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"The Teacher of Literature I" is a collection of short stories and essays by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, showcasing his keen insights into human nature and society. The work reflects Chekhov's signature style, characterized by subtle humor, deep empathy, and a focus on the complexities of everyday life. The stories often explore themes of education, personal struggles, and the social dynamics of Russian life in the late 19th century, inviting readers to consider the broader implications of literature and the human experience. Chekhov's nuanced characters and vivid settings create a rich tapestry that highlights both the beauty and the challenges of existence.

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dining-room, Masha, left alone with Nikitin, pressed close to him and said: "You must speak to papa and Varya yourself; I am ashamed." After supper he talked to the old father. After listening to him, Shelestov thought a little and said: "I am very grateful for the honour you do me and my daughter, but let me speak to you as a friend. I will speak to you, not as a father, but as one gentleman to another. Tell me, why do you want to be married so young? Only peasants are married so young, and that, of course, is loutishness. But why should you? Where's the satisfaction of putting on the fetters at your age?" "I am not young!" said Nikitin, offended. "I am in my twenty-seventh year." "Papa, the farrier has come!" cried Varya from the other room. And the conversation broke off. Varya, Masha, and Polyansky saw Nikitin home. When they reached his gate, Varya said: "Why is it your mysterious Metropolit Metropolititch never shows himself anywhere? He might come and see us." The mysterious Ippolit Ippolititch was sitting on his bed, taking off his trousers, when Nikitin went in to him. "Don't go to bed, my dear fellow," said Nikitin breathlessly. "Stop a minute; don't go to bed!" Ippolit Ippolititch put on his trousers hurriedly and asked in a flutter: "What is it?" "I am going to be married." Nikitin sat down beside his companion, and looking at him wonderingly, as though surprised at himself, said: "Only fancy, I am going to be married! To Masha Shelestov! I made an offer today." "Well? She seems a good sort of girl. Only she is very young." "Yes, she is young," sighed Nikitin, and shrugged his shoulders with a careworn air. "Very, very young!" "She was my pupil at the high school. I know her. She wasn't bad at geography, but she was no good at history. And she was inattentive in class, too." Nikitin for some reason felt suddenly sorry for his companion, and longed to say something kind and comforting to him. "My dear fellow, why don't you get married?" he asked. "Why don't you marry Varya, for instance? She is a splendid, first-rate girl! It's true she is very fond of arguing, but a heart . . . what a heart! She was just asking about you. Marry her, my dear boy! Eh?" He knew perfectly well that Varya would not marry this dull, snub-nosed man, but still persuaded him to marry her--why? "Marriage is a serious step," said Ippolit Ippolititch after a moment's thought. "One has to look at it all round and weigh things thoroughly; it's not to be done rashly. Prudence is always a good thing, and especially in marriage, when a man, ceasing to be a bachelor, begins a new life." And he talked of what every one has known for ages. Nikitin did not stay to listen, said goodnight, and went to his own room. He undressed quickly and quickly got into bed, in order to be able to think the sooner of his happiness, of Masha, of the future; he smiled, then suddenly recalled that he had not read Lessing. "I must read him," he thought. "Though, after all, why should I? Bother him!" And exhausted by his happiness, he fell asleep at once and went on smiling till the morning. He dreamed of the thud of horses' hoofs on a wooden floor; he dreamed of the black horse Count Nulin, then of the white Giant and its sister Maika, being led out of the stable. II "It was very crowded and noisy in the church, and once some one cried out, and the head priest, who was marrying Masha and me, looked through his spectacles at the crowd, and said severely: 'Don't move about the church, and don't make a noise, but stand quietly and pray. You should have the fear of God in your hearts.' "My best men were two of my colleagues, and Masha's best men were Captain Polyansky and Lieutenant Gernet. The bishop's choir sang superbly. The sputtering of the candles, the brilliant light, the gorgeous dresses, the officers, the numbers of gay, happy faces, and a special ethereal look in Masha, everything together--the surroundings and the words of the wedding prayers--moved me to tears and filled me with triumph. I thought how my life had blossomed, how poetically it was shaping itself! Two years ago I was still a student, I was living in cheap furnished rooms, without money, without relations, and, as I fancied then, with nothing to look forward to. Now I am a teacher in the high school in one of the best provincial towns, with a secure income, loved, spoiled. It is for my sake, I thought, this crowd is collected, for my sake three candelabra have been lighted, the deacon is booming, the choir is doing its best; and it's for my sake that this young creature, whom I soon shall call my wife, is so young, so elegant, and so joyful. I recalled our first meetings, our rides into the country, my declaration of love and the weather, which, as though expressly, was so exquisitely fine all the summer; and the happiness which at one time in my old rooms seemed to me possible only in novels and stories, I was now experiencing in reality--I was now, as it were, holding it in my hands. "After the ceremony they all crowded in disorder round Masha and me, expressed their genuine pleasure, congratulated us and wished us joy. The brigadier-general, an old man of seventy, confined himself to congratulating Masha, and said to her in a squeaky, aged voice, so loud that it could be heard all over the church: "'I hope that even after you are married you may remain the rose you are now, my dear.' "The officers, the director, and all the teachers smiled from politeness, and I was conscious of an agreeable artificial smile on my face, too. Dear Ippolit Ippolititch, the teacher of history and geography, who always says what every one has heard before, pressed my hand warmly and said with feeling: "'Hitherto you have been unmarried and have lived alone, and now you are married and no longer single.' "From the church we went to a two-storied house which I am receiving as part of the dowry. Besides that house Masha is bringing me twenty thousand roubles, as well as a piece of waste land with a shanty on it, where I am told there are numbers of hens and ducks which are not looked after and are turning wild. When I got home from the church, I stretched myself at full length on the low sofa in my new study and began to smoke; I felt snug, cosy, and comfortable, as I never had in my life before. And meanwhile the wedding party were shouting 'Hurrah!' while a wretched band in the hall played flourishes and all sorts of trash. Varya, Masha's sister, ran into the study with a wineglass in her hand, and with a queer, strained expression, as though her mouth were full of water; apparently she had meant to go on further, but she suddenly burst out laughing and sobbing, and the wineglass crashed on the floor. We
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Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860–1904) was a Russian playwright and short story writer, widely regarded as one of the greatest masters of the contemporary short story and a pioneer of modern drama. His works often explore themes of human complexity, existential struggle, and the nuances of everyday life, characterized by their subtlety, humor, and profound perception of human nature. Chekhov's notable plays include "The Seagull," "Uncle Vanya," and "The Cherry Orchard," while his short stories, such as "The Lady with the Dog" and "The Bet," showcase his ability to capture fleeting moments of insight and emotional depth. His literary innovations have had a lasting influence on both literature and theater. more…

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