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
If only one tooth aches, rejoice that not all of them ache.... If your wife betrays you, be glad that she betrayed only you and not the nation.
Can words such as Orthodox, Jew, or Catholic really express some sort of exclusive personal virtues or merits?
It's a long time since I drank champagne.
He was a rationalist, but he had to confess that he liked the ringing of church bells.
If you are afraid of loneliness, don't marry.
Only he is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things.
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.
If only we could go back to Moscow! Sell the house, finish with our life here, and go back to Moscow.
Medvienko: Why do you always wear black? Masha: I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy.
I cannon off the cushion! I pot into the middle pocket.
Doctors are the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.
The only difference between doctors and lawyers is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you, too.
If an intelligent, educated, and healthy man begins to complain of his lot and go down-hill, there is nothing for him to do but to go on down until he reaches the bottom--there is no hope for him. Where could my salvation come from? How can I save myself? I cannot drink, because it makes my head ache. I never could write bad poetry. I cannot pray for strength and see anything lofty in the languor of my soul. Laziness is laziness and weakness weakness. I can find no other names for them. I am lost, I am lost; there is no doubt of that.