Anton Pavlovich Chekhov. Bear (a joke in one act) (№ 359989)

There was a time when I played the fool, sentimental, meditacin, scattered beads, scuffed up... Loved, suffered, sighed to the moon was strong, would melt, torments. Loved passionately, wildly, in all sorts of manners, hell, rattled like a magpie about emancipation, he lived in gentle sense half of the state, but now the humble servant! Now you can't fool me! Pretty! Black eyes, passionate eyes, red lips, dimpled cheeks, the moon, whispers, timid breathing - in all that, Madam, I and now the copper penny will not give!