Note-Book of Anton Chekhov Part 8

Russia is a n.o.body's country!

Z. who is always saying ba.n.a.l things: "With the agility of a bear,"

"on one's favorite corn."

A savings bank: the clerk, a very nice man, looks down on the bank, considers it useless--and yet goes on working there.

A radical lady, who crosses herself at night, is secretly full of prejudice and superst.i.tion, hears that in order to be happy one should boil a black cat by night. She steals a cat and tries to boil it.

A publisher's twenty-fifth anniversary. Tears, a speech: "I offer ten roubles to the literary fund, the interest to be paid to the poorest writer, but on condition that a special committee is appointed to work out the rules according to which the distribution shall be made."

He wore a blouse and despised those who wore frock coats. A stew of trousers.

The ice cream is made of milk in which, as it were, the patients bathed.

It was a grand forest of timber, but a Government Conservator was appointed, and in two years time there was no more timber; the caterpillar pest.

X.: "Choleraic disorder in my stomach started with the cider."

Of some writers each work taken separately is brilliant, but taken as a whole they are indefinite; of others each particular work represents nothing outstanding; but, for all that, taken as a whole they are distinct and brilliant.

N. rings at the door of an actress; he is nervous, his heart beats, at the critical moment he gets into a panic and runs away; the maid opens the door and sees n.o.body. He returns, rings again--but has not the courage to go in. In the end the porter comes out and gives him a thras.h.i.+ng.

A gentle quiet schoolmistress secretly beats her pupils, because she believes in the good of corporal punishment.

N.: "Not only the dog, but even the horses howled."

N. marries. His mother and sister see a great many faults in his wife; they are distressed, and only after four or five years realize that she is just like themselves.

The wife cried. The husband took her by the shoulders and shook her, and she stopped crying.

After his marriage everything--politics, literature, society--did not seem to him as interesting as they had before; but now every trifle concerning his wife and child became a most important matter.

"Why are thy songs so short?" a bird was once asked. "Is it because thou art short of breath?"

"I have very many songs and I should like to sing them all."

(A. Daudet.)

The dog hates the teacher; they tell it not to bark at him; it looks, does not bark, only whimpers with rage.

Faith is a spiritual faculty; animals have not got it; savages and uncivilized people have merely fear and doubt. Only highly developed natures can have faith.

Death is terrible, but still more terrible is the feeling that you might live for ever and never die.

The public really loves in art that which is ba.n.a.l and long familiar, that to which they have grown accustomed.

A progressive, educated, young, but stingy school guardian inspects the school every day, makes long speeches there, but does not spend a penny on it: the school is falling to pieces, but he considers himself useful and necessary. The teacher hates him, but he does not notice it. The harm is great. Once the teacher, unable to stand it any longer, facing him with anger and disgust, bursts out swearing at him.

_Teacher_: "Poushkin's centenary should not be celebrated; he did nothing for the church."

Miss Guitarov (actress).