A short story from Russian literature by Anton Chekhov
“An old peasant loaded his sick wife into the back seat of the carriage drawn by a frail horse, and carried her to the distant city to treat her.
On the long way, the man started talking,
He opens up...as if he is communing with himself, but at the same time he is consoling his sick wife, who has lived with him for forty years in misery, misery, and suffering, toiling and toiling, helping him in the field, and bearing the burdens of the house alone.
now..
He felt that he had been cruel to her over the past years, and that he must now treat her kindly and softly, and give her kind words.
He told her that he had wronged her, and that life had also wronged her, because he did not find time in his daily life to say a kind, sweet word to her, or offer her a pure, gentle smile like water, or give her a moment of tenderness!
The man continued to speak with sadness and sorrow, all the way, and the words etched into the human soul...a stream just as water falling on rock etches...deep lines. To compensate her - with words - for what she had lost over the past forty years of love, tenderness, and the warmth of married life, and he began to make promises to her that he would achieve for her everything she wanted and wished for for the rest of her life...
When he arrived in the city, he got out of the front seat and carried her from the back seat in his arms for the first time in his life to the doctor, but he found her dead. She was a cold corpse. She died on the road. She died before she could hear his sweet, compassionate talk!
And here stops the story of pain, written by Chekhov, to leave us like the old farmer who was communing with himself, but it was too late.
Words are no longer useful now.
It has lost its meaning!
We only know each other's value in the end!
It is better to offer a rose at the appropriate time than to offer everything you have after it is too late.
It is better to say a beautiful word at the right time than to write a poem after the feelings disappear.
There is no point in things that come too late, such as a kiss of apology on the forehead of a dead person.
“Do not postpone beautiful things...they may not happen again.”
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