More from Nikolai Gogol's 1842 Dead Souls:
There are certain words which are nearer and dearer to a man than any others. And it often happens that in some remote, god-forsaken corner of the country, in dome deserted spot, you unexpectantly meet a man whose warming words make you forget yourself and the impassability of the roads and the discomfort of the night's lodgings, the senselessness of the noisy contemporary world, and the deceitfulness of the illusions that lead mankind astray. And an evening spent in that way will be forever imprinted on your mind and your memory will retain everything: who was present and who sat in what place and what was in his hands- the walls, the corners, and every trifle in the room.
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