"But don't weep, mamma! Life is still before you, you still have your good, pure heart...
Let us go ..
We will make a new garden, more splendid than this one: you will see it, you will understand. And joy, quiet, deep joy, will sink into your soul like the sun at evening! And you will smile..."
(Anton Chekhov, The cherry orchard)
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