Anton Chekhov

Anton Chekhov

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Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov The Petchenyeg

Zhmuhin went on, glancing at the ham. "How will it be with the pigs? What is to be done with them?"
"They will be like all the rest--that is, they will live in freedom."
"Ah! Yes. But allow me to say, if they were not slaughtered they would multiply, you know, and then good-bye to the kitchen-gardens and the meadows. Why, a pig, if you let it free and don't look after it, will ruin everything in a day. A pig is a pig, and it is not for nothing it is called a pig.
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Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov The Petchenyeg

If a man has something to lay hold of in life he is all right.
Zhmuhin went through the entry to the porch, and then he could be heard sighing and saying reflectively to himself: "Yes. . . . To be sure. . . . By now it was dark, and here and there stars could be seen in the sky. They had not yet lighted up indoors. Someone came into the parlour as noiselessly as a shadow and stood still near the door. It was Lyubov Osipovna, Zhmuhin's wife.
"Are you from the town?" she asked timidly, not looking at her visitor.
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Portrait of Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov The Petchenyeg

It's a sin to kill, it's a sin, there is no denying it. Sometimes one kills a hare and wounds him in the leg, and he cries like a child. . . . So it must hurt him!"
"Of course it hurts him; animals suffer just like human beings."
"That's true," Zhmuhin assented. "I understand that very well," he went on, musing, "only there is this one thing I don't understand: suppose, you know, everyone gave up eating meat, what would become of the domestic animals--fowls and geese, for instance?"
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