“Children are holy and pure. Even those of bandits and crocodiles belong among the angels…. They must not be turned into a plaything of one’s mood, first to be tenderly kissed, then rabidly stomped at.”

Letter to his brother, A.P. Chekhov (January 2, 1889)
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Russian dramatist, author and physician 1860–1904

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