"Mamma, bring the wine, and the savouries. I haven't been to the flat once, would you believe it? I was all by myself caught in this storm. On rainy days he did not come to the summer villa, but stayed in town; damp, rainy weather affected his bronchitis and prevented him from working. I told him there was no need to have it, but no, 'It is for the sake of your health,' he said, and what is wrong with my health? Nadyezhda Filippovna looked indifferently at her mother, got up, and began walking up and down the room. The claim was made by … In the morning the rain was not pattering on the panes, but the sky was still grey. He hasn't been here for five days. "Here I am," he said gaily, coming into his mother-in-law's room and pretending not to notice their stern and tear-stained faces. For men, being tall is considered desirable, but Allan Mott, who is about 7in (18cm) shorter than the average Canadian man, has come to embrace his height - or lack of it. . The trees stood looking mournful, and at every gust of wind they scattered drops. "How do you know?" He is not going to deceive you, and how dare he? And the old lady herself sobbed and gesticulated, and she felt faint, too, and lay down on her trunk. "What a jealous girl you are! Towards evening Kvashin arrived. It was one of those disgusting summer holiday rains which, when they have begun, last a long time -- for weeks, till the frozen holiday maker grows used to it, and sinks into complete apathy. ", "All serene," thought Kvashin, as he lay down on the well-filled feather bed. The wind was howling, the leaves from the trees were rustling. !A TERRIBLE STORM!!! I gave twenty thousand roubles with you! He wrapped himself up, got warm, and as he dozed off, he said to himself: Return to the Anton Chekhov Home Page, or . uttering nothing but: "Not at home! Both looked at the cards and imagined how their Alexey Stepanovitch, utterly forlorn, was sitting now in the town in his gloomy, empty study and working, hungry, exhausted, yearning for his family. Short Story. In restaurants and taverns. Once upon a time… There was a boy called John who really loved going to the beach. Where is Alexey Stepanovitch?". Though we are of the merchant class, yet he has no right, for you are his lawful wife! "My dear man," cried the old lady, jumping up, "why am I sitting here? Controlling the humidity, equator temperature, and the pole temperature, you can make a wide range of weather situations like blizzards to stormy days. Kvashin, who smelt of madeira and liqueurs and who could scarcely breathe from repletion, complained of being hungry, forced himself to munch and kept on talking of the meeting of Shipunov's and Ivantchikov's creditors, while his wife and mother-in-law could not take their eyes off his face, and both thought: "How clever and kind he is! Goodness knows where he dines and lunches. Chekhov practised as a medical doctor throughout most of his literary career: 'Medicine is my lawful wife', he once said, 'and literature is my mistress.” This collection of ten of his best short stories include: Bad Weather Betrothed Boots Boys Champagne Children Choristers Darkness Difficult People Dreams It was only half an hour in the train to the town, and then twenty minutes in a cab. It was one of those disgusting summer holiday rains which, when they have begun, last a long time -- for weeks, till the frozen holiday maker grows used to it, and sinks into complete apathy. How handsome! 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