Dramas, such as The Seagull (1896, revised 1898), and including "A Dreary Story" (1889) of Russian writer Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, also Chekov, concern the inability of humans to communicate.
Born (Антон Павлович Чехов) in the small southern seaport of Taganrog, the son of a grocer. His grandfather, a serf, bought his own freedom and that of his three sons in 1841. He also taught to read. A cloth merchant fathered Yevgenia Morozova, his mother.
"When I think back on my childhood," Chekhov recalled, "it all seems quite gloomy to me." Tyranny of his father, religious fanaticism, and long nights in the store, open from five in the morning till midnight, shadowed his early years. He attended a school for Greek boys in Taganrog from 1867 to 1868 and then Taganrog grammar school. Bankruptcy of his father compelled the family to move to Moscow. At the age of 16 years in 1876, independent Chekhov for some time alone in his native town supported through private tutoring.
In 1879, Chekhov left grammar school and entered the university medical school at Moscow. In the school, he began to publish hundreds of short comics to support his mother, sisters and brothers. Nicholas Leikin published him at this period and owned Oskolki (splinters), the journal of Saint Petersburg. His subjected silly social situations, marital problems, and farcical encounters among husbands, wives, mistresses, and lust; even after his marriage, Chekhov, the shy author, knew not much of whims of young women.
Nenunzhaya pobeda, first novel of Chekhov, set in 1882 in Hungary, parodied the novels of the popular Mór Jókai. People also mocked ideological optimism of Jókai as a politician.
Chekhov graduated in 1884 and practiced medicine. He worked from 1885 in Peterburskaia gazeta.
In 1886, Chekhov met H.S. Suvorin, who invited him, a regular contributor, to work for Novoe vremya, the daily paper of Saint Petersburg. He gained a wide fame before 1886. He authored The Shooting Party, his second full-length novel, later translated into English. Agatha Christie used its characters and atmosphere in later her mystery novel The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. First book of Chekhov in 1886 succeeded, and he gradually committed full time. The refusal of the author to join the ranks of social critics arose the wrath of liberal and radical intelligentsia, who criticized him for dealing with serious social and moral questions but avoiding giving answers. Such leaders as Leo Tolstoy and Nikolai Leskov, however, defended him. "I'm not a liberal, or a conservative, or a gradualist, or a monk, or an indifferentist. I should like to be a free artist and that's all..." Chekhov said in 1888.
The failure of The Wood Demon, play in 1889, and problems with novel made Chekhov to withdraw from literature for a period. In 1890, he traveled across Siberia to Sakhalin, remote prison island. He conducted a detailed census of ten thousand convicts and settlers, condemned to live on that harsh island. Chekhov expected to use the results of his research for his doctoral dissertation. Hard conditions on the island probably also weakened his own physical condition. From this journey came his famous travel book.
Chekhov practiced medicine until 1892. During these years, Chechov developed his concept of the dispassionate, non-judgmental author. He outlined his program in a letter to his brother Aleksandr: "1. Absence of lengthy verbiage of political-social-economic nature; 2. total objectivity; 3. truthful descriptions of persons and objects; 4. extreme brevity; 5. audacity and originality; flee the stereotype; 6. compassion." Because he objected that the paper conducted against [a:Alfred Dreyfu
This is one book in a series of 20 Penguin has classified as its Great Loves series. It's been far too long since I picked up something Russian, and I thought this little volume would be a perfect introduction to Anton Chekhov, one of the greats. While the first two stories were definitely my favorites, I really did love the collection as a whole. Chekhov is very conservative in his writing. It's as if he wants to use only the perfect and exact words. There's never unnecessary description; everything he has to say is important, or he wouldn't say it at all. I hung on to every word of these stories and found myself reading carefully and meticulously so as not to miss anything and to take it all in. Highly recommended if you're as big a fan of the Russians as I.
Even the weakest of these stories ("The House with the Mezzanine") is better than what you or I could write, but my favorite story is "The Lady with the Little Dog".
