I.a. Bunin

Reminiscences of Anton Chekhov I.a. Bunin

Once he invited me to the village Koutchouk-Koy where he had a tiny strip of land and a white, two-storied house. There, while showing me his ?estate,? he began to speak with animation: ?If I had plenty of money, I should build a sanatorium here for invalid village teachers. You know, I would put up a large, bright building?very bright, with large windows and lofty rooms. I would have a fine library, different musical instruments, bees, a vegetable garden, an orchard?. There would be lectures on agriculture, mythology?. Teachers ought to know everything, everything, my dear fellow.? He was suddenly silent, coughed, looked at me out of the corners of his eyes, and smiled that tender, charming smile of his which attracted one so irresistibly to him and made one listen so attentively to his words.