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The Steppe - Chapter 8 The Steppe - Chapter 8

The Steppe - Chapter 8
CHAPTER VIIIThe waggons stopped at a big inn for merchants, not far from the quay. As Yegorushka climbed down from the waggon he heard a very familiar voice. Someone was helping him to get down, and saying: "We arrived yesterday evening. . . . We have been expecting you all day. We meant to overtake you yesterday, but it was out of our way; we came by the other road. I say, how you have crumpled your coat! You'll catch it from your uncle!" Yegorushka looked into the speaker's mottled face and remembered that this was Deniska. "Your uncle and Father... Long Stories - Post by : spk921803 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 2659

The Steppe - Chapter 7 The Steppe - Chapter 7

The Steppe - Chapter 7
CHAPTER VIIOn the following night the waggoners had halted and were cooking their porridge. On this occasion there was a sense of overwhelming oppression over everyone. It was sultry; they all drank a great deal, but could not quench their thirst. The moon was intensely crimson and sullen, as though it were sick. The stars, too, were sullen, the mist was thicker, the distance more clouded. Nature seemed as though languid and weighed down by some foreboding. There was not the same liveliness and talk round the camp fire as there had been the day before. All were dreary and spoke... Long Stories - Post by : spk921803 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 2164

The Steppe - Chapter 6 The Steppe - Chapter 6

The Steppe - Chapter 6
CHAPTER VIThe waggons remained by the river the whole day, and set off again when the sun was setting. Yegorushka was lying on the bales again; the waggon creaked softly and swayed from side to side. Panteley walked below, stamping his feet, slapping himself on his thighs and muttering. The air was full of the churring music of the steppes, as it had been the day before. Yegorushka lay on his back, and, putting his hands under his head, gazed upwards at the sky. He watched the glow of sunset kindle, then fade away; guardian angels covering the horizon with their... Long Stories - Post by : spk921803 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 2212

The Steppe - Chapter 2 The Steppe - Chapter 2

The Steppe - Chapter 2
CHAPTER IITowards midday the chaise turned off the road to the right; it went on a little way at walking pace and then stopped. Yegorushka heard a soft, very caressing gurgle, and felt a different air breathe on his face with a cool velvety touch. Through a little pipe of hemlock stuck there by some unknown benefactor, water was running in a thin trickle from a low hill, put together by nature of huge monstrous stones. It fell to the ground, and limpid, sparkling gaily in the sun, and softly murmuring as though fancying itself a great tempestuous torrent, flowed swiftly... Long Stories - Post by : spk921803 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1951

The Steppe - Chapter 1 The Steppe - Chapter 1

The Steppe - Chapter 1
CHAPTER IThe Story of a JourneyTranslated by: Constance GarnettEARLY one morning in July a shabby covered chaise, one of those antediluvian chaises without springs in which no one travels in Russia nowadays, except merchant's clerks, dealers and the less well-to-do among priests, drove out of N., the principal town of the province of Z., and rumbled noisily along the posting-track. It rattled and creaked at every movement; the pail, hanging on behind, chimed in gruffly, and from these sounds alone and from the wretched rags of leather hanging loose about its peeling body one could judge of its decrepit age and... Long Stories - Post by : spk921803 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 2335

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XX My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XX

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XX
CHAPTER XXIf I wanted to order a ring for myself, the inscription I should choose would be: "Nothing passes away." I believe that nothing passes away without leaving a trace, and that every step we take, however small, has significance for our present and our future existence.What I have been through has not been for nothing. My great troubles, my patience, have touched people's hearts, and now they don't call me "Better-than-nothing," they don't laugh at me, and when I walk by the shops they don't throw water over me. They have grown used to my being a workman, and see... Long Stories - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 995

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIX My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIX

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIX
CHAPTER XIXAt last a letter came from Masha."Dear, good M. A." (she wrote), "our kind, gentle 'angel' as the old painter calls you, farewell; I am going with my father to America for the exhibition. In a few days I shall see the ocean--so far from Dubetchnya, it's dreadful to think! It's far and unfathomable as the sky, and I long to be there in freedom. I am triumphant, I am mad, and you see how incoherent my letter is. Dear, good one, give me my freedom, make haste to break the thread, which still holds, binding you and me together.... Long Stories - Post by : dellpro2 - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1750

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVIII My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVIII

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVIII
CHAPTER XVIIIA little later my sister and I were walking along the street. I covered her with the skirts of my coat; we hastened, choosing back streets where there were no street lamps, avoiding passers-by; it was as though we were running away. She was no longer crying, but looked at me with dry eyes. To Karpovna's I took her, it was only twenty minutes' walk, and, strange to say, in that short time we succeeded in thinking of our whole life; we talked over everything, considered our position, reflected. . . .We decided we could not go on living... Long Stories - Post by : Gaugs - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1645

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVII My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVII

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVII
CHAPTER XVIIMy sister came after dinner on Sunday and had tea with me."I read a great deal now," she said, showing me the books which she had fetched from the public library on her way to me. "Thanks to your wife and to Vladimir, they have awakened me to self-realization. They have been my salvation; they have made me feel myself a human being. In old days I used to lie awake at night with worries of all sorts, thinking what a lot of sugar we had used in the week, or hoping the cucumbers would not be too salt. And... Long Stories - Post by : hansof - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1256

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVI My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVI

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XVI
CHAPTER XVIIn the evening she got ready to go to the town. Of late she had taken to going often to the town and staying the night there. In her absence I could not work, my hands felt weak and limp; our huge courtyard seemed a dreary, repulsive, empty hole. The garden was full of angry noises, and without her the house, the trees, the horses were no longer "ours."I did not go out of the house, but went on sitting at her table beside her bookshelf with the books on land work, those old favourites no longer wanted and looking... Long Stories - Post by : jaiminko - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 720

