Suvorin saw him back to his own hotel and had a bed prepared for Chekhov in one of the rooms of the suite. Suvorin and two waiters helped him to the gentlemen’s room and tried to stanch the flow of blood with ice packs. He had just been seated across the table from Suvorin when suddenly, without warning, blood began gushing from his mouth. It was brilliantly illuminated by ornate chandeliers, the tables occupied by elegantly dressed men and women. He shook hands with the maître d’, and with a glance took in the large dining room. He looked that night very much as he looks in the photographs taken of him during this period. Chekhov was impeccably dressed, as always – a dark suit and waistcoat, his usual pince-nez. Naturally, they went to the best restaurant in the city, a former town house called the Hermitage – a place where it could take hours, half the night even, to get through a ten-course meal that would, of course, include several wines, liqueurs, and coffee. Nevertheless, Suvorin was one of Chekhov’s few intimates, and Chekhov enjoyed his company. Otherwise, politically and temperamentally, they were miles apart.
They had that in common: each had peasant’s blood in his veins. Like Chekhov, he was the grandson of a serf. This Suvorin was a very rich newspaper and book publisher, a reactionary, a self-made man whose father was a private at the battle of Borodino. ON THE evening of 22 March 1897, he went to dinner in Moscow with his friend and confidant Alexei Suvorin. Yet, this doesn’t ease the conflict.Īfter Olga stops talking, the valet reaches down without looking and picks up the cork.CHEKHOV. While she is telling him of the errand, he grows pale and this could be a reflection of him realizing what has happened. His imaginings and her directions intermingle as we get glimpes of the futureĮvents. Giving him explicit directions, he imagines how he will successfully complete the errand. After a few moments, Olga comes to and gives the valet an errand. The mid-point is actually pretty elaborate. He feels compelled to pick up the cork, but does not want to intrude or bring attention to himself. He inspects the roomĪnd notices the cork resting near his foot. Olga is still grieving, so she ignores him for few minutes.
He arrives in the morning bearing a vase with flowers. We can also interpret the first narrative as the opening. He has recently woke up and his appearance is unkempt. The unnamed hotel valet is the protagonist. We must face the fact that we will die and make peace with it.ĭoes the theme represent a truth in life? Chekhov, though in a lot of pain and having a hard time breathing, says, “It’s been so long since I’ve had champagne.” He drinks, then Use? Before it arrives, I’ll be a corpse.”ĭr Schworher orders champagne. Chekov finally admits his condition by saying, “What’s the The doctor states he will have oxygen brought to the room. He must face his illness and his death.ĭr Schwohrer visits him during the final moments. Chekov repeatedly denies the truth of his His condition worsens, so he visits a health spa. While at a equisite restaurant, Chekov hemorrhages and is taken home. The inciding incident happens at the beginning of the story. We could also identify Dr Schworhrer as the protagonist for the first half, but it would be a different theme. I provided most of the first analysis, but you will fill in the gaps and finish the second.Īnton Chekov is the protagonist for the first narrative. The two contrast nicely as we view death from two perspectives those who are close to the deceased and the others.įor this reason, we will analyze the story twice. The second narrative is fiction as there is no account of the event because who would worry about the
The first narrative is a creative non-fiction piece that relies on the diaries and biographiesĮntries of the events surrounding Chekhov’s illness and death. The first narrative being the illness and death of AntonĬheckov, and the second being the narrative of the unnamed hotel valet. I would argue it actually two narratives wrap in another loose narrative.
My colleagues and adultįriends call me Wilbur. For example, my wife, family, and childhood friends call me Trey, a nickname). Is a similar practice but less prominent practice in the US. People who have significant positions or wealth have several names they are called depending on the closeness of the relationship.
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