A Russian Affair (Penguin Great Loves)
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When Gurov sees the lady with the little dog on a windswept promenade, he knows he must have her. But she is different from his other flings - he cannot forget her ...Chekhov's stories are of lost love, love at the wrong time and love that can never be. United by the theme of love, the writings in the "Great Loves" series span over two thousand years and vastly different worlds. Readers will be introduced to love's endlessly fascinating possibilities and extremities: romantic love, platonic love, erotic love, gay love, virginal love, adulterous love, parental love, filial love, nostalgic love, unrequited love, illicit love, not to mention lost love, twisted and obsessional love...
afternoon. But you’re a sacristan’s son, a country doctor …’ ‘Well, what of it?’ he thought. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ ‘What’s more, if you marry her,’ continued the small voice, ‘her family will make you give up your country practice and you’ll have to move to town.’ ‘What of it?’ he thought. ‘Nothing wrong with living in town. And there’ll be a dowry, we’ll set up house together …’ At last in came Yekaterina Ivanovna, wearing a ball gown, décolletée, looking very pretty and elegant. Startsev
up to her and forced a smile as he said in a trembling voice: ‘Good evening!’ She looked at him and turned pale. Then she looked again, was horrified and could not believe her eyes, tightly clasping her fan and lorgnette and obviously trying hard to stop herself fainting. Neither said a word. She sat there, he stood, alarmed at her embarrassment and not daring to sit next to her. The fiddles and flutes began to tune up and suddenly they felt terrified – it seemed they were being scrutinized
had been out). With him walked his daughter, whom he wanted to take to school, as it was on the way. A thick wet snow was falling. ‘It’s three degrees above zero, yet it’s snowing,’ Gurov told his daughter. ‘But it’s only warm on the surface of the earth, the temperature’s quite different in the upper layers of the atmosphere.’ ‘Papa, why isn’t there thunder in winter?’ And he explained this too, conscious as he spoke that here he was on his way to an assignation, that not a soul knew about it
smiles, the children shouted that Uncle Pavel Konstantinych had arrived and clung to my neck. Everyone was glad. They didn’t understand what was going on deep down inside me and they thought that I too shared their joy. All of them considered me a most noble person, and both parents and children felt that the very personification of nobility was walking around the house, and this lent a very special charm to their attitude towards me, as if my being there made their lives purer and finer. I would
truth in it. ‘Later on, Anna Alekseyevna visited her mother and sister more often. She started to have fits of depression when she realized her life was unfulfilled, ruined, and she had no desire to see either her husband or the children. She was already having treatment for a nervous disorder. ‘We didn’t say one word to each other and she seemed strangely irritated with me when other people were around. She’d quarrel with everything I said, and if I was having an argument she would always take