Note-Book of Anton ChekhovChekhov, Anton Pavlovich
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Note-Book of Anton Chekhov
Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich
Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich, 1860-1904 -- Notebooks, sketchbooks, etc.
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"Society for finding and raising anchors of steamers and barges," and
the Society's agent at all functions without fail makes a speech, à la
N., and without fail promises.
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Super-mysticism.
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When I become rich, I shall have a harem in which I shall keep fat
naked women, with their buttocks painted green.
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A shy young man came on a visit for the night: suddenly a deaf old
woman came into his room, carrying a cupping-glass, and bled him; he
thought that this must be the usual thing and so did not protest; in
the morning it turned out that the old woman had made a mistake.
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Surname: Verstax.
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The more stupid the peasant, the better does the horse understand him.
THEMES, THOUGHTS, NOTES, AND FRAGMENTS.
... How stupid and for the most part how false, since if one man seeks
to devour another or tell him something unpleasant it has nothing to
do with Granovsky.[1]
[Footnote 1: A well-known Radical professor, a Westerner.]
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I left Gregory Ivanovitch's feeling crushed and mortally offended.
I was irritated by smooth words and by those who speak them, and on
reaching home I meditated thus: some rail at the world, others at the
crowd, that is to say praise the past and blame the present; they cry
out that there are no ideals and so on, but all this has already been
said twenty or thirty years ago; these are worn-out forms which have
already served their time, and whoever repeats them now, he too is no
longer young and is himself worn out. With last year's foliage there
decay too those who live in it. I thought, we uncultured, worn-out
people, banal in speech, stereotyped in intentions, have grown quite
mouldy, and, while we intellectuals are rummaging among old rags and,
according to the old Russian custom, biting one another, there is
boiling up around us a life which we neither know nor notice. Great
events will take us unawares, like sleeping fairies, and you will see
that Sidorov, the merchant, and the teacher of the school at
Yeletz, who see and know more than we do, will push us far into the
background, because they will accomplish more than all of us put
together. And I thought that were we now to obtain political liberty,
of which we talk so much, while engaged in biting one another, we
should not know what to do with it, we should waste it in accusing one
another in the newspapers of being spies and money-grubbers, we should
frighten society with the assurance that we have neither men, nor
science, nor literature, nothing! Nothing! And to scare society as we
are doing now, and as we shall continue to do, means to deprive it
of courage; it means simply to declare that we have no social or
political sense in us.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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