The Schoolmaster and other stories - Penn State University
The Schoolmaster and other stories - Penn State University
The Schoolmaster and other stories - Penn State University
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Anton TchekhovHUSH!IVAN YEGORITCH KRASNYHIN, a fourth-rate journalist, returnshome late at night, grave <strong>and</strong> careworn, with apeculiar air of concentration. He looks like a man expectinga police-raid or contemplating suicide. Pacingabout his rooms he halts abruptly, ruffles up his hair,<strong>and</strong> says in the tone in which Laertes announces his intentionof avenging his sister:“Shattered, soul-weary, a sick load of misery on theheart … <strong>and</strong> then to sit down <strong>and</strong> write. And this iscalled life! How is it nobody has described the agonizingdiscord in the soul of a writer who has to amuse thecrowd when his heart is heavy or to shed tears at theword of comm<strong>and</strong> when his heart is light? I must beplayful, coldly unconcerned, witty, but what if I amweighed down with misery, what if I am ill, or my childis dying or my wife in anguish!”He says this, br<strong>and</strong>ishing his fists <strong>and</strong> rolling hiseyes…. <strong>The</strong>n he goes into the bedroom <strong>and</strong> wakes hiswife.“Nadya,” he says, “I am sitting down to write….Please don’t let anyone interrupt me. I can’t write withchildren crying or cooks snoring…. See, too, that there’stea <strong>and</strong> … steak or something…. You know that I can’twrite without tea…. Tea is the one thing that gives methe energy for my work.”Returning to his room he takes off his coat, waistcoat,<strong>and</strong> boots. He does this very slowly; then, assumingan expression of injured innocence, he sits down tohis table.<strong>The</strong>re is nothing casual, nothing ordinary on his writing-table,down to the veriest trifle everything bears thestamp of a stern, deliberately planned programme.Little busts <strong>and</strong> photographs of distinguished writers,heaps of rough manuscripts, a volume of Byelinsky witha page turned down, part of a skull by way of an ashtray,a sheet of newspaper folded carelessly, but so thata passage is uppermost, boldly marked in blue pencil157