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
My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it's dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can't live without it.
Desription should be very brief and have an incidental nature.
There are no small number of people in this world who, solitary by nature, always try to go back into their shell like a hermit crab or a snail.
When asked, "Why do you always wear black?", he said, "I am mourning for my life.
In displaying the psychology of your characters, minute particulars are essential. God save us from vague generalizations! Be sure not to discuss your hero's state of mind. Make it clear from his actions. Nor is it necessary to portray many main characters. Let two people be the center of gravity in your story: he and she.
Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.
The problem is that we attempt to solve the simplest questions cleverly, thereby rendering them unusually complex. One should seekthe simple solution.
Doctors are just the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.
Better a debauched canary than a pious wolf.
You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.
When all is said and done, no literature can outdo the cynicism of real life; you won't intoxicate with one glass someone who has already drunk up a whole barrel.
And only now, when he was gray-haired, had he fallen in love properly, thoroughly, for the first time in his life.
In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.
Faith is an aptitude of the spirit. It is, in fact, a talent: you must be born with it.