The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories. Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

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       Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

      The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664094414

Table of Contents

       THE LADY WITH THE DOG

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       A DOCTOR'S VISIT

       AN UPHEAVAL

       IONITCH

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY

       THE BLACK MONK

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       VI

       VII

       VIII

       IX

       VOLODYA

       AN ANONYMOUS STORY

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       VI

       VII

       VIII

       IX

       X

       XI

       XII

       XIII

       XIV

       XV

       XVI

       XVII

       XVIII

       THE HUSBAND

THE LADY WITH THE DOG

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      IT was said that a new person had appeared on the sea-front: a lady with a little dog. Dmitri Dmitritch Gurov, who had by then been a fortnight at Yalta, and so was fairly at home there, had begun to take an interest in new arrivals. Sitting in Verney's pavilion, he saw, walking on the sea-front, a fair-haired young lady of medium height, wearing a béret; a white Pomeranian dog was running behind her.

      And afterwards he met her in the public gardens and in the square several times a day. She was walking alone, always wearing the same béret, and always with the same white dog; no one knew who she was, and every one called her simply "the lady with the dog."

      "If she is here alone without a husband or friends, it wouldn't be amiss to make her acquaintance," Gurov reflected.

      He was under forty, but he had a daughter already twelve years old, and two sons at school. He had been married young, when he was a student in his second year, and by now his wife seemed half as old again as he. She was a tall, erect woman with dark eyebrows, staid and dignified, and, as she said of herself, intellectual. She read a great deal, used phonetic spelling, called her husband, not Dmitri, but Dimitri, and he secretly considered her unintelligent, narrow, inelegant, was afraid of her, and did not like to be at home. He had begun being unfaithful to her long ago—had been unfaithful to her often, and, probably on