Date Read: 03 January 2017
Word Count: 2230
Briefly: Preparations for Epiphany celebrations are under way, and as usual the peasant Seryozhka is his short-tempered and angry self.
Afterthoughts: I rather enjoyed this quick peak into the ritual of the Russian celebration of Epiphany, or rather (mostly) the preparations for it. And in typical Chehovian style we’re treated to an insight on a more humanistic level; one which pays more than a passing nod to the artist and his (her) propensity for the overdramatic and precise. Lovely stuff!
Notable Quote: “Matvey takes the compasses from Seryozhka’s hands, and, shuffling heavily on the same spot and jerking with his elbows in all directions, he begins awkwardly trying to describe a circle on the ice. Seryozhka screws up his eyes contemptuously and obviously enjoys his awkwardness and incompetence.
“Eh-eh-eh!” he mutters angrily. “Even that you can’t do! The fact is you are a stupid peasant, a wooden-head! You ought to be grazing geese and not making a Jordan! Give the compasses here! Give them here, I say!””
*Story read as part of my Checkin’ Off The Chekhov Shorts reading challenge.