The Bet, and other storiesChekhov, Anton Pavlovich
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The Bet, and other stories
Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich
Russian fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, Russian -- Translations into English
“It’s no use getting angry, Nicolai Stiepanich. I say this only between
ourselves. I’m more cautious than you think. I shan’t proclaim it from
the housetops, God forbid! The masses still keep alive a prejudice that
science and art are superior to agriculture and commerce, superior to
crafts. Our persuasion makes a living from this prejudice. It’s not for
you and me to destroy it. God forbid!”
During patience the younger generation also comes in for it.
“Our public is degenerate nowadays,” Mikhail Fiodorovich sighs. “I
don’t speak of ideals and such things, I only ask that they should
be able to work and think decently. ‘Sadly I look at the men of our
time’--it’s quite true in this connection.”
“Yes, they’re frightfully degenerate,” Katy agrees. “Tell me, had you
one single eminent person under you during the last five or ten years?”
“I don’t know how it is with the other professors,--but somehow I don’t
recollect that it ever happened to me.”
“In my lifetime I’ve seen a great many of your students and young
scholars, a great many actors.... What happened? I never once had
the luck to meet, not a hero or a man of talent, but an ordinarily
interesting person. Everything’s dull and incapable, swollen and
pretentious....”
All these conversations about degeneracy give me always the impression
that I have unwittingly overheard an unpleasant conversation about my
daughter. I feel offended because the indictments are made wholesale
and are based upon such ancient hackneyed commonplaces and such
penny-dreadful notions as degeneracy, lack of ideals, or comparisons
with the glorious past. Any indictment, even if it’s made in a company
of ladies, should be formulated with all possible precision; otherwise
it isn’t an indictment, but an empty calumny, unworthy of decent people.
I am an old man, and have served for the last thirty years; but I don’t
see any sign either of degeneracy or the lack of ideals. I don’t find
it any worse now than before. My porter, Nicolas, whose experience in
this case has its value, says that students nowadays are neither better
nor worse than their predecessors.
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