Anton Pavlovich Chekhov. The cherry orchard (№ 342208)

In fact, not touching other items, I have to say about themselves, among other things, that fate treats me without regret like a storm to a small ship. If I'm wrong, then why did I Wake up this morning, for example say, you see, and on my chest terrific spider... like this. (Shows with both hands.) And also kvas will take to drink, and then, suddenly, something in the highest degree indecent, like a cockroach.