“ Art gives us wings andcarries us far, far away! Anyone who is sick of filth, of petty,mercenary interests, anyone who is revolted, wounded, and indignant,can find peace and satisfaction only in the beautiful. ”
Anton Chekhov, My Life (1896). copy citation
| Author | Anton Chekhov |
|---|---|
| Source | My Life |
| Topic | satisfaction mercenary |
| Date | 1896 |
| Language | English |
| Reference | |
| Note | Translated by Constance Garnett |
| Weblink | https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/My_Life_(Chekhov) |
Context
“Why is it that art--music, for instance--is so
living, so popular, and in reality so powerful? Because the musician
or the singer affects thousands at once. Precious, precious art!"
she went on, looking dreamily at the sky. "Art gives us wings and
carries us far, far away! Anyone who is sick of filth, of petty,
mercenary interests, anyone who is revolted, wounded, and indignant,
can find peace and satisfaction only in the beautiful."
When we drove into Kurilovka the weather was bright and joyous.
Somewhere they were threshing; there was a smell of rye straw. A
mountain ash was bright red behind the hurdle fences, and all the
trees wherever one looked were ruddy or golden.”
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