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XV My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XV

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XV
CHAPTER XVMasha and I drove to Kurilovka to the dedication of the school."Autumn, autumn, autumn, . . ." said Masha softly, looking away. "Summer is over. There are no birds and nothing is green but the willows."Yes, summer was over. There were fine, warm days, but it was fresh in the morning, and the shepherds went out in their sheepskins already; and in our garden the dew did not dry off the asters all day long. There were plaintive sounds all the time, and one could not make out whether they came from the shutters creaking on their rusty hinges, or... Long Stories - Post by : pureprofits - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 820

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIV My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIV

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIV
CHAPTER XIVMy sister, too, was leading a life of her own which she carefully hid from me. She was often whispering with Masha. When I went up to her she seemed to shrink into herself, and there was a guilty, imploring look in her eyes; evidently there was something going on in her heart of which she was afraid or ashamed. So as to avoid meeting me in the garden, or being left alone with me, she always kept close to Masha, and I rarely had an opportunity of talking to her except at dinner.One evening I was walking quietly through... Long Stories - Post by : webrescue - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1245

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIII My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIII

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XIII
CHAPTER XIIIDr. Blagovo arrived on his bicycle. My sister began coming often. Again there were conversations about manual labour, about progress, about a mysterious millennium awaiting mankind in the remote future. The doctor did not like our farmwork, because it interfered with arguments, and said that ploughing, reaping, grazing calves were unworthy of a free man, and all these coarse forms of the struggle for existence men would in time relegate to animals and machines, while they would devote themselves exclusively to scientific investigation. My sister kept begging them to let her go home earlier, and if she stayed on till... Long Stories - Post by : donnaletson - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 2714

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XII My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XII

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XII
CHAPTER XIIWhen I was doing anything in the garden or the yard, Moisey would stand beside me, and folding his arms behind his back he would stand lazily and impudently staring at me with his little eyes. And this irritated me to such a degree that I threw up my work and went away.From Stepan we heard that Moisey was Madame Tcheprakov's lover. I noticed that when people came to her to borrow money they addressed themselves first to Moisey, and once I saw a peasant, black from head to foot--he must have been a coalheaver--bow down at Moisey's feet. Sometimes,... Long Stories - Post by : jaideep26 - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1559

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XI My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XI

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter XI
CHAPTER XIAfter bright warm weather came a spell of wet; all May it rained and was cold. The sound of the millwheels and of the rain disposed one to indolence and slumber. The floor trembled, there was a smell of flour, and that, too, induced drowsiness. My wife in a short fur-lined jacket, and in men's high golosh boots, would make her appearance twice a day, and she always said the same thing:"And this is called summer! Worse than it was in October!"We used to have tea and make the porridge together, or we would sit for hours at a stretch... Long Stories - Post by : arscott44 - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1908

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter X My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter X

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter X
CHAPTER XTwo days later she sent me to Dubetchnya and I was unutterably delighted to go. As I walked towards the station and afterwards, as I was sitting in the train, I kept laughing from no apparent cause, and people looked at me as though I were drunk. Snow was falling, and there were still frosts in the mornings, but the roads were already dark-coloured and rooks hovered over them, cawing.At first I had intended to fit up an abode for us two, Masha and me, in the lodge at the side opposite Madame Tcheprakov's lodge, but it appeared that the... Long Stories - Post by : granknee - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 2685

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter IX My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter IX

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter IX
CHAPTER IXNow we used to see each other often, sometimes twice a day. She used to come to the cemetery almost every day after dinner, and read the epitaphs on the crosses and tombstones while she waited for me. Sometimes she would come into the church, and, standing by me, would look on while I worked. The stillness, the naive work of the painters and gilders, Radish's sage reflections, and the fact that I did not differ externally from the other workmen, and worked just as they did in my waistcoat with no socks on, and that I was addressed familiarly... Long Stories - Post by : ckilian - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 2485

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VIII My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VIII

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VIII
CHAPTER VIIIOn returning home late one evening from Mariya Viktorovna's I found waiting in my room a young police inspector in a new uniform; he was sitting at my table, looking through my books."At last," he said, getting up and stretching himself. "This is the third time I have been to you. The Governor commands you to present yourself before him at nine o'clock in the morning. Without fail."He took from me a signed statement that I would act upon his Excellency's command, and went away. This late visit of the police inspector and unexpected invitation to the Governor's had an... Long Stories - Post by : dwayne - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 2793

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VII My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VII

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VII
CHAPTER VIIAutumn came on, rainy, dark, and muddy. The season of unemployment set in, and I used to sit at home out of work for three days at a stretch, or did various little jobs, not in the painting line. For instance, I wheeled earth, earning about fourpence a day by it. Dr. Blagovo had gone away to Petersburg. My sister had given up coming to see me. Radish was laid up at home ill, expecting death from day to day.And my mood was autumnal too. Perhaps because, having become a workman, I saw our town life only from the seamy... Long Stories - Post by : sully - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1808

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VI My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VI

My Life - The Story Of A Provincial - Chapter VI
CHAPTER VIOne Sunday Dr. Blagovo turned up unexpectedly. He was wearing a military tunic over a silk shirt and high boots of patent leather."I have come to see you," he began, shaking my hand heartily like a student. "I am hearing about you every day, and I have been meaning to come and have a heart-to-heart talk, as they say. The boredom in the town is awful, there is not a living soul, no one to say a word to. It's hot, Holy Mother," he went on, taking off his tunic and sitting in his silk shirt. "My dear fellow, let... Long Stories - Post by : Advertiser-Pro - Date : April 2012 - Author : Anton Chekhov - Read : 1865