Anton Chekhov

Anton Chekhov

Summary

Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov The Petcheneg[2]

The sun was already rising when a horse and carriage were brought to the door. The rain had stopped, the clouds were skimming across the sky, and the rifts of blue were growing wider and wider between them. The first rays of the sun were timidly lighting up the meadows below. The attorney passed through the front entry with his portfolio under his arm, while Jmukin's wife, with red eyes, and a face even paler than it had been the evening before, stood gazing fixedly at him with the innocent look of a little girl. Her sorrowful face showed how much she envied her guest his liberty.
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Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov The Petcheneg[2]

So peace and quiet would reign upon earth. Only one thing I can't understand, you know," Jmukin continued, with a glance at the ham. "Where would all the pigs go to? What would become of them.'"
"The same thing that would become of all the other animals, they would go free."
"I see—yes. But, listen, if they were not killed, they would multiply, you know, and then it would be good-by to our meadows and vegetable gardens ! Why, if a pig is turned loose and not watched, it will ruin everything for you in a day ! A pig is a pig, and hasn't been called one for nothing!"
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Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov The Petcheneg[2]

Jmukin asked.
"No, thank you, I don't eat ham," answered his guest. "I don't eat meat of any kind."
"Why not?"
"I'm a vegetarian. It's against my principles to kill animals."
Jmukin was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, with a sigh:
"I see—yes. I saw a man in town who didn't eat meat either. It is a new religion people have. And why shouldn't they have it ? It's a good thing. One can't always be killing and shooting; one must take a rest sometimes and let the animals have a little peace. Of course it's a sin to kill, there's no doubt about that.
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