Anton Chekhov

Anton Chekhov

Summary

Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov Out of Sorts

Pratchkin went on, pursuing the train of his thoughts. "If he had been stuck for a dozen roubles he wouldn't have been so triumphant! What is he so triumphant about? Let him pay his debts on time ! Eight roubles—what a trifle ! That's not eight thousand roubles. One can always win eight roubles back again."
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Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov Out of Sorts

The amount was a trifle, but the demons of greed and avarice were whispering in his ear the accusation that he was a spendthrift.
"Eight roubles—a mere nothing!" cried Pratchkin, trying to drown the voices of the demons. "People often lose more than that without minding it at all. Besides, money is made to spend. One trip to the factory, one visit to Piloff's tavern, and eight roubles would have been but a drop in a bucket ! "
"It is winter; horse and peasant—" monotonously murmured Pratchkin's son Vania, in the next room.
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Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov Out of Sorts

If the boy was running he must have been overeating himself and been naughty. Parents never will put their children to work. Instead of playing, that boy ought to have been splitting kindling, or reading the Bible—and I hadn't the sense to come away !
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