Рассказы и Повести

Рассказы и ПовестиEn Ch Jov Es M S Importante Lo Que Sucede Por Debajo De La Piel Del Cuento Que La Piel Del Cuento Misma Jos Mar A Guelbenzu, El Pa S Lo M S Importante, Y Lo Que M S Grata Hace La Lectura De Estos Cuentos, Es Que El Escritor Ruso Consigue Provocar En El Lector Sensaciones Y Emociones, Pese A La Amargura Que Invade Su Obra SolodelibrosEste Volumen Re Ne Sesenta Cuentos De Ch Jov Cuidadosamente Seleccionados Y Traducidos Por V Ctor Gallego Con La Intenci N De Que El Lector Espa Ol Disponga De Una Antolog A Extensa Y Representativa De La Narrativa Breve Del Gran Escritor Ruso Prescindiendo De Las Novelas Cortas, Ofrece Una Panor Mica Amplia Y En Muchas Ocasiones In Dita En Nuestra Lengua Del Cuento Chejoviano, Desde Las Implacables Piezas Humor Sticas De Sus Primeros A Os Hasta Las Complejas Composiciones De Su Ltima Poca, En Un Arco Cronol Gico Que Abarca De 1883 A 1902.Nabokov Defin A Al H Roe Chejoviano Como Un Hombre Bueno Incapaz De Hacer El Bien , Que Combina La M S Profunda Decencia De Que Es Capaz El Ser Humano Con Una Incapacidad Casi Rid Cula Para Poner En Pr Ctica Sus Ideas Y Principios Actos Y Decisiones Que Salvan Una Vida O Una Fortuna Pero Que Acarrean Sentimientos De Desprecio Por Quien Los Lleva A Cabo, Cambios Impredecibles E Inexplicados Que Se Producen En Un Tiempo Rel Mpago Pero Que Pueden Determinar Toda Una Vida, Un Deseo Indefinido Que Al Realizarse Nunca Alcanza La Conciencia De Satisfacci N Ch Jov Buscaba Transmitir, Reproducir La Fluidez Acaso Sin Rumbo De La Vida, No S Lo Pintando Estados De Nimo, Sino Siendo Capaz De Crearlos En El Lector Tal Vez Sea Ste El Secreto Que Desde El Principio Ambicionaron Sus Contempor Neos Y Luego Sus Seguidores, De Katharine Mansfield A Raymond Carver, Y La Raz N De La Vigencia De Su Estilo, A N Hoy Emulado.Ant N P Vlovich Ch Jov Naci En Taganrog, A Orillas Del Mar De Azov, En El Sur De Rusia, En 1860 Hijo De Un Modesto Comerciante, Antiguo Siervo Que Hab A Conseguido Comprar Su Libertad, As Como La De Su Mujer Y Sus Hijos, Hizo Sus Primeros Estudios En Su Ciudad Natal En 1879 Ingres En La Facultad De Medicina De La Universidad De Mosc La Familiaridad Con Las Ciencias Naturales Y Con Los M Todos Cient Ficos Escribir A Siempre Me Ha Tenido En Guardia, Y Siempre He Intentado, Cuando Ha Sido Posible, Ser Coherente Con Los Hechos De La Ciencia, Y, Cuando No Lo Ha Sido, He Preferido No Escribir Desde El Primer Curso Empez A Publicar Cuadros Humor Sticos En Revistas, Con Los Que Consegu A Mantener A Toda Su Familia Su Padre, Endeudado, Su Madre Y Sus Hermanos Hab An Tenido Que Trasladarse Con L A Mosc , Y Pocos A Os Despu S Ya Era Un Escritor Profesional Reconocido 1888 Fue Un A O Clave En Su Carrera Public Su Novela Corta La Estepa ALBA CL SICA N M LIII, Junto Con En El Barranco , Escribi Su Primera Obra Teatral, Ivanov, Y Recibi El Premio Pushkin En 1890 Viaj A La Isla De Sajal N, Con La Intenci N De Escribir Un Libro Sobre Nuestra Colonia Penal , Que Aparecer A Al A O Siguiente Con El T Tulo De La Isla De Sajal N. There is a vein of dull misery running through much of modern realism It is not even tragedy, because tragedy requires that the person be suffering as a result of their actions, and that they be emotionally complex enough to understand what is happening to them, and to feel the whole of that pain.These stories of misery have none of that, they are tales of the ignorant, of the emotionally stunted, who bumble into one stupidity after another, never realizing why or what it means Is there a certain kind of realism in this Sure but fundamentally, it s only half the story.Sure, we all might feel that way sometimes, if we re depressed, and so we look at the world and say it sucks out there, and always will and part of it is that we want that to be true, too We want it to suck, and for us to have predicted it, because that means that none of this is our fault If things suck, it s because that s how they re meant to be, not because we happened to fuck up.But the world just isn t that bad Life isn t that bad, even when we feel like wallowing in it, that s not reality, that s just our own baggage, our own coping So, for an author to take that kind of nihilism and turn it into a book just ends up feeling silly It s empty, it s self centered, and it s not profound We did Nihilism already, and found better things to supplant it.But that s what s amazing about Chekhov, because by all rights, that is what his stories should be these little moments of sad life for these
