When she had seen the last of Sasha, she returned home, contented and serene, brimming over with love; her face, which had grown younger during the l… - Anton Chekhov

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When she had seen the last of Sasha, she returned home, contented and serene, brimming over with love; her face, which had grown younger during the last six months, smiled and beamed; people meeting her looked at her with pleasure.