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He is colourless; that is partly because the life he describes lacks colour. He is false because bourgeois writers cannot help being false. They are vulgar writers perfected. The vulgarians sin together with their public, while the bourgeois are hypocritical with them and flatter their narrow virtue. MELIHOVO, February 25, 1895.
Our starlings, old and young, suddenly flew away. This puzzled us, for it won't be time for their migration for ever so long; but suddenly we learn that the other day clouds of grasshoppers from the south, which were taken for locusts, flew over Moscow. One wonders how did our starlings find out that on precisely such a day and so many miles from Melihovo these insects would fly past?
He did not forget "St. Tatyana," and assembled all his literary friends on that day in a Petersburg restaurant. They made speeches and kept the holiday, and this festivity initiated by him was so successful that the authors went on meeting regularly afterwards. Though Melihovo was his permanent home, Chekhov often paid visits to Moscow and Petersburg.
Allow me to thank you with all my heart for your letter. Believe me, I value the feelings that prompted you to write it far more than I can express in words, and the sympathy you call "unnecessary" at the end of your letter I shall never never forget, whatever happens. MELIHOVO, November 26, 1896.
You know we don't understand a thing about it. Like Raspluev, all I know about agriculture is that the earth is black, and nothing more. Write. How is it best to sow clover? among the rye, or among the spring wheat? ... MELIHOVO, March 9, 1892. ... Yes, such men as Ratchinsky are very rare in this world. I understand your enthusiasm, my dear fellow.
I congratulate you on the peace between Japan and China, and hope we may quickly obtain a Feodosia free from ice on the East Coast, and may make a railway to it. The peasant woman had not troubles enough so she bought a pig. However, futura sunt in manibus deorum. MELIHOVO, October 21, 1895. Thanks for your letter, for your warm words and your invitation.
He liked sitting on the dam on its bank and watching with ecstasy shoals of little fish coming suddenly to the surface and then hiding in its depths. An excellent well had been dug in Melihovo before this. Chekhov had been very anxious that it should be in Little Russian style with a crane.
The consciousness of having to go away early in the autumn gradually brought Chekhov to decide to sell the place. On the 25th of August he went back to his own villa at Yalta, and soon afterwards Melihovo was sold, and his mother and sister joined him. During the last four and a half years of his life Chekhov's health grew rapidly worse.
My calves have turned into cows, my copse has grown at least a yard higher, my heirs will make a capital bargain over the timber and will call me an ass, for heirs are never satisfied. MELIHOVO, March 30, 1895. ... We have spring here but there are regular mountains of snow, and there is no knowing when it will thaw.
In the company of such persons one has a stupid schoolboy feeling of wanting to be rude. The village priest often comes and pays me long visits; he is a very good fellow, a widower, and has some illegitimate children. Write or there will be trouble.... MELIHOVO, October 10, 1892. Your telegram telling me of Svobodin's death caught me just as I was going out of the yard to see patients.
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