Anton Chekhov Upon Meeting Tolstoy at Yalta

He was still confined to bed but talked a great deal about everything and about me, among other things.  When eventually I get to my feet to make my farewells, he pulls me back by the arm, saying: “Kiss me!” and after giving me a kiss, he suddenly bends over swiftly to my ear and says in that energetic quick-fire old man’s voice of his: “But I still can’t stand your plays; Shakespeare’s are terrible, but yours are even worse!”

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