Letters of Anton Chekhov (Tchekhov) - Penn State University

Letters of Anton Chekhov to His Family and Friends with biographical sketch… I settled down last night to write a story for the Novoye Vremya,but a woman appeared and dragged me to see the poet Palmin who,when he was drunk, had fallen and cut his forehead to the bone. Iwas busy over the drunken fellow for nearly two hours, was tiredout, began to smell of iodoform all over, felt cross, and came homeexhausted …. Altogether my life is a dreary one, and I begin to getfits of hating people which used never to happen to me before. Longstupid conversations, visitors, people asking for help, and helpingthem to the extent of one or two or three roubles, spending moneyon cabs for the sake of patients who do not pay me a penny—altogether it is such a hotch-potch that I feel like running awayfrom home. People borrow money from me and don’t pay it back,they take my books, they waste my time.... Blighted love is the onething that is missing.102