The Horse-Stealers and Other Stories

The Horse-Stealers and Other Stories
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Anton Pavlovich Chekhov. The Horse-Stealers and Other Stories

THE HORSE-STEALERS

WARD NO. 6

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THE PETCHENYEG

A DEAD BODY

A HAPPY ENDING

THE LOOKING-GLASS

OLD AGE

DARKNESS

THE BEGGAR

A STORY WITHOUT A TITLE

IN TROUBLE

FROST

A SLANDER

MINDS IN FERMENT

GONE ASTRAY

AN AVENGER

THE JEUNE PREMIER

A DEFENCELESS CREATURE

AN ENIGMATIC NATURE

A HAPPY MAN

A TROUBLESOME VISITOR

AN ACTOR'S END

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In the hospital yard there stands a small lodge surrounded by a perfect forest of burdocks, nettles, and wild hemp. Its roof is rusty, the chimney is tumbling down, the steps at the front-door are rotting away and overgrown with grass, and there are only traces left of the stucco. The front of the lodge faces the hospital; at the back it looks out into the open country, from which it is separated by the grey hospital fence with nails on it. These nails, with their points upwards, and the fence, and the lodge itself, have that peculiar, desolate, God-forsaken look which is only found in our hospital and prison buildings.

If you are not afraid of being stung by the nettles, come by the narrow footpath that leads to the lodge, and let us see what is going on inside. Opening the first door, we walk into the entry. Here along the walls and by the stove every sort of hospital rubbish lies littered about. Mattresses, old tattered dressing-gowns, trousers, blue striped shirts, boots and shoes no good for anything – all these remnants are piled up in heaps, mixed up and crumpled, mouldering and giving out a sickly smell.

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He was soon wearied by the timidity of the patients and their incoherence, by the proximity of the pious Sergey Sergeyitch, by the portraits on the walls, and by his own questions which he had asked over and over again for twenty years. And he would go away after seeing five or six patients. The rest would be seen by his assistant in his absence.

With the agreeable thought that, thank God, he had no private practice now, and that no one would interrupt him, Andrey Yefimitch sat down to the table immediately on reaching home and took up a book. He read a great deal and always with enjoyment. Half his salary went on buying books, and of the six rooms that made up his abode three were heaped up with books and old magazines. He liked best of all works on history and philosophy; the only medical publication to which he subscribed was The Doctor, of which he always read the last pages first. He would always go on reading for several hours without a break and without being weary. He did not read as rapidly and impulsively as Ivan Dmitritch had done in the past, but slowly and with concentration, often pausing over a passage which he liked or did not find intelligible. Near the books there always stood a decanter of vodka, and a salted cucumber or a pickled apple lay beside it, not on a plate, but on the baize table-cloth. Every half-hour he would pour himself out a glass of vodka and drink it without taking his eyes off the book. Then without looking at it he would feel for the cucumber and bite off a bit.

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