Part 1
# Project Gutenberg Compilation of Short Stories by Chekhov ### By Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich
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A HAPPY ENDING
THE LOOKING-GLASS
OLD AGE
DARKNESS
THE BEGGAR
A STORY WITHOUT A TITLE
IN TROUBLE
FROST
A SLANDER
MINDS IN FERMENT
GONE ASTRAY
AN AVENGER
THE JEUNE PREMIER
A DEFENCELESS CREATURE
AN ENIGMATIC NATURE
A HAPPY MAN
A TROUBLESOME VISITOR
AN ACTOR'S END The Schoolmaster and Other Stories
THE SCHOOLMASTER
ENEMIES
THE EXAMINING MAGISTRATE
BETROTHED
FROM THE DIARY OF A VIOLENT-TEMPERED MAN
IN THE DARK
A PLAY
A MYSTERY
STRONG IMPRESSIONS
DRUNK
THE MARSHAL'S WIDOW
A BAD BUSINESS
IN THE COURT
BOOTS
JOY
LADIES
A PECULIAR MAN
AT THE BARBER'S
AN INADVERTENCE
THE ALBUM
OH! THE PUBLIC
A TRIPPING TONGUE
OVERDOING IT
THE ORATOR
MALINGERERS
IN THE GRAVEYARD
HUSH!
IN AN HOTEL
IN A STRANGE LAND
THE PARTY
TERROR
A WOMAN'S KINGDOM
A PROBLEM
THE KISS
'ANNA ON THE NECK'
THE TEACHER OF LITERATURE
NOT WANTED
TYPHUS
A MISFORTUNE
A TRIFLE FROM LIFE
THE COOK'S WEDDING
SLEEPY
CHILDREN
THE RUNAWAY
GRISHA
OYSTERS
HOME
A CLASSICAL STUDENT
VANKA
AN INCIDENT
A DAY IN THE COUNTRY
BOYS
SHROVE TUESDAY
THE OLD HOUSE
IN PASSION WEEK
WHITEBROW
KASHTANKA
A CHAMELEON
THE DEPENDENTS
WHO WAS TO BLAME?
THE BIRD MARKET
AN ADVENTURE
THE FISH
ART
THE SWEDISH MATCH
THE BISHOP
THE LETTER
EASTER EVE
A NIGHTMARE
THE MURDER
UPROOTED
THE STEPPE
INTRODUCTION
THE QUEEN OF SPADES
THE CLOAK
THE DISTRICT DOCTOR
THE CHRISTMAS TREE AND THE WEDDING
GOD SEES THE TRUTH, BUT WAITS
HOW A MUZHIK FED TWO OFFICIALS
THE SHADES, A PHANTASY
THE SIGNAL
THE DARLING
THE BET
VANKA
HIDE AND SEEK
DETHRONED
THE SERVANT
ONE AUTUMN NIGHT
HER LOVER
LAZARUS
THE REVOLUTIONIST
THE OUTRAGE--A TRUE STORY
THE DUEL
EXCELLENT PEOPLE
MIRE
NEIGHBOURS
AT HOME
EXPENSIVE LESSONS
THE PRINCESS
THE CHEMIST'S WIFE
THE SCHOOLMISTRESS
A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
MISERY
CHAMPAGNE
AFTER THE THEATRE
A LADY'S STORY
IN EXILE
THE CATTLE-DEALERS
SORROW
ON OFFICIAL DUTY
THE FIRST-CLASS PASSENGER
A TRAGIC ACTOR
A TRANSGRESSION
SMALL FRY
THE REQUIEM
IN THE COACH-HOUSE
PANIC FEARS
THE BET
THE HEAD-GARDENER'S STORY
THE BEAUTIES
THE SHOEMAKER AND THE DEVIL
THE WIFE
DIFFICULT PEOPLE
THE GRASSHOPPER
A DREARY STORY
THE PRIVY COUNCILLOR
THE MAN IN A CASE
GOOSEBERRIES
ABOUT LOVE
THE LOTTERY TICKET
THE WITCH
PEASANT WIVES
THE POST
THE NEW VILLA
DREAMS
THE PIPE
AGAFYA
AT CHRISTMAS TIME
GUSEV
THE STUDENT
IN THE RAVINE
THE HUNTSMAN
HAPPINESS
A MALEFACTOR
PEASANTS
THE CHORUS GIRL
VEROTCHKA
MY LIFE
AT A COUNTRY HOUSE
A FATHER
ON THE ROAD
ROTHSCHILD'S FIDDLE
IVAN MATVEYITCH
ZINOTCHKA
BAD WEATHER
A GENTLEMAN FRIEND
A TRIVIAL INCIDENT
LOVE
LIGHTS
A STORY WITHOUT AN END
MARI D'ELLE
A LIVING CHATTEL
THE DOCTOR
TOO EARLY!