My first Chekov. The kind of beautiful and simple prose that doesn't just sit in your head but swirls around in your chest, chokes you up with emotion. Nobody does love greater justice - he doesn't sell it as a goal or misrepresent it as perfect, but simply writes about it, horrible and matter-of-fact and perversely desireable. Feel like I ought to read this again and again: to understand it better, to cheer myself up, everytime I have to deal with a broken heart. Perfect example of why I love Russian literature.
Love can be impossible - When Gurov sees the lady with the little dog on a windswept promenade, he knows he must have her. But she is different from his other flings - he cannot forget her. Chekov's stories are of lost love, love at the wrong time and love that can never be.
I'm a fan of Anton Chekhov and this little book didn't disappoint. It contains five short stories all revolving around the theme of love. Like all Chekhov's work they all have an underlying depressive and hopeless theme which never really shifts.
This is definitely not a book that will cheer you up, but I think in the fast-past society we live in today a lot of these short stories will still resonate with the modern audience.
This caught my eye at the library and, as it's a series of short stories, I thought it'd be a good way of dipping my toe in to Chekhov's writing.
In all honesty, I expected it to be a heavy read which would largely go over my head. But I was pleasantly surprised to find myself enjoying the stories and musings about life, some of which felt timeless.
"...the monotonous, hollow roar of the sea that reached them from below spoke of peace, of that eternal slumber that awaits us. And so it roared down below when nether Yalta or Oreanda existed. It was roaring now and would continue its hollow, indifferent booming when we are no more."
"As he sat there... soothed and enchanted at the sight of those magical surroundings - sea, mountains, clouds, wide skies - Gurov reflected that, if one thought hard about it, everything on earth was truly beautiful except those things we ourselves think of and do when we forget the higher aims of existence and our human dignity."
"Those pointless business affairs and perpetual conversations - always on the same theme - were commandeering the best part of his time, his best strength, so that in the end there remained only a limited, humdrum life, just trivial nonsense."
"We grow old, get fat, go to seed. Day after day life drags on in its lacklustre way, no impressions, no thoughts... During the day I make money, in the evening there's the club and the company of card-sharpers, alcoholics and loudmouths whom I cannot stand. So what's good about it?"
"And he judged others by himself, disbelieving what he saw, invariably assuming that everyone's true, most interesting life was carried on under the cloak of secrecy, under the cover of night, as it were. The private, personal life of everyone is grounded in secrecy and this perhaps partly explains why civilised man fusses so neurotically over having his personal secrecy respected."
Using the summer holidays to pursue one of my many pet projects which is to book worm my way through the rather wonderful Penguin 20-book series "Great Loves" (escapism much?).
So, book 3/20 Anton Chekhov's collection of five short stories called "Russian Affair" (1896). I know the sensitivities these days, so please note that this is not a political statement, it just seems that many of the world's best literature on love was written by Russians (Turgenev's 'First Love' is also in this series) :-). And I don't need to point out how magical Chekhov's writing is although I feel Russian is better read in German rather than English translations.
Impossible love is, of course, the most exciting love all and this is the theme of these five stories. Throughout the stories, there's also a lot of comforting sadness about the fact that everything, even the most ecstatic beginnings, already contains its inevitable end ("It was a sad August night - sad because there was already a breath of autumn in the air").
Sadly, I didn't like this very much. The first story was alright, and I kind of liked the second one which was a little political. I think maybe I should have read all of this in context to better understand Chekhov and the times he lived in, but then again, I think I wouldn't have enjoyed the last 3 stories even if I were an expert on Russia in the 19th century. For a book this short, there were just too many very young, beautiful women with 'childlike' features (always characterised as quite stupid or at least naive by the male protagonists), getting together with bitter, middle aged men.
This was my first Chekhov and what a good introduction. I enjoyed every story, how character-driver they were, how introspective. Will definitely read more.
Ah. Turned out I'd already read 3/5 of these short stories in my 'Lady with the Little Dog' collection, so a read cut short! But the 2/5 were excellent. I say this a lot, but Russian Literature is the best out there, and Chekhov was the master of the short story.
