I must run away, I must escape this very day or I shall go out of my mind.
Anton ChekhovTags: the-russian-master
The boy sang in a shrill high descant and seemed to be trying not to sing in tune.
Anton ChekhovTags: humor
If Makar Denisych was just a clerk or a junior manager, then no one would have dared talk to him in such a condescending, casual tone, but he is a 'writer', and a talentless mediocrity!
People like Mr Bubentsov do not understand anything about art and are not very interested in it, but whenever they happen to come across talentless mediocrities they are pitiless and implacable, They are ready to forgive anyone, but not Makar, that eccentric loser with manuscripts lying in his trunk. The gardener damaged the old rubber plant, and ruined lots of expensive plants, and the general does nothing and goes on spending money like water; Mr Bubentsov only got down to work once a month when he was a magistrate, then stammered, muddled up the laws, and spoke a lot of rubbish, but all this is forgiven and not noticed; but there is no way that anyone can pass by the talentless Makar, who writes passable poetry and stories, without saying something offensive. No one cares that the general's sister-in-law slaps the maids' cheeks, and swears like a trooper when she is playing cards, that the priest's wife never pays up when she loses, and the landowner Flyugin stole a a dog from the landower Sivobrazov, but the fact that Our Province returned a bad story to Makar recently is know to the whole district and has provoked mockery, long conversations and indignation, while Makar Denisych is already being referred to as old Makarka.
If someone does not write the way required, they never try to explain what is wrong, but just say:
'That bastard has gone and written another load of rubbish!
Everything is beautiful in this world…except that we think and do ourselves when we forget our human dignity and the higher aims of our existence.
Anton ChekhovExistence is tedious, anyway.
Anton ChekhovTags: existentialism
We should show life neither as it is, nor as it should be, but as we see it in our dreams.
Anton ChekhovTags: truths
I often think, what if one were to begin life over again, knowing what one is about! If one life, which has been already lived, were only a rough sketch so to speak, and the second were the fair copy! Then, I fancy, every one of us would feel compelled not to repeat himself, at the very least to rearrange his manner of life.
Anton ChekhovTags: life
Only entropy comes easy.
Anton ChekhovVerchínin - Essa é boa! (Ri-se). Saber coisas a mais! Acho que não existe cidade, nem pode existir, por mais aborrecida e tristonha que seja , onde uma pessoa inteligente e culta não seja necessária. Suponhamos que entre os 100 mil habitantes desta cidade, sem dúvida tacanhos e grosseirões, só existem três pessoas como vocês. É evidente que serão incapazes de vencer a massa obscura que as circunda; com o correr da vida ireis cedendo pouco a pouco, perdidas na grande multidão dos cem mil, abafadas pela vida, mas não vão desaparecer, não deixarão de ter influência. Depois talvez apareçam mais seis pessoas como vocês, depois doze, e assim por diante, até que gente assim se torne a maioria. Daqui a duzentos ou trezentos anos a vida na terra será inimaginavelmente bela, admirável. O homem precisa de uma vida assim, e se ainda a não tem, precisa de a pressentir, esperar, sonhar, preparar-se para ela; para isso tem de ver e de saber mais do que viam e sabiam o pai e o avô. (Ri-se). E queixa-se esta gente de que sabe muita coisa a mais!
Anton ChekhovA hungry dog believes in nothing but meat.
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