THE COSSACK
ABORIGINES
AN INQUIRY
MARTYRS
THE LION AND THE SUN
A DAUGHTER OF ALBION
CHORISTERS
NERVES
A WORK OF ART
A JOKE
A COUNTRY COTTAGE
A BLUNDER
FAT AND THIN
THE DEATH OF A GOVERNMENT CLERK
A PINK STOCKING
AT A SUMMER VILLA
THE HOUSE WITH THE MEZZANINE
TYPHUS
GOOSEBERRIES
IN EXILE
THE LADY WITH THE TOY DOG
GOUSSIEV
MY LIFE
THE BET
A TEDIOUS STORY
THE FIT
MISFORTUNE
AFTER THE THEATRE
THAT WRETCHED BOY
ENEMIES
A TRIFLING OCCURRENCE
A GENTLEMAN FRIEND
OVERWHELMING SENSATIONS
EXPENSIVE LESSONS
A LIVING CALENDAR
OLD AGE
THE DARLING
ARIADNE
POLINKA
ANYUTA
THE TWO VOLODYAS
THE TROUSSEAU
THE HELPMATE
TALENT
AN ARTIST'S STORY
THREE YEARS
IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER
[ A ]
ABORIGINES
ABOUT LOVE
ACTOR'S END
ADVENTURE
AFTER THE THEATRE
AFTER THE THEATRE
AGAFYA
ALBUM
ANNA ON THE NECK
ANYUTA
ARIADNE
ART
ARTIST'S STORY
AUTUMN NIGHT
AVENGER [ B ]
BAD BUSINESS
BAD WEATHER
BARBER'S
BEAUTIES
BEGGAR
BET
BET
BET
BETROTHED
BIRD MARKET
BISHOP
BLUNDER
BOOTS
BOYS [ C ]
CATTLE-DEALERS
CHAMELEON
CHAMPAGNE
CHEMIST'S WIFE
CHILDREN
CHORISTERS
CHRISTMAS TIME
CHRISTMAS TREE AND THE WEDDING
CLASSICAL STUDENT
CLOAK
COACH-HOUSE
COOK'S WEDDING
COSSACK
COUNTRY COTTAGE
COUNTRY HOUSE
COURT [ D ]
DARK
DARKNESS
DARLING
DARLING
DAUGHTER OF ALBION
DAY IN THE COUNTRY
DEAD BODY
DEATH OF A GOVERNMENT CLERK
DEFENCELESS CREATURE
DEPENDENTS
DETHRONED
DIARY OF A VIOLENT-TEMPERED MAN
DIFFICULT PEOPLE
DISTRICT DOCTOR
DOCTOR
DREAMS
DREARY STORY
DRUNK
DUEL [ E ]
EARLY!
