zalyessky's

Updated: May 19, 2025

I have not had such a dinner since I was at Pan Zalyessky's. After the potatoes I let myself go, and made myself some coffee. Towards evening the mail driver, an elderly man who had evidently endured a good deal in his day, and who did not venture to sit down in my presence, began preparing to set off to the Tom. I did the same. We drove off.

Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - Letters of Anton Chekhov