The Chekhov Collection Quotes
The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
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“She was fond of her comfort.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“Lonely people read a great deal, but say little and hear little.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“Because only savage women and animals are sincere. Once civilization has introduced a demand for such comforts as, for instance, feminine virtue, sincerity is out of place. . . .”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“So had begun and had ended a sincere effort to be of public service on the part of a well-intentioned but unreflecting and over-comfortable”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“Well, that's not at all clerical!" thought Kunin, shrugging his shoulders contemptuously. "What is it, priestly greed or childishness?”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“As a good actor reflects in himself the movements and voice of others, so Vassilyev could reflect in his soul the sufferings of others. When he saw tears, he wept; beside a sick”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“that this was not lack of taste, but something that might be called the taste, and even the style, of S. Street, which could not be found elsewhere--something intentional in its ugliness, not accidental, but elaborated”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“It seems as though there is something going wrong with me," she thought from time to time through”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“Your insincerity is natural and in the order of things. If people agreed together and suddenly became sincere, everything would go to the devil.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“Your insincerity is natural and in the order of things. If people agreed together and suddenly became sincere,”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“Strange indecision!”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“He is barefooted.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“blind love finds ideal beauty everywhere.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“instead of struggling they merely criticize, calling the world vulgar and forgetting that their criticism passes little by little into vulgarity.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“And therefore I should be very desirous to be united in the bonds of Hymen”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“Though my fortune is not large, yet I am in a position to support a beloved being and children at my side.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“His cheeks, his eyes, his chest, his body, all of him was so well fed, so loathsome and repellent!”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“He told lies with the same relish with which he ate herring and drank.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“and passing into his habitual state of drunken excitement.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“you don't believe in your right to it; and here now you can't sleep.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“The real person, for whom everything is being done, is the devil.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“There was little sign of culture, and the luxury was senseless and haphazard, and was as ill fitting as that uniform. The floors irritated him with their brilliant polish, the lustres on the chandelier irritated him, and he was reminded for some reason of the story of the merchant who used to go to the baths with a medal on his neck. . . .”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“We can't make her see anything, Pyotr Alexandritch! We are simply done. We talk of one thing and she talks of something else.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“His soul is still hovering here, near his body," says the young man. "It does not depart from the body for three days.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“she is far above the crowd! He, he, he . . . . and she doesn't reckon us as human beings.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“Nobody asks her not to understand! It's a lesson for these foreigners!”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“a feeling stirred in the soul akin to the white, youthful, feathery snow.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“From mere common humanity he ought to be treated seriously.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“falsity.”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
“I feel as cross as a dog," he muttered, clenching his fists. "I hate and despise myself! My God! like some depraved schoolboy, I am making love to another man's wife, writing idiotic letters,”
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
― The Chekhov Collection: A 199 Story Anthology