EASTER EVE
ENEMIES
ENEMIES
ENIGMATIC NATURE
EXAMINING MAGISTRATE
EXCELLENT PEOPLE
EXILE
EXILE
EXPENSIVE LESSONS
EXPENSIVE LESSONS [ F ]
FAT AND THIN
FATHER
FIRST-CLASS PASSENGER
FISH
FROST [ G ]
GENTLEMAN FRIEND
GENTLEMAN FRIEND
GOD SEES THE TRUTH, BUT WAITS
GONE ASTRAY
GOOSEBERRIES
GOOSEBERRIES
GOUSSIEV
GRASSHOPPER
GRAVEYARD
GRISHA
GUSEV [ H ]
HAPPINESS
HAPPY ENDING
HAPPY MAN
HEAD-GARDENER'S STORY
HELPMATE
HER LOVER
HIDE AND SEEK
HOME
HOME
HORSE-STEALERS
HOTEL
HOUSE WITH THE MEZZANINE
HUNTSMAN
HUSH! [ I ]
INADVERTENCE
INCIDENT
INQUIRY
IVAN MATVEYITCH [ J ]
JEUNE PREMIER
JOKE
JOY [ K ]
KASHTANKA
KISS [ L ]
LADIES
LADY WITH THE TOY DOG
LADY'S STORY
LAZARUS
LETTER
LIGHTS
LION AND THE SUN
LIVING CALENDAR
LIVING CHATTEL
LOOKING-GLASS
LOTTERY TICKET
LOVE [ M ]
MALEFACTOR
MALINGERERS
MAN IN A CASE
MARI D'ELLE
MARSHAL'S WIDOW
MARTYRS
MINDS IN FERMENT
MIRE
MISERY
MISFORTUNE
MISFORTUNE
MURDER
MUZHIK FED TWO OFFICIALS
MY LIFE
MY LIFE
MYSTERY [ N ]
NEIGHBOURS
NERVES
NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
NEW VILLA
NIGHTMARE
NOT WANTED [ O ]
OFFICIAL DUTY
OLD AGE
OLD AGE
OLD HOUSE
ON THE ROAD
OUTRAGE--A TRUE STORY
OVERDOING IT
OVERWHELMING SENSATIONS
OYSTERS [ P ]
PANIC FEARS
PARTY
PASSION WEEK
PEASANT WIVES
PEASANTS
PECULIAR MAN
PETCHENYEG
PINK STOCKING
PIPE
PLAY
POLINKA
POST
PRINCESS
PRIVY COUNCILLOR
PROBLEM
PUBLIC [ Q ]
QUEEN OF SPADES [ R ]
RAVINE
REQUIEM
REVOLUTIONIST
ROTHSCHILD'S FIDDLE
RUNAWAY [ S ]
SCHOOLMASTER
SCHOOLMISTRESS
SERVANT
SHADES, A PHANTASY
SHOEMAKER AND THE DEVIL
SHROVE TUESDAY
SIGNAL
SLANDER
SLEEPY
SMALL FRY
SORROW
STEPPE
STORY WITHOUT A TITLE
STORY WITHOUT AN END
STRANGE LAND
STRONG IMPRESSIONS
STUDENT
SUMMER VILLA
SWEDISH MATCH [ T ]
TALENT
TEACHER OF LITERATURE
TEDIOUS STORY
TERROR
THAT WRETCHED BOY
THE CHORUS GIRL
THE FIT
THE ORATOR
THREE YEARS
TRAGIC ACTOR
TRANSGRESSION
TRIFLE FROM LIFE
TRIFLING OCCURRENCE
TRIPPING TONGUE
TRIVIAL INCIDENT
TROUBLE
TROUBLESOME VISITOR
TROUSSEAU
TWO VOLODYAS
TYPHUS
TYPHUS [ U ]
UPROOTED [ V ]
VANKA
VANKA
VEROTCHKA [ W ]
WARD NO. 6
WHITEBROW
WHO WAS TO BLAME?
WIFE
WITCH
WOMAN'S KINGDOM
WORK OF ART [ Z ]
ZINOTCHKA
THE HORSE-STEALERS
A HOSPITAL assistant, called Yergunov, an empty-headed fellow, known throughout the district as a great braggart and drunkard, was returning one evening in Christmas week from the hamlet of Ryepino, where he had been to make some purchases for the hospital. That he might get home in good time and not be late, the doctor had lent him his very best horse.
At first it had been a still day, but at eight o'clock a violent snow- storm came on, and when he was only about four miles from home Yergunov completely lost his way.
