Anton Chekhov
Anton Chekhov
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov was a Russian playwright and short story writer who is considered to be among the greatest writers of short fiction in history. His career as a playwright produced four classics and his best short stories are held in high esteem by writers and critics. Along with Henrik Ibsen and August Strindberg, Chekhov is often referred to as one of the three seminal figures in the birth of early modernism in the theatre. Chekhov practiced as a medical...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth29 January 1860
CityTaganrog, Russia
CountryRussian Federation
It is a poor thing for the writer to take on that which he doesn't understand.
Women writers should write a lot if they want to write. Take the English women, for example. What amazing workers.
Despite your best efforts, you could not invent a better police force for literature than criticism and the author's own conscience.
I promise to be an excellent husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, will not appear every day in my sky.
It's very hard, feeling that you're no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.
When a person expends the least amount of motion on one action, that is grace.
There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you're angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you're asked.
They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
Narrative prose is a legal wife, while drama is a posturing, boisterous, cheeky and wearisome mistress.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
Write, write, write-till your fingers break.
There is nothing new in art except talent.
Formerly, when I would feel a desire to understand someone, or myself, I would take into consideration not actions, in which everything is relative, but wishes. Tell me what you want and I'll tell you who you are.
What truth? You see where truth is, and where untruth is, but I seem to have lost my sight and see nothing. You boldly settle all important questions, but tell me, dear, isn't it because you're young, because you haven't had time to suffer till you settled a single one of your questions? You boldly look forward, isn't it because you cannot foresee or expect anything terrible, because so far life has been hidden from your young eyes? You are bolder, more honest, deeper than we are, but think only, be just a little magnanimous, and have mercy on me.