Letters of Anton Chekhov (Tchekhov) - Penn State University

Anton ChekhovTO MADAME M. V. KISELYOV.BABKINO, June, 1886.LOVE UNRIPPLED*(A NOVEL) Part I.It was noon …. The setting sun with its crimson, fiery rays gildedthe tops of pines, oaks, and fir-trees …. It was still; only in the airthe birds were singing, and in the distance a hungry wolf howledmournfully …. The driver turned round and said:“More snow has fallen, sir.”“What?”“I say, more snow has fallen.”“Ah!”Vladimir Sergeitch Tabatchin, who is the hero of our story, lookedfor the last time at the sun and expired.* * *A week passed …. Birds and corncrakes hovered, whistling, over anewly-made grave. The sun was shining. A young widow, bathed intears, was standing by, and in her grief sopping her whole handkerchief….*Parody of a feminine novel.41