He did not know how to drive, he did not know the road, and he drove on at random, hoping that the horse would find the way of itself. Two hours passed; the horse was exhausted, he himself was chilled, and already began to fancy that he was not going home, but back towards Ryepino. But at last above the uproar of the storm he heard the far-away barking of a dog, and a murky red blur came into sight ahead of him: little by little, the outlines of a high gate could be discerned, then a long fence on which there were nails with their points uppermost, and beyond the fence there stood the slanting crane of a well. The wind drove away the mist of snow from before the eyes, and where there had been a red blur, there sprang up a small, squat little house with a steep thatched roof. Of the three little windows one, covered on the inside with something red, was lighted up.
What sort of place was it? Yergunov remembered that to the right of the road, three and a half or four miles from the hospital, there was Andrey Tchirikov's tavern. He remembered, too, that this Tchirikov, who had been lately killed by some sledge-drivers, had left a wife and a daughter called Lyubka, who had come to the hospital two years before as a patient. The inn had a bad reputation, and to visit it late in the evening, and especially with someone else's horse, was not free from risk. But there was no help for it. Yergunov fumbled in his knapsack for his revolver, and, coughing sternly, tapped at the window-frame with his whip.
"Hey! who is within?" he cried. "Hey, granny! let me come in and get warm!"
With a hoarse bark a black dog rolled like a ball under the horse's feet, then another white one, then another black one--there must have been a dozen of them. Yergunov looked to see which was the biggest, swung his whip and lashed at it with all his might. A small, long-legged puppy turned its sharp muzzle upwards and set up a shrill, piercing howl.
Yergunov stood for a long while at the window, tapping. But at last the hoar-frost on the trees near the house glowed red, and a muffled female figure appeared with a lantern in her hands.
"Let me in to get warm, granny," said Yergunov. "I was driving to the hospital, and I have lost my way. It's such weather, God preserve us. Don't be afraid; we are your own people, granny."
"All my own people are at home, and we didn't invite strangers," said the figure grimly. "And what are you knocking for? The gate is not locked."
Yergunov drove into the yard and stopped at the steps.
"Bid your labourer take my horse out, granny," said he.
"I am not granny."
And indeed she was not a granny. While she was putting out the lantern the light fell on her face, and Yergunov saw black eyebrows, and recognized Lyubka.
"There are no labourers about now," she said as she went into the house. "Some are drunk and asleep, and some have been gone to Ryepino since the morning. It's a holiday. . . ."
As he fastened his horse up in the shed, Yergunov heard a neigh, and distinguished in the darkness another horse, and felt on it a Cossack saddle. So there must be someone else in the house besides the woman and her daughter. For greater security Yergunov unsaddled his horse, and when he went into the house, took with him both his purchases and his saddle.
The first room into which he went was large and very hot, and smelt of freshly washed floors. A short, lean peasant of about forty, with a small, fair beard, wearing a dark blue shirt, was sitting at the table under the holy images. It was Kalashnikov, an arrant scoundrel and horse-stealer, whose father and uncle kept a tavern in Bogalyovka, and disposed of the stolen horses where they could. He too had been to the hospital more than once, not for medical treatment, but to see the doctor about horses--to ask whether he had not one for sale, and whether his honour would not like to swop his bay mare for a dun-coloured gelding. Now his head was pomaded and a silver ear-ring glittered in his ear, and altogether he had a holiday air. Frowning and dropping his lower lip, he was looking intently at a big dog's-eared picture-book. Another peasant lay stretched on the floor near the stove; his head, his shoulders, and his chest were covered with a sheepskin--he was probably asleep; beside his new boots, with shining bits of metal on the heels, there were two dark pools of melted snow.
Seeing the hospital assistant, Kalashnikov greeted him.
"Yes, it is weather," said Yergunov, rubbing his chilled knees with his open hands. "The snow is up to one's neck; I am soaked to the skin, I can tell you. And I believe my revolver is, too. . . ."
He took out his revolver, looked it all over, and put it back in his knapsack. But the revolver made no impression at all; the peasant went on looking at the book.
"Yes, it is weather. . . . I lost my way, and if it had not been for the dogs here, I do believe it would have been my death. There would have been a nice to-do. And where are the women?"
"The old woman has gone to Ryepino, and the girl is getting supper ready . . ." answered Kalashnikov.
Silence followed. Yergunov, shivering and gasping, breathed on his hands, huddled up, and made a show of being very cold and exhausted. The still angry dogs could be heard howling outside. It was dreary.