The Short Stories of Anton Chekhov, Anton ChekhovAnton Chekhov has long been regarded as the master of the Russian short story and one of the leading exponents of the genre in world literature 2009 1370 372 19 . Just finished the final story of this collection This guy is Awesome, a master short story writer.I fell in love with his stories almost every time.His stories are so simple yet so powerful in impact that I have decided to write a review f
There are thirty four stories by the master in this volume and I might write about every single one in the book they re all like pearls some just a little bit bigger and some just a little bit smaller Vanka Zhukov, a nine year old boy, sent three months earlier to be apprenticed to the shoemaker Aliakhin, did not go to bed on Christmas eve He waited till master and apprentices went to church, then took a bottle of ink and a pen with a rusty nib from the master s cupboard, spread out a rumpled sheet of paper in front of him, and began to write Before tracing the first letter, he looked fearfully several times at the doors and windows, cast a sidelong glance at the dark icon, surrounded on both sides by long shelves of shoe lasts, and heaved a choking sigh The paper lay on a bench, and he himself knelt down by the bench Dear grandpa, Konstantin Makarych he wrote So I m writing you a letter I wish you a Merry Christmas and all good things from the Lord God I have no father or mother, you are the only one I have left The stories are sad and they are funny They are full of laug
I m not a literary critic, obviously My description of books as sucky trite trash, etc kind of make me wonder how I ever even majored in English Lit all those years ago But let me see if I can describe Chekhov in the way I ve come to understand him and his awesomeness heehee Chekhov was a doctor before he was a writer, he knew how the human body worked, he knew the human mind, and he knew what external stimulus the weather, the look in a person s eye, the placement of a strange object could have on a person s physical being and their psyche Combine this with this unmatched talent as a writer, and you ve got the kind of writer that can touch your heart, wrangle your emotions, and fuck with your mind unlike any other When I read The Lady With the Dog, I had to go sit under a tree and contemplate life for a while When I read the desire in the dialogue in The Seagull, I had to cal
To give serious aid to forty outpatients between morning and dinnertime was physically impossible, which meant, willy nilly, that it was all a deceit During the fiscal year twelve thousand outpatients were received, which meant, simply speaking, that twelve thousand people were deceived from Ward No 6The stories in this collection translated by Pevear and Volokhonsky were written in the period 1883 to 1903 They appear to be set in the present that is, they are tales of Russia and her people as things were in the last few decades of the 1800s Chekhov s overall view of life, as revealed in the stories, is that the lot of man and woman is an unhappy one This is true whether one is a peasant or a well off doctor, bishop, aristocrat, land owner, student whatever The circumstances differ, the goods and evils of life vary from case to case, the balance figures differently from one man or woman to the next, but ultimately if we ask of each life was it worth living , Chekhov seems to say perhaps, very marginally but at any rate that s all we have, so we soldier on, taking the bitter with the sour, and accepting when we analyze things properly , that whether we have tried to do good to our fellow men or the opposite, the effect is pretty much the same.Several stories from the last few years of the 19th century have very similar themes
