Anton Chekhov

“ Obtyosov gave her the money. Half a minute of silence followed. . . . The men exchanged glances, took a step towards the door, then looked at one another again.
"Will you give me two pennyworth of soda?" said the doctor.
Again the chemist's wife slowly and languidly raised her hand to the shelf.
"Haven't you in the shop anything . . . such as . . ." muttered Obtyosov, moving his fingers, "something, so to say, allegorical . . . revivifying . . . seltzer-water, for instance. Have you any seltzer-water?"
"Yes," answered the chemist's wife.
"Bravo! You're a fairy, not a woman! ”

“ In imagination I kiss your hand."
"I would give a great deal to do so not in imagination," said Obtyosov. "On my honour, I'd give my life."
"That's enough," said Madame Tchernomordik, flushing and assuming a serious expression.
"What a flirt you are, though!" the doctor laughed softly, looking slyly at her from under his brows. "Your eyes seem to be firing shot: piff-paff! I congratulate you: you've conquered! We are vanquished!"
The chemist's wife looked at their ruddy faces, listened to their chatter, and soon she, too, grew quite lively. Oh, she felt so gay! ”

“ Tell me, doctor, can she possibly love that jawbone of an ass? Can she?"
"No, most likely she does not love him," sighed the doctor, speaking as though he were sorry for the chemist. "The little woman is asleep behind the window, Obtyosov, what? Tossing with the heat, her little mouth half open . . . and one little foot hanging out of bed. I bet that fool the chemist doesn't realise what a lucky fellow he is. . . . No doubt he sees no difference between a woman and a bottle of carbolic!"
"I say, doctor," said the officer, stopping. "Let us go into the shop and buy something. ”