"You come from Bogalyovka, don't you?" he asked the peasant sternly.
"Yes, from Bogalyovka."
And to while away the time Yergunov began to think about Bogalyovka. It was a big village and it lay in a deep ravine, so that when one drove along the highroad on a moonlight night, and looked down into the dark ravine and then up at the sky, it seemed as though the moon were hanging over a bottomless abyss and it were the end of the world. The path going down was steep, winding, and so narrow that when one drove down to Bogalyovka on account of some epidemic or to vaccinate the people, one had to shout at the top of one's voice, or whistle all the way, for if one met a cart coming up one could not pass. The peasants of Bogalyovka had the reputation of being good gardeners and horse-stealers. They had well-stocked gardens. In spring the whole village was buried in white cherry-blossom, and in the summer they sold cherries at three kopecks a pail. One could pay three kopecks and pick as one liked. Their women were handsome and looked well fed, they were fond of finery, and never did anything even on working-days, but spent all their time sitting on the ledge in front of their houses and searching in each other's heads.
But at last there was the sound of footsteps. Lyubka, a girl of twenty, with bare feet and a red dress, came into the room. . . . She looked sideways at Yergunov and walked twice from one end of the room to the other. She did not move simply, but with tiny steps, thrusting forward her bosom; evidently she enjoyed padding about with her bare feet on the freshly washed floor, and had taken off her shoes on purpose.
Kalashnikov laughed at something and beckoned her with his finger. She went up to the table, and he showed her a picture of the Prophet Elijah, who, driving three horses abreast, was dashing up to the sky. Lyubka put her elbow on the table; her plait fell across her shoulder--a long chestnut plait tied with red ribbon at the end--and it almost touched the floor. She, too, smiled.
"A splendid, wonderful picture," said Kalashnikov. "Wonderful," he repeated, and motioned with his hand as though he wanted to take the reins instead of Elijah.
The wind howled in the stove; something growled and squeaked as though a big dog had strangled a rat.
"Ugh! the unclean spirits are abroad!" said Lyubka.
"That's the wind," said Kalashnikov; and after a pause he raised his eyes to Yergunov and asked:
"And what is your learned opinion, Osip Vassilyitch--are there devils in this world or not?"
"What's one to say, brother?" said Yergunov, and he shrugged one shoulder. "If one reasons from science, of course there are no devils, for it's a superstition; but if one looks at it simply, as you and I do now, there are devils, to put it shortly. . . . I have seen a great deal in my life. . . . When I finished my studies I served as medical assistant in the army in a regiment of the dragoons, and I have been in the war, of course. I have a medal and a decoration from the Red Cross, but after the treaty of San Stefano I returned to Russia and went into the service of the Zemstvo. And in consequence of my enormous circulation about the world, I may say I have seen more than many another has dreamed of. It has happened to me to see devils, too; that is, not devils with horns and a tail--that is all nonsense--but just, to speak precisely, something of the sort."
"Where?" asked Kalashnikov.
"In various places. There is no need to go far. Last year I met him here--speak of him not at night--near this very inn. I was driving, I remember, to Golyshino; I was going there to vaccinate. Of course, as usual, I had the racing droshky and a horse, and all the necessary paraphernalia, and, what's more, I had a watch and all the rest of it, so I was on my guard as I drove along, for fear of some mischance. There are lots of tramps of all sorts. I came up to the Zmeinoy Ravine--damnation take it--and was just going down it, when all at once somebody comes up to me--such a fellow! Black hair, black eyes, and his whole face looked smutted with soot . . . . He comes straight up to the horse and takes hold of the left rein: 'Stop!' He looked at the horse, then at me, then dropped the reins, and without saying a bad word, 'Where are you going?' says he. And he showed his teeth in a grin, and his eyes were spiteful-looking.
"'Ah,' thought I, 'you are a queer customer!' 'I am going to vaccinate for the smallpox,' said I. 'And what is that to you?' 'Well, if that's so,' says he, 'vaccinate me. He bared his arm and thrust it under my nose. Of course, I did not bandy words with him; I just vaccinated him to get rid of him. Afterwards I looked at my lancet and it had gone rusty."
