Anton Chekhov,
In the Graveyard
(1884)
“ By his art he lured me from the parental home, he enticed me with the excitements of an actor's life, promised me all sorts of things—and brought tears and sorrow. . . . An actor's lot is a bitter one! ”
Anton Chekhov,
In the Graveyard
(1884)
“ forgotten friend Mushkin . . ." we read.Time had erased the never, and corrected the falsehood of man. ”
Anton Chekhov,
In the Graveyard
(1884)
“ His digestion worked well . . . . life was all right, wasn't it? One would have thought he had no reason to die, but alas! fate had its eye on him. . . . The poor fellow fell a victim to his habits of observation. On one occasion, when he was listening at a keyhole, he got such a bang on the head from the door that he sustained concussion of the brain (he had a brain) , and died. And here, under this tombstone, lies a man who from his cradle detested verses and epigrams. ”
