Anton Chekhov: Medicine is my wife and literature is my lover

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The Russian writer Anton Chekhov addressed his autobiography, which is not worth mentioning, as he points out in what the 32-year-old wrote in 1892 and is a quiet character, by saying:

“I was born in Taganrog in 1860. In 1879 I completed high school in Taganrog. In 1884 I graduated from the Medical Faculty of the University of Moscow. In 1888 I received the Pushkin Prize. In 1890 I traveled to Sakhalin made by Siberia and returned by sea.In 1891 I toured Europe, where I drank very good wine and ate shellfish (…) I started writing in 1879 (…) I also worked in dramatic field “I’m starting to recognize the secrets of love when I was 13. I’m maintaining excellent relationships with fellow doctors and writers. I’m single.”

This is all that Chekhov considers worthy of saying about himself. The fact that he looks at the world rather than himself has to do not only with personal attitude, but also with background and experience. His childhood is virtually non-existent, his youth is hard, full of hardship, without joy; However, it develops a kind of sunny disposition. He is funny and knows how to find something funny, even in the most unworthy situation.

He has basically nothing to laugh about: at home reigns the father, who beats his wife and six children, but bows and crawls before the rich and powerful. In Taganrog, Chekhov’s hometown on the Azov Sea, he runs a general store that sells less than necessities; The family lives in extreme poverty, something Chekhov has never forgotten.

It’s amazing how Chekhov handled his terrifying childhood. Rarely defeated, he arms himself with a visceral hilarity that allows him to target people while remaining undercover. In the family, the calming effect is; Even a short-tempered father gave up in the long run in the face of the power of his third son’s personality disguised as good nature.

Anton Chekhov completed his studies and began studying medicine in Moscow. He is known for his ingenuity and eloquence and quickly wrote pointed and humorous short stories one after the other. Fees are meager, but the amount makes the difference: Chekhov becomes the breadwinner for the family who moved to Moscow before him. In May 1884, he received his MD, and although he wanted to comment on this event at best as a joke, he was still proud of it.

For him, it goes without saying that he follows two main issues, which he believes complement each other perfectly: “Medicine is my legal wife, and literature is my lover. When one gets on my nerves, I sleep with the others overnight. It is inappropriate. if I want to, but it’s not boring.That’s why.None of them were lost because they broke my faith.If I did not have my medicine, I would not devote my excess thoughts to literature in my spare time do not have… “

In the same way, love was taken care of. One can not ask for more than a legal wife and mistress to go out with many, if not all. The fact that love is still happily praised as a “heavenly force”, even though divorce lawyers have a lot to do, shows that it is harder than one might think and close to the philosopher Schopenhauer’s view, which says: “The marriage means doing you. the best thing is to be sexy. disgust for others. “

In this context, if you are curious about how Chekhov thinks about love, you are referred to a wonderful talk book called Spring Fever, which contains his early and late love stories. We associate the title with a timeless spirit of optimism that we do not want to give up no matter what age group we are in. Chekhov is well aware of these feelings, but he also knows that they have their pitfalls. Because love is shy, it is very sensitive and gives up hope when the tone of voice is not right and remains the supernatural that was once sought.

On top of that, she unfortunately allows herself to go: “She sacrificed everything for the bond with her: career, fame, comfort (…) She devours everything, everything, fervently! I hate her, I despise her … I should have released her a long time ago, but I did not, because lawyers are asking for four thousand for divorce … We have not had any children yet … Do you want to know her name? you … It’s my hair, reminds us of the soft air … It’s called – laziness. “

Anton Chekhov, who was ill with tuberculosis, died on July 2, 1904 in the spa town of Badenweiler, Germany. He used to say, “I was just the agent, not the master, in my life,” and that’s true of all of us.

Chekhov was a wonderful composer and thrifty of language, and not only wrote the single, often varied song of human inactivity, but also traced the melancholy that tickled us.

“Everything looks different. You drive your car and suddenly you see a silhouette in front of the road that reminds you of a monk (…) the figure comes closer and grows and you see it is not a human, but a single forest or a large rock. These motionless waiting figures stand on the hills, hiding behind cars. hand or peek through the bushes, they all look like people and arouse suspicion. “

It goes without saying that Chekhov was one of the most important writers of his time, and his plays are still performed all over the world. His impressive collection of works has had a major impact on many international writers and novelists such as James Joyce, Ernest Hemingway, Tennessee Williams and Henry Miller.

Chekhov was known for his sarcastic remarks, and his love of theater from an early age. In his childhood he called the masters of local theater, satirical nicknames, participated in acting as comic characters, and from there it can be said that Chekhov wrote his first short works.

Chekhov did not leave an opportunity to learn about the secrets of the human soul, but to seize them. He made a trip to the Far East of Russia, to what is known as the penal colony, and there met and interviewed those who had been sentenced to hard labor.

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