The peasant who was asleep near the stove suddenly turned over and flung off the sheepskin; to his great surprise, Yergunov recognized the stranger he had met that day at Zmeinoy Ravine. This peasant's hair, beard, and eyes were black as soot; his face was swarthy; and, to add to the effect, there was a black spot the size of a lentil on his right cheek. He looked mockingly at the hospital assistant and said:
"I did take hold of the left rein--that was so; but about the smallpox you are lying, sir. And there was not a word said about the smallpox between us."
Yergunov was disconcerted.
"I'm not talking about you," he said. "Lie down, since you are lying down."
The dark-skinned peasant had never been to the hospital, and Yergunov did not know who he was or where he came from; and now, looking at him, he made up his mind that the man must be a gypsy. The peasant got up and, stretching and yawning loudly, went up to Lyubka and Kalashnikov, and sat down beside them, and he, too, began looking at the book. His sleepy face softened and a look of envy came into it.
"Look, Merik," Lyubka said to him; "get me such horses and I will drive to heaven."
"Sinners can't drive to heaven," said Kalashnikov. "That's for holiness."
Then Lyubka laid the table and brought in a big piece of fat bacon, salted cucumbers, a wooden platter of boiled meat cut up into little pieces, then a frying-pan, in which there were sausages and cabbage spluttering. A cut-glass decanter of vodka, which diffused a smell of orange-peel all over the room when it was poured out, was put on the table also.
Yergunov was annoyed that Kalashnikov and the dark fellow Merik talked together and took no notice of him at all, behaving exactly as though he were not in the room. And he wanted to talk to them, to brag, to drink, to have a good meal, and if possible to have a little fun with Lyubka, who sat down near him half a dozen times while they were at supper, and, as though by accident, brushed against him with her handsome shoulders and passed her hands over her broad hips. She was a healthy, active girl, always laughing and never still: she would sit down, then get up, and when she was sitting down she would keep turning first her face and then her back to her neighbour, like a fidgety child, and never failed to brush against him with her elbows or her knees.
And he was displeased, too, that the peasants drank only a glass each and no more, and it was awkward for him to drink alone. But he could not refrain from taking a second glass, all the same, then a third, and he ate all the sausage. He brought himself to flatter the peasants, that they might accept him as one of the party instead of holding him at arm's length.
"You are a fine set of fellows in Bogalyovka!" he said, and wagged his head.
"In what way fine fellows?" enquired Kalashnikov.
"Why, about horses, for instance. Fine fellows at stealing!"
"H'm! fine fellows, you call them. Nothing but thieves and drunkards."
"They have had their day, but it is over," said Merik, after a pause. "But now they have only Filya left, and he is blind."
"Yes, there is no one but Filya," said Kalashnikov, with a sigh. "Reckon it up, he must be seventy; the German settlers knocked out one of his eyes, and he does not see well with the other. It is cataract. In old days the police officer would shout as soon as he saw him: 'Hey, you Shamil!' and all the peasants called him that--he was Shamil all over the place; and now his only name is One-eyed Filya. But he was a fine fellow! Lyuba's father, Andrey Grigoritch, and he stole one night into Rozhnovo--there were cavalry regiments stationed there--and carried off nine of the soldiers' horses, the very best of them. They weren't frightened of the sentry, and in the morning they sold all the horses for twenty roubles to the gypsy Afonka. Yes! But nowadays a man contrives to carry off a horse whose rider is drunk or asleep, and has no fear of God, but will take the very boots from a drunkard, and then slinks off and goes away a hundred and fifty miles with a horse, and haggles at the market, haggles like a Jew, till the policeman catches him, the fool. There is no fun in it; it is simply a disgrace! A paltry set of people, I must say."
"What about Merik?" asked Lyubka.
"Merik is not one of us," said Kalashnikov. "He is a Harkov man from Mizhiritch. But that he is a bold fellow, that's the truth; there's no gainsaying that he is a fine fellow."
Lyubka looked slily and gleefully at Merik, and said:
"It wasn't for nothing they dipped him in a hole in the ice."
"How was that?" asked Yergunov.