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“What truth? You see where truth is, and where untruth is, but I seem to have lost my sight and see nothing. You boldly settle all important questions, but tell me, dear, isn't it because you're young, because you haven't had time to suffer till you settled a single one of your questions? You boldly look forward, isn't it because you cannot foresee or expect anything terrible, because so far life has been hidden from your young eyes? You are bolder, more honest, deeper than we are, but think only, be just a little magnanimous, and have mercy on me.”

Quote by Anton Chekhov

Work

The Collected Works of Anton Chekhov: Novellas, Short Stories, Plays, Letters & Diary: Three Sisters, Seagull , The Shooting Party, Uncle Vanya, Cherry Orchard, Chameleon, Tripping Tongue, On The Road, Vanka, Ward No. Six, Swedish Match, Nightmare, Bear, Reluctant Hero, Joy…

The Collected Works of Anton Chekhov is a seminal compilation that showcases the breadth and depth of Chekhov's literary contributions. It encompasses his renowned novellas and short stories, his influential plays, and personal correspondence. This collection provides a comprehensive view into Chekhov's artistic vision and his exploration of human emotions, societal norms, and the complexities of life. The works included are celebrated for their psychological insight and narrative mastery, making this collection a must-read for fans of Chekhov's work and for those interested in the history of Russian literature. more

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Anton Chekhov
Anton Chekhov

Anton Chekhov, born on January 29, 1860, was a prominent Russian physician and short story writer. His works are renowned for their profound psychological insights and critical portrayal of social realities. Chekhov's short stories have had a profound impact on literature both in Russia and around the world. more

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