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
When performing an autopsy, even the most inveterate spiritualist would have to question where the soul is.
You look at any poetic creature: muslin, ether, demigoddess, millions of delights; then you look into the soul and find the most ordinary crocodile!
Everything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts.
When one sees one of the romantic creatures before him he imagines he is looking at some holy being, so wonderful that its one breath could dissolve him in a sea of a thousand charms and delights; but if one looks into the soul -- it's nothing but a common crocodile.
For the salvation of his soul the Muslim digs a well. It would be a fine thing if each of us were to leave behind a school, or a well, or something of the sort, so that life would not pass by and retreat into eternity without a trace.
They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
The desire to serve the common good must without fail be a requisite of the soul, a necessity for personal happiness; if it issuesnot from there, but from theoretical or other considerations, it is not at all the same thing.
Not one of our mortal gauges is suitable for evaluating non-existence, for making judgments about that which is not a person.
It's not a matter of old or new forms; a person writes without thinking about any forms, he writes because it flows freely from his soul.
Any idiot can face a crisis, it is this day-to-day living that wears you out.
A writer is not a confectioner, a cosmetic dealer, or an entertainer. He is a man who has signed a contract with his conscious and his sense of duty.
Medvienko: Why do you always wear black? Masha: I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy.
Only he is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things.
It's a long time since I drank champagne.