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.
How pleasant it is to respect people! When I see books, I am not
concerned with how the authors loved or played cards; I see only their
marvelous works.
* * * * *
To demand that the woman one loves should be pure is egotistical: to
look for that in a woman which I have not got myself is not love, but
worship, since one ought to love one's equals.
* * * * *
The so-called pure childlike joy of life is animal joy.
* * * * *
I cannot bear the crying of children, but when my child cries, I don't
hear.
* * * * *
A schoolboy treats a lady to dinner in a restaurant. He has only one
rouble, twenty kopecks. The bill comes to four roubles thirty kopecks.
He has no money and begins to cry. The proprietor boxes his ears. He
was talking to the lady about Abyssinia.
* * * * *
A man, who, to judge from his appearance, loves nothing but sausages
and sauerkraut.
* * * * *
We judge human activities by their goal; that activity is great of
which the goal is great.
* * * * *
You drive on the Nevski, you look to the left on the Haymarket;
the clouds are the color of smoke, the ball of the setting sun
purple--Dante's hell!
* * * * *
His income is twenty-five to fifty thousand, and yet out of poverty he
shoots himself.
* * * * *
Terrible poverty, desperate situation. The mother a widow, her
daughter a very ugly girl. At last the mother takes courage and
advises the daughter to go on the streets. She herself when young went
on the streets without her husband's knowledge in order to get money
for her dresses; she has some experience. She instructs her daughter.
The latter goes out, walks all night; not a single man takes her; she
is ugly. A couple of days later, three young rascals on the boulevard
take her. She brought home a note which turned out to be a lottery
ticket no longer valid.
* * * * *
Two wives: one in Petersburg, the other in Kertch. Constant rows,
threats, telegrams. They nearly reduce him to suicide. At last
he finds a way: he settles them both in the same house. They are
perplexed, petrified; they grow silent and quiet down.
* * * * *
His character is so undeveloped that one can hardly believe that he
has been to the University.
* * * * *
And I dreamt that, as it were, what I considered reality was a dream,
and the dream was reality.
* * * * *
I observed that after marriage people cease to be curious.
* * * * *
It usually takes as much time to feel happy as to wind up one's watch.
* * * * *
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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