Chekhov frequented brothels.
He was incapable of trusting or loving a woman,
which might not be different things.
I didn’t leave you after the first attempt,”
only because I was reading Lady with Lapdog at the time
and I thought Chekhov was saying that suffering was a requisite
for authentic love.
I didn’t know he was just telling a story,
that suffering is just a description of the landscape,
that love is the only requisite for love.