May Summary In Siberia, "Old Semyon, nicknamed Canny, and a young Tatar, whom no one knew by name, were sitting on the riverbank by the campfire;the other three ferrymen were in the hut. But Semyon counsels acceptance "You will get used to it," he repeats again and again. Semyon tells him the story of Vasily Sergeyitch, a wealthy aristocrat who was sent into exile 15 years earlier.
Koteliansky and Gilbert Cannan OLD Simeon, whose nickname was Brains, and a young Tartar, whose name nobody knew, were sitting on the bank of the river by a wood-fire.
The other three ferrymen were in the hut. Simeon who was an old man of about sixty, skinny and toothless, but broad-shouldered and healthy, was drunk. He would long ago have gone to bed, but he had a bottle in his pocket and was afraid of his comrades asking him for vodka.
The Tartar was ill and miserable, and, pulling his rags about him, he went on talking about the good things in the province of Simbirsk, and what a beautiful and clever wife he had left at home.
He was not more than twenty-five, and now, by the light of the wood-fire, with his pale, sorrowful, sickly face, he looked a mere boy. It is long past Easter and there is still ice on the water and this morning there was snow A few yards away flowed the dark, cold river, muttering, dashing against the holes in the clayey banks as it tore along to the distant sea.
By the bank they were sitting on, loomed a great barge, which the ferrymen call a karbass. Far away and away, flashing out, flaring up, were fires crawling like snakes—last year's grass being burned. And behind the water again was darkness. Little banks of ice could be heard knocking against the barge It was very damp and cold The Tartar glanced at the sky.
There were as many stars as at home, and the darkness was the same, but something was missing. At home in the Simbirsk province the stars and the sky were altogether different.
God give every one such a life! Just look at me.
In a week's time the floods will be gone, and we will fix the ferry here, and all of you will go away into Siberia and I shall stay here, going to and fro.
I have been living thus for the last two-and-twenty years, but, thank God, I want nothing. God give everybody such a life.
When he dies, my mother and my wife have promised to come here. It's the devil tempting you, plague take him. Don't listen to the Evil One. · Anton Chekhov was born on January 29, and died on July 15, Anton Chekhov would have been 44 years old at the time of death or years old today.
Share to:monstermanfilm.com · This is one of the few stories that arose directly from Chekhov's extended trip to Sakhalin Island in (The others include Gusev and, to a lesser extent, Ward 6," both annotated in this database.). Old Semyon's gospel of resignation and acceptance appears at first to be spiritually enlightened, as well as highly adaptive to Siberian monstermanfilm.com short story by Anton Chekhov.
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About Anton Chekhov: One of Russia's greatest writers, Chekhov began his career writing jokes and anecdotes for popular magazines to support himself while he studied to become a doctor.
Between and his death he single-handedly revolutionized both the drama and the short monstermanfilm.com://monstermanfilm.com · Anton Chekhov is a gifted storyteller.
His story takes place in the heart of Siberia. His characters are cold and lonely convicts exiled from Russia, banished from the kind of civil government that Locke talks monstermanfilm.com Literature Network» Anton Chekhov» In Exile In Exile OLD SEMYON, nicknamed Canny, and a young Tatar, whom no one knew by name, were sitting on the river-bank by the camp-fire; the other three ferrymen were in the monstermanfilm.com