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2 years, 10 months ago

it all seemed so mindless and trivial

Only now did Nadya begin to cry. Only now did she realize that she was actually leaving – even when she had said goodbye to Grandmother and looked at her mother she still hadn’t believed it. Farewell, dear old town! Suddenly she remembered everything: Andrey, his father, the new house, the naked la…

—p.322 The Lady with the Little Dog and Other Stories The Bride (308) by Anton Chekhov
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2 years, 10 months ago

she no longer loved Andrey Andreich

After that came a sitting-room, with a round table, sofa and armchairs upholstered in a bright blue material. A large photograph of Father Andrey, in priest’s hat and wearing decorations, hung over the sofa. Then they entered the dining-room, with its sideboard, and then the bedroom. Here in the ha…

—p.317 The Bride (308) by Anton Chekhov
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something was lacking

That evening the monks’ singing was harmonious and inspired; a young, black-bearded priest was officiating. When he heard the ‘bridegroom who cometh at midnight’2 and ‘the mansion richly adorned’, he felt neither penitent nor sorrowful, but a spiritual peace and calm as his thoughts wandered off in…

—p.301 The Bishop (291) by Anton Chekhov
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how little freedom and enjoyment there was project/panopticon

The priest stood with his Gospels open, waiting. In the ensuing silence the harmonious singing of a male voice choir could be clearly heard: they were singing somewhere beyond the garden, by the river, no doubt. And it was so delightful when the bells in the neighbouring monastery suddenly pealed a…

—p.284 Disturbing the Balance (282) by Anton Chekhov
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2 years, 10 months ago

so that he could remain there, with only the past

As they drove up out of the ravine, Anisim kept looking back at the village. It was a fine warm day. For the first time that year, cattle had been led out to graze and young girls and women were walking round the herd in their holiday dresses. A brown bull bellowed, rejoicing in its freedom, and pa…

—p.256 In the Ravine (239) by Anton Chekhov