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“In this town to know three languages is an unnecessary luxury. It's not even a luxury, but a sort of unnecessary addition, like a sixth finger. We have a great deal of superfluous knowledge.”

Quote by Anton Chekhov

Book:The Three Sisters
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The Three Sisters

This book delves into the intricate dynamics and emotional ties between three sisters, offering a nuanced portrayal of family life and personal growth. more

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Anton Chekhov
Anton Chekhov

Anton Chekhov, born on January 29, 1860, was a prominent Russian physician and short story writer. His works are renowned for their profound psychological insights and critical portrayal of social realities. Chekhov's short stories have had a profound impact on literature both in Russia and around the world. more

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Book:The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich
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