The Russian soul. So there is something about that. And you get something from that when you see a Chekhov play (if done well), or read one of his short stories. Or when you read the works of Tolstoi, Dostoevsky or any other inhabitant of that vast nothingness east of Poland. Or seeing the paintings that a few years ago enveloped the Groninger Museum in chilly melancholy.
Jelle Brandt Corstius (jellebc to his followers on twitter) had also been touched by it, making us...
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