This is a wonderful quote from one of Andreyev's diaries.
"The sea...
I had waited patiently and for a long time. I do not know why we, the inhabitants of dry lands, dispatched by our fate and birth into the heart of continents, are always so eager to seek the sea, and even before we have seen it, love it like an old friend from the beginning of time. This love originates in the dark depths of antiquity and glows in our Varangian blood as a vague striving -- this agonizing and sweet love for the infinite, the unknowable, the eternally vital and enigmatic. Every time I look upon the sea, i am overcome by trembling, and i feel an urge to do something that would express both my fear and my rapture and my adoration, fall to my knees, kiss it and quietly ask it for something. It is as if a curtain rises before me and i see that which it is not given to man to see, and that is why I feel so awestruck and happy."
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