Chekhov’s Stories and Naan Pizza

“The river ran on, no one knew where or why, just as it had in May; from a small stream it flowed into a large river, from the river to the sea, then rose in vapor and returned in rain; and perhaps the very same water he had seen in May was again flowing before his eyes … For what purpose? Why?” – ‘The Kiss’, Anton Chekhov’s Selected Stories

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