.

[@juliabenitz4323]

Good story but like stop and was more???? Ir the voice did bot give us the end?

[@lcarole3131]

That some1 that once lived_ wrote this! OMG.Do his stories not make you feel like dylan's mr. jones

[@LiudmilaDoll]

...on my stupid...it was time..hundreds years of des sending....lowing level of frequency of vibration...dis connection from source..that influenced people. I seen this degradation near Moskow...like people can not do..can not repit ..doing that was done previously. In Crimea peninsula ..on rocks near warm water of Black Sea..royals started to bild winter residences...rocks parks with different sorts of trees...from all continent.....Like somebody lost interest to go the way on East..and came back to Europe. Chekhov was living on his mother money being actress in Moskow...his environment and not cort connected poor..dependent