On the High Road

By Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich

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Reproduction Date: 2005

Title:	On the High Road
Author:	Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich
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Language:	English
Subject:	Literature, Literature & thought, Writing.
Collections:	Blackmask Online Collection
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Publisher:	Blackmask Online


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Excerpt: EFIMOVNA. [To NAZAROVNA] Give the old man a nudge dear! Can?t get any answer out of him. NAZAROVNA. [Lifting the corner of a cloth covering off SAVVA?S face] Are you alive or are you dead, you holy man? SAVVA. Why should I be dead? I'm alive, mother! [Raises himself on his elbow] Cover up my feet, there?s a saint! That?s it. A bit more on the right one. That?s it, mother. God be good to us. NAZAROVNA. [Wrapping up SAVVA?S feet] Sleep, little father. SAVVA. What sleep can I have? If only I had the patience to endure this pain, mother; sleep?s quite another matter. A sinner doesn't deserve to be given rest. What?s that noise, pilgrim?woman? NAZAROVNA. God is sending a storm. The wind is wailing, and the rain is pouring down, pouring down. All down the roof and into the windows like dried peas. Do you hear? The windows of heaven are opened ... [Thunder] Holy, holy, holy ... FEDYA. And it roars and thunders, and rages, and there?s no end to it! Hoooo ... it?s like the noise of a forest ... Hoooo ... The wind is wailing like a dog ... [Shrinking back] It?s cold! My clothes are wet, it?s all coming in through the open door ... you might put me through a wringer ... [Plays softly] My concertina?s damp, and so there?s no music for you, my Orthodox brethren, or else I?d give you such a concert, my word! Something marvellous! You can have a quadrille, or a polka, if you like, or some Russian dance for two ... I can do them all. In the town, where I was an attendant at the Grand Hotel, I couldn't make any money, but I did wonders on my concertina. And I can play the guitar.

Table of Contents
Table of Contents: ON THE HIGH ROAD, 1 -- Anton Chekhov, 1