Note-Book of Anton Chekhov Part 23

He was a prompter, but got disgusted and gave it up; for about fifteen years he did not go to the theatre; then he went and saw a play, cried with emotion, felt sad, and, when his wife asked him on his return how he liked the theatre, he answered: "I do not like it."

The parlormaid Nadya fell in love with an exterminator of bugs and black beetles.

A Councillor of State; it came out after his death that, in order to earn a rouble, he was employed at the theatre to bark like a dog; he was poor.

You must have decent, well-dressed children, and your children too must have a nice house and children, and their children again children and nice houses; and what is it all for?--The devil knows.

Perkaturin.

Every day he forces himself to vomit--for the sake of his health, on the advice of a friend.

A Government official began to live an original life; a very tall chimney on his house, green trousers, blue waistcoat, a dyed dog, dinner at midnight; after a week he gave it up.

Success has already given that man a lick with its tongue.

In the bill presented by the hotel-keeper: was among other things: "Bugs--fifteen kopecks." Explanation.

"N. has fallen into poverty."--"What? I can't hear."--"I say N. has fallen into poverty."--"What exactly do you say? I can't make out.

What N.?"--"The N. who married Z."--"Well, what of it?"--"I say we ought to help him."--"Eh? What him? Why help? What do you mean?"--and so on.

How pleasant to sit at home, when the rain is drumming on the roof, and to feel that there are no heavy dull guests coming to one's house.

N. always even after five gla.s.ses of wine, takes valerian drops.

He lives with a parlormaid who respectfully calls him Your Honor.

I rented a country house for the summer; the owner, a very fat old lady, lived in the lodge, I in the great house; her husband was dead and so were all her children, she was left alone, very fat, the estate sold for debt, her furniture old and in good taste; all day long she reads letters which her husband and son had written to her. Yet she is an optimist. When some one fell ill in my house, she smiled and said again and again: "My dear, G.o.d will help."

N. and Z. are school friends, each seventeen or eighteen years old; and suddenly N. learns that Z. is with child by N.'s father.

The priezt came ... zaint ... praize to thee, O Lord.

What empty words these discussions about the rights of women! If a dog writes a work of talent, they will even accept the dog.

Haemorrhage: "It's an abscess that's just burst inside you ... it's all right, have some more vodka."

The intelligentsia are good for nothing, because they drink a lot of tea, talk a lot in stuffy rooms, with empty bottles.

When she was young, she ran away with a doctor, a Jew, and had a daughter by him; now she hates her past, hates the red-haired daughter, and the father still loves her as well as the daughter, and walks under her window, chubby and handsome.

He picked his teeth and put the toothpick back into the gla.s.s.

The husband and wife could not sleep; they began to discuss how bad literature had become and how nice it would be to publish a magazine: the idea carried them away; they lay awake silent for awhile. "Shall we ask Boborykin to write?" he asked. "Certainly, do ask him." At five in the morning he starts for his work at the depot; she sees him off walking in the snow to the gate, shuts the gate after him.... "And shall we ask Potapenko?" he asks, already outside the gate.

When he learnt that his father had been raised to the n.o.bility he began to sign himself Alexis.

Teacher: "'The collision of a train with human victims' ... that is wrong ... it ought to be 'the collision of a train that resulted in human victims' ... for the cause of the people on the line."

t.i.tle of play: Golden Rain.