I really enjoyed your story it truly caught my attention. I’m curious, what has been your biggest challenge with the book so far? Also, I’d love to offer you a free 3D mockup of your cover to help it stand out more and attract readers.
Oh, dear, thank you for the offer. There is no book (yet!). The offers are only from readers. Isn't it funny? And thank you for reading and enjoying it.
My thanks to Stanley Wotrings, Victoria Stoilova, Mosby Woods, Marian Grudko, Cathrine Hyland, Shauna K. Hunt, Auri Nurmio, and 6 others for reading and liking this chapter of my memoir.
Who can explain to me why my comments disappear, as my reply to you 1 minute ago? OK. I wrote that at the end of your life, when you will write your memoir, you will find that your life was very interesting, but seemed very boring at times.
I came to Chekhov because I found your comment “Thank you, Portia, for the great compliment, though I don't consider it even as a great piece of my life.” funny in a way, and I remembered Chekhov…
That’s funny, and when one thinks about it - so true. Which chapter of one’s life is a great piece of life?, is the question that comes to mind since life is inevitable, and so is death. As always, I remember reading Chekhov, this time through Anthony Hopkins’s perspective- his autobiography and I can’t get this small ‘étude’ of life out of my mind. It’s funny, it’s everything.
Quote:
“I thought of a story I’d heard about Anton Chekhov. One morning, traveling in a coach to meet a friend for breakfast, he noticed a funeral ceremony about to take place in a nearby cemetery, and he asked the driver to stop for a moment. He watched the casket lowered into the newly dug grave and listened to the bereaved saying prayers. He contemplated the meaning of it all, the great imponderables. Then, having faced the ineffable mystery of the universe, he signaled the coachman to continue the journey. His next thought was about the deliciousness of the coffee waiting for him at breakfast.”
From “We Did Ok, Kid,” Anthony Hopkins
Thank you Larisa for this wonderful read. Tsvetaeva, Tsvetaeva, Tsvetaeva… and you there young and so in love.
Victoria, Thank you for your comment. I am delighted with your "wonderful read." But can't understand how, reading my text, you came to Hopkins and Chekhov. Though somehow I think about Chekhov and Tsvetaeva rather often now, working on Akhmatova's life. Thank you for restacking.
I'm so glad of your comment, Portia, as I thought: how to put it into words? And you did.
When one reads a great book, one (or maybe t me? ) wants either to jealously keep to himself as some treasure that's only his, or to share with the whole world. This, I want to share; but I'm almost scared to.
Regina, Song from a Cold Kitchen, and 20 others, thank you!
I know quite a few people, from my Russian Literature cohort of 2007, who would happily join Substack if only to read this.
Thank you, Larisa. 😊
So, let's have them join Substack and read this. Thank you.
Thank you, Vittorio Zappa, Eugene Terekhine, and 2 more for reading and liking my memoir.
On my list!
Very glad! Thank you!
Rob Woller, David Perlmutter, and Portia, thank you, guys, for restacking. I already feel I've immortalized myself!
I really enjoyed your story it truly caught my attention. I’m curious, what has been your biggest challenge with the book so far? Also, I’d love to offer you a free 3D mockup of your cover to help it stand out more and attract readers.
Oh, dear, thank you for the offer. There is no book (yet!). The offers are only from readers. Isn't it funny? And thank you for reading and enjoying it.
Dear Leith Ridley, thank you for reading and liking my comments. It is so sweet for my old soul.
My thanks to Stanley Wotrings, Victoria Stoilova, Mosby Woods, Marian Grudko, Cathrine Hyland, Shauna K. Hunt, Auri Nurmio, and 6 others for reading and liking this chapter of my memoir.
You have had a colorful life
Who can explain to me why my comments disappear, as my reply to you 1 minute ago? OK. I wrote that at the end of your life, when you will write your memoir, you will find that your life was very interesting, but seemed very boring at times.
Thank you, Portia, for the great compliment, though I don't consider it even as a great piece of my life.
I came to Chekhov because I found your comment “Thank you, Portia, for the great compliment, though I don't consider it even as a great piece of my life.” funny in a way, and I remembered Chekhov…
Of course, it's funny and silly in its own way. I mean my answer.
That’s funny, and when one thinks about it - so true. Which chapter of one’s life is a great piece of life?, is the question that comes to mind since life is inevitable, and so is death. As always, I remember reading Chekhov, this time through Anthony Hopkins’s perspective- his autobiography and I can’t get this small ‘étude’ of life out of my mind. It’s funny, it’s everything.
Quote:
“I thought of a story I’d heard about Anton Chekhov. One morning, traveling in a coach to meet a friend for breakfast, he noticed a funeral ceremony about to take place in a nearby cemetery, and he asked the driver to stop for a moment. He watched the casket lowered into the newly dug grave and listened to the bereaved saying prayers. He contemplated the meaning of it all, the great imponderables. Then, having faced the ineffable mystery of the universe, he signaled the coachman to continue the journey. His next thought was about the deliciousness of the coffee waiting for him at breakfast.”
From “We Did Ok, Kid,” Anthony Hopkins
Thank you Larisa for this wonderful read. Tsvetaeva, Tsvetaeva, Tsvetaeva… and you there young and so in love.
Victoria, Thank you for your comment. I am delighted with your "wonderful read." But can't understand how, reading my text, you came to Hopkins and Chekhov. Though somehow I think about Chekhov and Tsvetaeva rather often now, working on Akhmatova's life. Thank you for restacking.
This reads like a love story in a great novel, Larisa. How beautifully you wrote it!
I'm so glad of your comment, Portia, as I thought: how to put it into words? And you did.
When one reads a great book, one (or maybe t me? ) wants either to jealously keep to himself as some treasure that's only his, or to share with the whole world. This, I want to share; but I'm almost scared to.
Larisa and I highly value your insightful words and thoughts, don't be ever afraid to share them with us, dear Chen.
❤️❤️❤️