{"product_id":"selected-stories-of-anton-chekhov-isbn-9780553381009","title":"Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov","description":"Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky, the highly acclaimed translators of \u003ci\u003eWar and Peace, Doctor Zhivago,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eAnna Karenina,\u003c\/i\u003e which was an Oprah Book Club pick and million-copy bestseller, bring their unmatched talents to \u003ci\u003eThe Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov,\u003c\/i\u003e a collection of thirty of Chekhov’s best tales from the major periods of his creative life.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Considered the greatest short story writer, Anton Chekhov changed the genre itself with his spare, impressionistic depictions of Russian life and the human condition. From characteristically brief, evocative early pieces such as “The Huntsman” and the tour de force “A Boring Story,” to his best-known stories such as “The Lady with the Little Dog” and his own personal favorite, “The Student,” Chekhov’s short fiction possesses the transcendent power of art to awe and change the reader. This monumental edition, expertly translated, is especially faithful to the meaning of Chekhov’s prose and the unique rhythms of his writing, giving readers an authentic sense of his style and a true understanding of his greatness.Introduction  \u003cbr\u003eTranslator’s Notes\u003cbr\u003eThe Death of a Clerk  \u003cbr\u003eSmall Fry\u003cbr\u003eThe Huntsman\u003cbr\u003eThe Malefactor\u003cbr\u003ePanikhida\u003cbr\u003eAnyuta\u003cbr\u003eEaster Night\u003cbr\u003eVanka\u003cbr\u003eSleepy\u003cbr\u003eA Boring Story\u003cbr\u003eGusev\u003cbr\u003ePeasant Women\u003cbr\u003eThe Fidget\u003cbr\u003eIn Exile\u003cbr\u003eWard No. 6\u003cbr\u003eThe Black Monk\u003cbr\u003eRothschild’s Fiddle\u003cbr\u003eThe Student\u003cbr\u003eAnna on the Neck\u003cbr\u003eThe House with the Mezzanine\u003cbr\u003eThe Man in a Case\u003cbr\u003eGooseberries\u003cbr\u003eA Medical Case\u003cbr\u003eThe Darling\u003cbr\u003eOn Official Business\u003cbr\u003eThe Lady with the Little Dog\u003cbr\u003eAt Christmastime\u003cbr\u003eIn the Ravine\u003cbr\u003eThe Bishop\u003cbr\u003eThe Fiancée\u003cbr\u003eNotes“Theirs is an adagio reading, distinctive and fresh, that returns to us a work we thought we knew, subtly altered and so made new again.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post Book World,\u003c\/i\u003e on Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky’s translation of \u003ci\u003eThe Brothers Karamazov\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eRichard Pevear \u003c\/b\u003eand \u003cb\u003eLarissa Volokhonsky\u003c\/b\u003e have won the PEN Book-of-the-Month Club Translation Prize twice, for their version of Dostoevsky’s\u003ci\u003e The Brothers Karamazov\u003c\/i\u003e and for Tolstoy’s \u003ci\u003eAnna Karenina\u003c\/i\u003e. They are married and live in France.The Death of a Clerk\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne fine evening the no less fine office manager Ivan Dmitrich Cherviakov1 was sitting in the second row of the stalls, watching The Bells of Corneville2 through opera glasses. He watched and felt himself at the height of bliss. But suddenly . . . This \"but suddenly\" occurs often in stories. The authors are right: life is so full of the unexpected! But suddenly his face wrinkled, his eyes rolled, his breath stopped . . . he put down the opera glasses, bent forward, and . . . ah-choo!!! As you see, he sneezed. Sneezing is not prohibited to anyone anywhere. Peasants sneeze, police chiefs sneeze, sometimes even privy councillors sneeze. Everybody sneezes. Cherviakov, not embarrassed in the least, wiped his nose with his handkerchief and, being a polite man, looked around to see whether his sneezing had disturbed anyone. And now he did become embarrassed. He saw that the little old man sitting in front of him in the first row of the stalls was carefully wiping his bald head and neck with his glove and muttering something. Cherviakov recognized the little old man as General Brizzhalov,3 who served in the Department of Transportation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I sprayed him!\" thought Cherviakov. \"He's not my superior, he serves elsewhere, but still it's awkward. I must apologize.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCherviakov coughed, leaned forward, and whispered in the general's ear:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Excuse me, Yr'xcellency, I sprayed you . . . I accidentally . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Never mind, never mind . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"For God's sake, excuse me. I . . . I didn't mean it!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ah, do sit down, please! Let me listen!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCherviakov became embarrassed, smiled stupidly, and began looking at the stage. He looked, but felt no more bliss. Anxiety began to torment him. In the intermission he went up to Brizzhalov, walked around him, and, overcoming his timidity, murmured:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I sprayed you, Yr'xcellency . . . Forgive me . . . I . . . it's not that I . