Every hour is precious. 201 Stories by Anton Chekhov. About Anton Chekhov: One of Russia's greatest writers, Chekhov began his career writing jokes and anecdotes for popular magazines to support himself while he studied to become a doctor.
Between 1888 and his death he single-handedly revolutionized both the drama and the short story. Near the end of his life he married an actress, Olga Knipper. He died from tuberculosis in 1904, age 44. About this project: Constance Garnett translated and published 13 volumes of Chekhov stories in the years 1916-1922. Anton Chekhov on Writing. My own experience is that once a story has been written, one has to cross out the beginning and the end.
It is there that we authors do most of our lying. When you describe the miserable and unfortunate, and want to make the reader feel pity, try to be somewhat colder — that seems to give a kind of background to another's grief, against which it stands out more clearly. Whereas in your story the characters cry and you sigh. Yes, be more cold. ... Anton Chekhov's short story: In the Ravine. ________________________________________________Title: In The RavineAuthor: Anton Chekhov [More Titles by Chekhov] THE village of Ukleevo lay in a ravine so that only the belfry and the chimneys of the printed cottons factories could be seen from the high road and the railway-station.
When visitors asked what village this was, they were told: "That's the village where the deacon ate all the caviare at the funeral. " It had happened at the dinner at the funeral of Kostukov that the old deacon saw among the savouries some large-grained caviare and began eating it greedily; people nudged him, tugged at his arm, but he seemed petrified with enjoyment: felt nothing, and only went on eating. He ate up all the caviare, and there were four pounds in the jar. The village was never free from fever, and there was boggy mud there even in the summer, especially under the fences over which hung old willow-trees that gave deep shade. He had two sons. "Well done, daughter-in-law!
"God will provide! " "No. Anton Chekhov's short story: Difficult People. ________________________________________________Title: Difficult PeopleAuthor: Anton Chekhov [More Titles by Chekhov] YEVGRAF IVANOVITCH SHIRYAEV, a small farmer, whose father, a parish priest, now deceased, had received a gift of three hundred acres of land from Madame Kuvshinnikov, a general's widow, was standing in a corner before a copper washing-stand, washing his hands.
As usual, his face looked anxious and ill-humoured, and his beard was uncombed. "What weather! " he said. "It's not weather, but a curse laid upon us. He grumbled on, while his family sat waiting at table for him to have finished washing his hands before beginning dinner. As though trying their patience, Shiryaev deliberately dried his hands, deliberately said his prayer, and sat down to the table without hurrying himself.
Big, sparse drops of rain pattered on the window. Pyotr, a round-shouldered student in spectacles, kept exchanging glances with his mother as he ate his dinner. A minute passed in silence. "Money? Anton Chekhov's short story: About Love. ________________________________________________Title: About LoveAuthor: Anton Chekhov [More Titles by Chekhov] AT lunch next day there were very nice pies, crayfish, and mutton cutlets; and while we were eating, Nikanor, the cook, came up to ask what the visitors would like for dinner.
He was a man of medium height, with a puffy face and little eyes; he was close-shaven, and it looked as though his moustaches had not been shaved, but had been pulled out by the roots. Alehin told us that the beautiful Pelagea was in love with this cook. As he drank and was of a violent character, she did not want to marry him, but was willing to live with him without. He was very devout, and his religious convictions would not allow him to "live in sin"; he insisted on her marrying him, and would consent to nothing else, and when he was drunk he used to abuse her and even beat her.
We began talking about love. "Perfectly true," Burkin assented. It looked as though he wanted to tell some story. Anton Chekhov's short story: A Trivial Incident. ________________________________________________Title: A Trivial IncidentAuthor: Anton Chekhov [More Titles by Chekhov] IT was a sunny August midday as, in company with a Russian prince who had come down in the world, I drove into the immense so-called Shabelsky pine-forest where we were intending to look for woodcocks.
In virtue of the part he plays in this story my poor prince deserves a detailed description. He was a tall, dark man, still youngish, though already somewhat battered by life; with long moustaches like a police captain's; with prominent black eyes, and with the manners of a retired army man. He was a man of Oriental type, not very intelligent, but straightforward and honest, not a bully, not a fop, and not a rake--virtues which, in the eyes of the general public, are equivalent to a certificate of being a nonentity and a poor creature.
People generally did not like him (he was never spoken of in the district, except as "the illustrious duffer"). "Nonsense! " "Yes . . . Anton Chekhov's short story: At a Country House. Anton Chekhov's short story: The Kiss. ________________________________________________Title: KissAuthor: Anton Chekhov [More Titles by Chekhov] AT eight o'clock on the evening of the twentieth of May all the six batteries of the N---- Reserve Artillery Brigade halted for the night in the village of Myestetchki on their way to camp.
Anton Chekhov's short story: A Happy Ending.