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
Life has gone by as if I never lived
Anyone who says the artist's field is all answers and no questions has never done any writing or had any dealings with imageryYou are confusing two concepts: answering the questions and formulating them correctly. Only the latter is required of an author.
The aim of fiction is absolute and honest truth.
A hungry dog believes in nothing but meat.
In all my life I never met anyone so frivolous as you two, so crazy and unbusinesslike. I tell you in plain Russian your property is going to be sold and you don't seem to understand what I say.
My mistress has come home; at last I've seen her. Now I'm ready to die.
If you wish women to love you be original; I know a man who used to wear felt boots summer and winter & women fell in love with him.
There isn't a Monday that would not cede its place to Tuesday.
The happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burden in silence. Without this silence, happiness would be impossible.
It is easier to ask of the poor than of the rich.
Flies purify the air, and plays - the morals.
It's immoral to steal, but you can take things.
I don't know why one can't chase two rabbits at the same time, even in the literal sense of those words. If you have the hounds, go ahead and pursue.
Useless pursuits and conversations always about the same things absorb the better part of one's time, the better part of one's strength, and in the end there is left a life grovelling and curtailed, worthless and trivial, and there is no escaping or getting away from it—just as though one were in a madhouse or prison.