Title: Panic Fears
Date Read: 4th May 2010
Briefly: The narrator recounts the only three occasions in his life when he’s been truly scared.
Afterthoughts: Although this is one of the more atmospheric stories that I’ve encountered from the pen of Chekhov, it turns out being one of the most mediocre tales I’ve read too. It starts well enough, but ends without giving anything near the level of reading satisfaction that I’ve come to expect from the Russian storyteller. Not really one that you should go out of your way to read, unless you’re looking for a nice example of scene description.
Notable Quote: I led the horse down the hill and looked at the village. At the first glance one strange circumstance caught my attention: at the very top of the belfry, in the tiny window between the cupola and the bells, a light was twinkling. This light was like that of a smoldering lamp, at one moment dying down, at another flickering up. What could it come from?
Rating: 
*Story read as part of my Checkin’ Off The Chekhov Shorts reading challenge.
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