Many writers pride themselves on the beauty of their prose style Flaubert would spend days composing the perfect sentence for Madame Bovary Nabokov wrote his prose ecstatically, his vocabulary was formidable and formed a core part of his aesthetic values Proust s composition was like a flower, the sentences formed a stem upon which the petals of his metaphors were able to grow and develop Thomas Mann was concerned with weighty philosophical problems, Dostoevskii with psychological ones, Conrad with composing the perfect grammatical sentence and Joyce with redefining literature.Chekhov held aloof from all of this, his prose is simple, his vocabulary limited, his metaphors plain poppies compared to Proust s redolent roses, he does not deal with great issues, has no axe to grind, nothing particular original to say, yet his stories are as psychologically insightful as anything by Dostoevsky, his prose as poetic as anything by Flaubert, his stories as beautiful as anything by Nabokov, as original as anything by Joyce.Why Because Chekhov s stories are alive Chekhov was able to observe the beauty in the most quotidian things the fold of a dress, the reflection of the moon on a river bank, the unfettered joy of a young peasant pining after his wife Chekhov not only depicts the joys of life but it s tribulations the heartbreaking loss of a young baby, the boredom of a ride across the steppes or having to play the tedious role of the
Anton Chekhor s Short Stories Texts of the Stories, Backgrounds Criticism , Anton Chekhov, Ralph E Matlaw Editor Paperback 384 pagesPublisher W W Norton Company 1st edition April 17, 1979 Language EnglishISBN 10 0393090027ISBN 13 978 0393090024 2005 1382 104 104 1383 1
You know, man, it doesn t matter who translates you You always sound just like yourself A casual observer And yet the casualness reveals so much about us I picked up one of your books yesterday, having a hard time concentrating on anything else The want to read was there, but nothing sounded good And then I thought, Chekhov We haven t read Chekhov in a bit Two sentences into a randomly picked story I knew it was you, and I knew I would not put down the book until it was finished And as expected, that little tingle in the middle of the chest, it was there You always bring the good stuff Whether it s a chance or was it meeting on an overcast day, or a story with a slow build, your characters always reveal themselves, their hopes and dreams, and I sit and wait to see what will happen Usually, it s nothing big Sometimes as simple as confirming something you already thought But the simple way you reveal these things, and make it seem so effortless What were you thinking about when you wrote Gusev Just to watch you work, gah, that would have been awesome Did you draft and redraft, or did the scenes come spilling out of you From the moment I received this on Christmas morning, nearly a decade ago, I knew we were gonna get on The Death of a Government Clerk I bet Kafka read that and said, eureeka , don t y
I want to write a review and I don t know where to start.This is what Chekhov does to me Anton Chekhov leaves me stupefied with his brilliance with words and descriptions He can paint a landscape of an entire Russian circumstance along with their characters with their emotions written bare on their faces concisely and to the point like a surgeon The first few stories in this book added date wise seemed incomprehensible and frivolous but as I went on the stories seemed to grow on me and the maturity of the content and the story development can be seen clearly Although written a century ago the observations and his thoughts transcends time and resonates with mine I came to an understanding that I should expect less of the plot and of the observations made and it all boils down to the fact that life may sum up to be a tragic experience and it may seem that you have barely scratched the surface of life but we must go on His writings, his opinions expressed through his characters bring out your own thoughts you must have never concretely cogitated on and expresses it amidst the situation in his stories with an opulent prose He is not giving you anything new and yet he is effective and I don t know how many authors can pull this thing off with such consummate grace His thoughts on modern literature From A Boring Story All modern literature seems to me not literature but some sort of handicraft, which e