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A Living Chattel (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... he imagined he had caught a chill. Liza had continually to interrupt her inquisitive observations and run from the verandah to his room. At dinner-time she had to put on mustard plasters. ...

Ward No. 6 (Chap. 18) - Anton Chekhov

... the bed; there really was a salt taste in his mouth: most likely the blood was running from his teeth. He waved his arms as though he were trying to swim out and ...

The Sea-Gull (Act 1) - Anton Chekhov

... give us under a thousand different guises the same, same, same old stuff, then I must needs run from it, as Maupassant ran from the Eiffel Tower that was about to crush him by its vulgarity. SORIN But we ...

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The Cattle-Dealers (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... , and that he is ready to do for Malahin everything in his power. And from his face it is evident that he is ready to do anything to please not only Malahin, but the whole world?he is so happy ...

On Official Duty (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... a couple of miles from Syrnya. I shall go to see him and spend the evening there. Constable, run and tell my coachman not to take the horses out. And what are you going to do?" he asked Lyzhin. "I don't know; I expect ...

The Privy Councillor (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... ! By seven o'clock the dinner will be done to rags in the oven. Really, men don't understand anything about housekeeping, though they have so much intellect. Oh, dear! we shall have to cook ...

Uncle Vanya (Act 3) - Anton Chekhov

... came, Uncle Vanya and I used to go to market ourselves to deal in flour. HELENA I don't know anything about such things, and besides, they don't interest me. It is only in novels that women go out and teach and heal ...

Ariadne (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... obliged for some reason to spend ten days, ten weeks, there! Having been dragged reluctantly from one of these watering-places to another, I have been more and more struck by the inconvenient and niggardly ...

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My Life (Chap. 19) - Anton Chekhov

... cold shed. My mind was blurred and filled with fantastic imaginations. A bell rang; sounds familiar from childhood; first the wire rustled along the wall, and then there was a short, melancholy tinkle in the kitchen. It was my father returning ...

A Dreary Story (Chap. 2) - Anton Chekhov

... different...." The doctor says nothing. I fly into a rage and jump up from my seat. "Why is it you all come to me?" I cry angrily. "Do I keep a shop? I don't deal in subjects. For the thousand and oneth time I ask you all ...

Enemies (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... not ill, but accursed! The baseness! The vileness! The devil himself could not have imagined anything more loathsome! She sent me off that she might run away with a buffoon, a dull-witted clown, an Alphonse! Oh God, better she had died ...

The Swedish Match (Chap. 1) - Anton Chekhov

... merely slain a wicked man, a profligate, she has freed the world from Antichrist?and that she fancies is her merit, her religious achievement! Ah, you don't know these old maids, these Old Believers! You should read Dostoevsky! And what does Lyeskov ...

Aborigines (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... ; you had better set to and mend it all, or if you don't know how, go into the kitchen and help your wife. Your wife is running out every minute to fetch water or carry out the slops. Why shouldn ...

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A Dreary Story (Chap. 1) - Anton Chekhov

... him at every turn nothing but what is lofty, strong and elegant.... God preserve him from gaunt trees, broken windows, grey walls, and doors covered with torn American leather! When I go to my own entrance the door ...

The Darling (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... masque, first rate music-hall artists. But do you suppose that's what they want! They don't understand anything of that sort. They want a clown; what they ask for is vulgarity. And then look ...

The Petchenyeg (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... no one in the world as unhappy as she is. I am a plain-spoken man, and I don't want to conceal anything from you. She comes of a poor family, a village priest's daughter. I married her when she was seventeen, ...

The Wife (Chap. 6) - Anton Chekhov

... buckwheat, but afterwards I munched and swallowed mechanically, smiling helplessly and unconscious of the taste of anything. My face was burning from the hot cabbage soup and the heat of the room. Ivan Ivanitch and Sobol, too, ...

Volodya (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... bath-house and of almond soap still hanging about her. She was out of breath from running quickly. The top button of her blouse was undone, so that the boy saw her ...

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The Three Sisters (Act 2) - Anton Chekhov

... all laugh. A pause.] IRINA. Why are you so silent, Alexander Ignateyevitch? VERSHININ. I don't know. I want some tea. Half my life for a tumbler of tea: I haven't had anything since morning. CHEBUTIKIN. Irina Sergeyevna! IRINA. What is it? CHEBUTIKIN. Please come here ...

Three Years (Chap. 4) - Anton Chekhov

... it so sudden?" "No, it's not sudden. It's been going on since March, only you don't notice anything. . . . I fell in love with her last March when I made her acquaintance here, in your rooms." "I ...

The Duel (Chap. 10) - Anton Chekhov

... you live there? Why, you have nothing." "I will do translation, or . . . or I will open a library . . . ." "Don't let your fancy run away with you, my dear. You must have money for a library. Well, I will leave you ...

The Runaway (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... finished he went for a walk. In the next ward, besides the two he had seen from the door, there were four other people. Of these only one drew his attention. This was a tall, extremely emaciated peasant with a morose-looking, hairy ...

Shrove Tuesday (Full Text) - Anton Chekhov

... the lamp. Markovna hiccups every minute and asks: "Why is it I have the hiccups? I don't think I have eaten anything to account for it . . . nor drunk anything either. . . . Hic!" Pavel Vassilitch and Styopa sit side by side, with their heads touching ...

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Uncle Vanya (Act 4) - Anton Chekhov

... gone long ago, but I shan't leave you until you have returned what you took from me. VOITSKI I took nothing from you. ASTROFF I am not jesting, don't detain me, I really must go. VOITSKI I took nothing of yours. ASTROFF You didn't? Very ...

Ward No. 6 (Chap. 9) - Anton Chekhov

... up, and stretching his hands towards the window, went on with emotion in his voice: "From behind these bars I bless you! Hurrah for truth and justice! I rejoice!" "I see no particular reason to rejoice," ...

The Wife (Chap. 2) - Anton Chekhov

... friends, what are we to do?" I asked after waiting for a pause. "I suppose before we do anything else we had better immediately open a subscription-list. We will write to our friends in ...

A Nervous Breakdown (Chap. 6) - Anton Chekhov

... never been before in his life. He reached the old bridge by which the Yauza runs gurgling, and from which one can see long rows of lights in the windows of the Red Barracks. ...

In The Ravine (Chap. 5) - Anton Chekhov

... to God. And now I am afraid of Aksinya, Ilya Makaritch. It's not that she does anything, she is always laughing, but sometimes she glances at the window, and her eyes are ...

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Ionitch (Chap. 2) - Anton Chekhov

... and developed beyond her years. He could talk with her about literature, about art, about anything he liked; could complain to her of life, of people, though it sometimes happened in ...

Three Years (Chap. 17) - Anton Chekhov

... dark. We had a balancing of the accounts at the warehouse lately, but, excuse me, I don't believe in it; you think fit to conceal something from me and only tell the truth to my father. You have been used to being ...

Three Years (Chap. 5) - Anton Chekhov

... always stamping their hoofs on the asphalt. A very humble-looking door, studded with iron, led from the yard into a room with walls discoloured by damp and scrawled over with charcoal, lighted up by a narrow window covered by ...

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