The 4 of them where philosophical/political stories disguised as love stories, and I'm absolutely fine with that! Favourite bits:
We have loads of doctors, pharmacists, lawyers, lots of people who can read and write, but there's a complete lack of biologists, mathematicians, philosophers and poets. One's entire intellect, one's entire spiritual energy has been used up satisfying transient, temporary needs. Scholars, writers and artists are working away--thanks to them life's comforts increase with every day. Our physical needs multiply, whereas the truth is still far, far off and man still remains the most predatory and filthy of animals and everything conspires towards the larger part of mankind degenerating and losing its vitality. In such conditions an artist's life has no meaning and the more talented he is the stranger and more incomprehensible his role, since, on closer inspection, it turns our that, by supporting the existing order, he's working for the amusement of this rapacious, filthy animal. I don't want to work... and I shan't! I don't need a thing, the whole world can go to hell! --The House with the Mezzanine
I think that no one has ever truly described love--and how could anyone describe that tender, joyful, agonizing feeling! Anyone who has but once experienced it would never even think of putting it into words! --Ionych (the words might be less cool when you consider what a superficial ass he is, but anyways)
Gurov reflected that, if one thought hard about it, everything on earth was truly beautiful except those things we ourselves think of and do when we forget the higher aims of existence and our human dignity. --The Lady with the Little Dog
This book is a collection of 5 short stories by Anton chekhov. All of these stories have a common subplot or factor that's an affair or a love story which remains incomplete. Each story begins with the possibility of love, a spark, a dream and eventually ends with its dissolution, not through catastrophe but through human weakness, fear, or the slow erosion of feelings. Chekhov isn’t interested in romantic fulfillment; he’s interested in what stops it.
● About Love: Alyokhin falls in love with his friends wife Anna and eventually they have to seperate.
● The house with the mezzanine: This one is my fav. There's a nameless painter, our protagonist and his love interest Zhenya, and her sister Lida.
● A visit to a friend: This was my least fav story. It had themes of nostalgia and disillusionment .
● Ionich: This was also interesting, it shows that with time and success how much a man can change and how the fleeting love passes. Dimitry ionich falls in love with a young woman, Ekaterina who rejects him because she wants more from life and believes marriage will hinder her. But after years when she fails to establish her career she returns back to ionich and confesses her feelings only to find him disillusioned and changed.
● The lady with the dog: This is probably my 2nd fav story from this collection. Dimitri Gurov and Anna sergeyevna start a flirtatious affair and eventually find themselves deep in love with each other. However they are both married and know how doomed they are.
This certainly is my first Chekov and I didn't like it very much. Half of what is written is forgettable and the characters fail to capture my interest. It may also have been the writing style in this one that i may not be a fan of but then again, these are translated works which couldn't really capture Chekov's original intent and style which may have been lost in translation. However, I'll try again with his other works. The second story is my favorite however but the others are simply uninteresting and boring. I simply do not care about what happens next.
Russian literature is quite strange, it always seems very bleak, even when it is discussing topics such as adultery and love. Maybe it’s the landscape that forces that sort of writing, but it’s been in every example of Russian literature that I have read so far.
Again, these short stories are mainly focused on people being jilted in love or committing adultery. This seems to be a reoccurring theme in these Penguin Great Loves.
Only one indisputable truth has been said about love up to now, that it’s a “tremendous mystery”, and everything else that’s been written or said about it has never provided an answer and is just a reformulation of problems that have always remained unsolved.
How ironic that this is in the first short story. Everything that follows is in fact a reformulation of problems that remain unsolved.
Five finely drawn short stories on abortive love affairs. Definitely of a type - coquettish ingenue with whom young man becomes infatuated (it is 19th c after all, and there is a definite tendency to describe bosoms and dainty waists) but initial blaze of love rebuffed and then fades in face of middle class torpor, stifling conventionality, and comfort over idealism.
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Love is a little hopeless and unhappy in these short stories and I can't quite pin down why I loved them so much. They are just very real, evoke a real sense of place and tell tales of a human state which rarely meets our hope or expectations for it.
"we could only see grey skies now and trees dripping with rain - in this weather there really was nowhere to go and nothing else to do except listen to stories"
A great collection of stories, I had previously read house on the mezzanine in one of his other collections but the rest were new and I thoroughly enjoyed them, especially Ionych