It always seems to the brothers and the father that their brother or son didn't marry the right … - Anton Chekhov

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But it so happens, and it will ever happen so, that they who have lived to serve their country - no matter how weak their efforts may have been - are sure to receive the thanks and blessings of its people.

Anton Chekhov

It always seems to the brothers and the father that their brother or son didn't marry the right person.

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In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with human beings it is the other way round: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.

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