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Title: The Wife and Other Stories
Author: Anton Chekhov
Translator: Constance Garnett
Release Date: February 25, 2006 [EBook #1883]
Last Updated: November 26, 2012
Language: English
Produced by James Rusk and David Widger
THE WIFE AND OTHER STORIES
By
Anton Tchekhov
THE TALES OF CHEKHOV VOLUME 5 Translated by CONSTANCE GARNETT
THE WIFE DIFFICULT PEOPLE THE GRASSHOPPER A DREARY STORY THE PRIVY COUNCILLOR THE MAN IN A CASE GOOSEBERRIES ABOUT LOVE THE LOTTERY TICKET |
THE WIFE
I
I RECEIVED the following letter:
"DEAR SIR, PAVEL ANDREITCH!
"Not far from you—that is to say, in the village of Pestrovo—very distressing incidents are taking place, concerning which I feel it my duty to write to you. All the peasants of that village sold their cottages and all their belongings, and set off for the province of Tomsk, but did not succeed in getting there, and have come back. Here, of course, they have nothing now; everything belongs to other people. They have settled three or four families in a hut, so that there are no less than fifteen persons of both sexes in each hut, not counting the young children; and the long and the short of it is, there is nothing to eat. There is famine and there is a terrible pestilence of hunger, or spotted, typhus; literally every one is stricken. The doctor's assistant says one goes into a cottage and what does one see Every one is sick, every one delirious, some laughing, others frantic; the huts are filthy; there is no one to fetch them water, no one to give them a drink, and nothing to eat but frozen potatoes. What can Sobol (our Zemstvo doctor) and his lady assistant do when more than medicine the peasants need bread which they have not? The District Zemstvo refuses to assist them, on the ground that their names have been taken off the register of this district, and that they are now reckoned as inhabitants of Tomsk; and, besides, the Zemstvo has no money.
"Laying these facts before you, and knowing your humanity, I beg you not to refuse immediate help.
"Your well-wisher."
Obviously the letter was written by the doctor with the animal name* or his lady assistant. Zemstvo doctors and their assistants go on for years growing more and more convinced every day that they can do nothing, and yet continue to receive their salaries from people who are living upon frozen potatoes, and consider they have a right to judge whether I am humane or not.