![]() ![]() He saw on the floor near his face a great pool of blood, and was too weak to utter a word, but an unspeakable, infinite happiness flooded his whole being. He called Tanya, called to the great garden with the gorgeous flowers sprinkled with dew, called to the park, the pines with their shaggy roots, the rye-field, his marvellous learning, his youth, courage, joy - called to life, which was so lovely. Threw a spoiler tag on because it's the ending, but not a lot of actual spoiling here – just another perfect ending by Chekhov. ![]() all of it so sad and beautiful and redeeming. ![]() The way Chekhov describes nature, Kovrin's past, all that mattered and was truly good, the juxtaposition with his current state. I'm not sure why, but the ending hit me like a ton of bricks. I recently listened to Richard Armitage's narration of this story – an absolutely perfect job and free on Audible. ![]()
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