Chekhov hoped to use the results of his research for his doctoral dissertation. After all, why shouldn't you be an actress again if it is your vocation? She has taken a flat of five rooms, and has installed herself fairly comfortably and in the taste of the day. There is a dull pain in my cheek, the tic beginning. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! In that case have up another little bottle. According to him, some varieties of patience require great concentration and attention, yet while he lays out the cards he does not leave off distracting his attention with talk. .
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. There is no one for him to make friends with nowadays; but if we turn to the past, the long list of his famous friends winds up with such names as Pirogov, Kavelin, and the poet Nekrasov, all of whom bestowed upon him a warm and sincere affection. Of course, he has no settled position, but that can't be helped. He is glad and at the same time he is ashamed of his gladness, ashamed of his habit of spending every evening with Katya. But that is not right. I hid my head under the pillow, closed my eyes, and waited and waited. It is just as though I were frightened; it is not timidity, though, but something different which I can neither describe nor find a name for.
When in an evil day a rector or dean, for instance, retires, I hear him in conversation with the young porters mention the candidates for the post, explain that such a one would not be confirmed by the minister, that another would himself refuse to accept it, then drop into fantastic details concerning mysterious papers received in the office, secret conversations alleged to have taken place between the minister and the trustee, and so on. I boldly opened my eyes, and saw my wife. If, with your abilities, you cannot succeed in passing the examination, it's evident that you have neither the desire nor the vocation for a doctor's calling. As it would be useless to contend against my present mood and, indeed, beyond my power, I have made up my mind that the last days of my life shall at least be irreproachable externally. She only worries about poverty and bargains. I am not a musician, and possibly I am mistaken in regard to Mr.
L'Engle herself was certainly aware of old warhorse's literary provenance as. Katya was of an entirely different opinion. He believed it, and there was positively an expression of respect on his face, as though to say, 'See what we fellows can do! I would not accept her watch nor her bracelets, nor the sacrifice of her lessons — God forbid! But this entertainment is too costly to be frequently enjoyed. My breathing came more and more rapidly, my body was shivering, all my inside was in commotion; I had a sensation on my face and on my bald head as though they were covered with spiders' webs. And however much I might think, and however far my thoughts might travel, it is clear to me that there is nothing vital, nothing of great importance in my desires.
Before half an hour is over I am conscious of an overwhelming weakness in my legs and my shoulders. We hear them playing on the piano, trying their voices and laughing; in the dining-room Yegor is laying the table, with the clatter of crockery. Either because I find her sympathetic or because I was used to her frequent visits when she was a little girl, her presence does not prevent me from concentrating my attention. I'll pay you out;' so I just gave them those four pages too. And at that moment my position seems to me so awful that I want all my listeners to be horrified, to leap up from their seats and to rush in panic terror, with desperate screams, to the exit. It was still some time before dawn. I make him sit down in an easy-chair, and he makes me sit down; as we do so, we cautiously pat each other on the back, touch each other's buttons, and it looks as though we were feeling each other and afraid of scorching our fingers.
If one wants to know in what year some one read his thesis, entered the service, retired, or died, then summon to your assistance the vast memory of that soldier, and he will not only tell you the year, the month and the day, but will furnish you also with the details that accompanied this or that event. Yevgenia Morozova, Chekhov's mother, was the daughter of a cloth merchant. Another point: I find it easier to write German or English than to write Russian. You know the professors there; they will help you. Accusations of irrationality, of evil intentions, and, indeed, of every sort of crime, form an habitual ornament of serious articles. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraithlike shadows that raced along the ground. But the gate in the fence creaked, some one stole in and, breaking a twig from one of those scraggy trees, cautiously tapped on the window with it.
At the table in my study, bending low over some book or preparation, sits Pyotr Ignatyevitch, my demonstrator, a modest and industrious but by no means clever man of five-and-thirty, already bald and corpulent; he works from morning to night, reads a lot, remembers well everything he has read — and in that way he is not a man, but pure gold; in all else he is a carthorse or, in other words, a learned dullard. In Russia it is known to every educated man, and abroad it is mentioned in the lecture-room with the addition honoured and distinguished. It interested her to know what I was reading, what I did at the University, whether I was not afraid of the dead bodies, what I did with my salary. It is false: indifference is the paralysis of the soul; it is premature death. I detain him for five minutes, and put several questions to him about Gnekker, on whose account I have come here. My breathing came more and more rapidly, my body was shivering, all my inside was in commotion; I had a sensation on my face and on my bald head as though they were covered with spiders' webs. Of course, it would be more patriotic to read Russian authors, but I must confess I cherish no particular liking for them.
They gladly become ward-surgeons, assistants, demonstrators, external teachers, and are ready to fill such posts until they are forty, though independence, a sense of freedom and personal initiative, are no less necessary in science than, for instance, in art or commerce. I have never poked my nose into literature or politics; I have never sought popularity in polemics with the ignorant; I have never made speeches either at public dinners or at the funerals of my friends. She volunteers to sell her personal items to raise money, which bothers her father even more. He is over sixty years old. بيشتر از هرچى غم انگيزى زندگى زنهاى كتاب توجه آدم رو جلب مى كنه و اين محتوم بودن سرنوشت ها، آدم رو اذيت مى كنه.
At ten o'clock I fall asleep, and in spite of the tic I sleep soundly, and should have gone on sleeping if I had not been awakened. Soon after one came a sudden knock at the door. She has her own horse and a new chaise bought this summer. Также в повести есть и много грустного. فکر میکنم ، مدتی طولانی فکر میکنم، ولی فکرم دیگر به جایی نمی رسد. Now my name is promenading tranquilly about Harkov; in another three months, printed in gold letters on my monument, it will shine bright as the sun itself, while I s hall be already under the moss. And if there is not that, then there is nothing.
Sometimes I get out of bed and light a lamp. She is not shallow -- doesn't care what impression she makes on society -- she's beyond all the show and is looking for real truth. Our sect is maintained by that superstition, and it is not for you and me to destroy it. That isn't what I want. Suddenly she jumps up impulsively and comes to me. I arrived here at midday, and have put up at the hotel not far from the cathedral. I had never attached significance to such omens as the howling of dogs or the shrieking of owls, but on that occasion it sent a pang to my heart, and I hastened to explain the howl to myself.