Literature
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Oh! The Public! by Anton Chekhov
“HERE goes, I’ve done with drinking! Nothing. . . n-o-thing shall tempt me to it. It’s time to take myself…
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Old Age by Anton Chekhov
UZELKOV, an architect with the rank of civil councillor, arrived in his native town, to which he had been invited…
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On Official Duty by Anton Chekhov
THE deputy examining magistrate and the district doctor were going to an inquest in the village of Syrnya. On the…
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On The Road by Anton Chekhov
“Upon the breast of a gigantic crag,A golden cloudlet rested for one night.” LERMONTOV. IN the room which the tavern…
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Overdoing It by Anton Chekhov
GLYEB GAVRILOVITCH SMIRNOV, a land surveyor, arrived at the station of Gnilushki. He had another twenty or thirty miles to…
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Oysters by Anton Chekhov
I NEED no great effort of memory to recall, in every detail, the rainy autumn evening when I stood with…
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Panic Fears by Anton Chekhov
DURING all the years I have been living in this world I have only three times been terrified. The first…
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Peasants by Anton Chekhov
INIKOLAY TCHIKILDYEEV, a waiter in the Moscow hotel, Slavyansky Bazaar, was taken ill. His legs went numb and his gait…
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Peasant Wives by Anton Chekhov
IN the village of Reybuzh, just facing the church, stands a two-storeyed house with a stone foundation and an iron…
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Polinka by Anton Chekhov
IT is one o’clock in the afternoon. Shopping is at its height at the “Nouveaut’s de Paris,” a drapery establishment…
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