“ His neck, round which soft, fragrant arms had so lately been clasped, seemed to him to be anointed with oil; on his left cheek near his moustache where the unknown had kissed him there was a faint chilly tingling sensation as from peppermint drops, and the more he rubbed the place the more distinct was the chilly sensation; all over, from head to foot, he was full of a strange new feeling which grew stronger and stronger… He wanted to dance, to talk, to run into the garden, to laugh aloud…
— Anton Chekhov (via libelule)
(Source: wileycoyoteee, via russkayaliteratura)