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ah, come now . . . I've already forgotten, and you keep at it!\" said the general, impatiently twitching his lower lip.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Forgotten, but there's malice in his eyes,\" thought Cherviakov, glancing suspiciously at the general. \"He doesn't even want to talk. I must explain to him that I really didn't mean it . . . that it's a law of nature, otherwise he'll think I wanted to spit. If he doesn't think so now, he will later! . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn returning home, Cherviakov told his wife about his rudeness. His wife, it seemed to him, treated the incident much too lightly. She merely got frightened, but then, on learning that Brizzhalov served \"elsewhere,\" she calmed down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But all the same you should go and apologize,\" she said. \"He might think you don't know how to behave in public!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That's just it! I apologized, but he was somehow strange . . . Didn't say a single sensible word. And then there was no time to talk.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe next day Cherviakov put on a new uniform, had his hair cut, and went to Brizzhalov to explain . . . Going into the general's reception room, he saw many petitioners there, and among them was the general himself, who had already begun to receive petitions. Having questioned several petitioners, the general raised his eyes to Cherviakov.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yesterday, in the Arcadia, if you recall, Yr'xcellency,\" the office manager began, \"I sneezed, sir, and . . . accidentally sprayed you . . . Forg . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Such trifles . . . God knows! Can I be of help to you?\" the general addressed the next petitioner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"He doesn't want to talk!\" thought Cherviakov, turning pale. \"That means he's angry . . . No, it can't be left like this . . . I'll explain to him . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen the general finished his discussion with the last petitioner and headed for the inner rooms, Cherviakov followed him and murmured:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yr'xcellency! If I venture to trouble Yr'xcellency, it's precisely, I might say, from a feeling of repentance! . . . It wasn't on purpose, you know that yourself, sir!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe general made a tearful face and waved his hand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You must be joking, my dear sir!\" he said, disappearing behind the door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What kind of joke is it?\" thought Cherviakov. \"This is no kind of joke at all! A general, yet he can't understand! If that's the way it is, I won't apologize to the swaggerer any more! Devil take him! I'll write him a letter, but I won't come myself! By God, I won't!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo Cherviakov thought, walking home. He wrote no letter to the general. He thought and thought, and simply could not think up that letter. So the next day he had to go himself and explain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I came yesterday to trouble Yr'xcellency,\" he began to murmur, when the general raised his questioning eyes to him, \"not for a joke, as you were pleased to say. I was apologizing for having sneezed and sprayed you, sir . . . and I never even thought of joking. Would I dare joke with you? If we start joking, soon there won't be any respect for persons . . . left . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Get out!!\" barked the general, suddenly turning blue and shaking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What, sir?\" Cherviakov asked in a whisper, sinking with terror.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Get out!!\" the general repeated, stamping his feet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSomething in Cherviakov's stomach snapped. Seeing nothing, hearing nothing, he backed his way to the door, went out, and plodded off . . . Reaching home mechanically, without taking off his uniform, he lay down on the sofa and . . . died.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJuly 1883\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e1. The name Cherviakov comes from the Russian word cherviak (\"worm\").\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e2. A popular operetta by French composer Robert Planquette (1843-1903).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e3. The name Brizzhalov suggests a combination of bryzgat (\"to spray\") and briuzzhat (\"to grumble\").Translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky","brand":"Modern Library","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300409004261,"sku":"NP9780553381009","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780553381009.jpg?v=1767736325","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/selected-stories-of-anton-chekhov-isbn-9780553381009","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}