“I must tell you, you’re very sweet,” he began. “Excuse me for the tavern comparison, but you remind me of a freshly pickled gherkin; it still smells, so to speak, of the greenhouse, but already holds within it a little salt and the smell of dill. Little by little you’re taking shape as a magnificent woman.”

Three Years, Anton Chekhov

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