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  Swan Song
  by Anton Checkov
  PLAYS BY ANTON TCHEKOFF
  TRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN; WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY MARIAN FELL
  CONTENTS
  Introduction
  Chronological List of Works
  The Swan Song
  INTRODUCTION
  ANTON TCHEKOFF
  THE last years of the nineteenth century were for Russia tinged
  with doubt and gloom。 The high…tide of vitality that had risen
  during the Turkish war ebbed in the early eighties; leaving
  behind it a dead level of apathy which lasted until life was
  again quickened by the high interests of the Revolution。 During
  these grey years the lonely country and stagnant provincial towns
  of Russia buried a peasantry which was enslaved by want and toil;
  and an educated upper class which was enslaved by idleness and
  tedium。 Most of the 〃Intellectuals;〃 with no outlet for their
  energies; were content to forget their ennui in vodka and
  card…playing; only the more idealistic gasped for air in the
  stifling atmosphere; crying out in despair against life as they
  saw it; and looking forward with a pathetic hope to happiness for
  humanity in 〃two or three hundred years。〃 It is the inevitable
  tragedy of their existence; and the pitiful humour of their
  surroundings; that are portrayed with such insight and sympathy
  by Anton Tchekoff who is; perhaps; of modern writers; the dearest
  to the Russian people。
  Anton Tchekoff was born in the old Black Sea port of Taganrog on
  January 17; 1860。 His grandfather had been a serf; his father
  married a merchant's daughter and settled in Taganrog; where;
  during Anton's boyhood; he carried on a small and unsuccessful
  trade in provisions。 The young Tchekoff was soon impressed into
  the services of the large; poverty…stricken family; and he spoke
  regretfully in after years of his hard…worked childhood。 But he
  was obedient and good…natured; and worked cheerfully in his
  father's shop; closely observing the idlers that assembled there;
  and gathering the drollest stories; which he would afterward
  whisper in class to his laughing schoolfellows。 Many were the
  punishments which he incurred by this habit; which was
  incorrigible。
  His grandfather had now become manager of an estate near
  Taganrog; in the wild steppe country of the Don Cossacks; and
  here the boy spent his summers; fishing in the river; and roving
  about the countryside as brown as a gipsy; sowing the seeds of
  that love for nature which he retained all his life。 His evenings
  he liked best to spend in the kitchen of the master's house among
  the work people and peasants who gathered there; taking part in
  their games; and setting them all laughing by his witty and
  telling observations。
  When Tchekoff was about fourteen; his father moved the family to
  Moscow; leaving Anton in Taganrog; and now; relieved of work in
  the shop; his progress at school became remarkable。 At seventeen
  he wrote a long tragedy; which was afterward destroyed; and he
  already showed flashes of the wit that was soon to blaze into
  genius。
  He graduated from the high school at Taganrog with every honour;
  entered the University of Moscow as a student of medicine; and
  threw himself headlong into a double life of student and author;
  in the attempt to help his struggling family。
  His first story appeared in a Moscow paper in 1880; and after
  some difficulty he secured a position connected with several of
  the smaller periodicals; for which; during his student years; he
  poured forth a succession of short stories and sketches of
  Russian life with incredible rapidity。 He wrote; he tells us;
  during every spare minute; in crowded rooms where there was 〃no
  light and less air;〃 and never spent more than a day on any one
  story。 He also wrote at this time a very stirring
  blood…and…thunder play which was suppressed by the censor; and
  the fate of which is not known。
  His audience demanded laughter above all things; and; with his
  deep sense of the ridiculous; Tchekoff asked nothing better。 His
  stories; though often based on themes profoundly tragic; are
  penetrated by the light and subtle satire that has won him his
  reputation as a great humourist。 But though there was always a
  smile on his lips; it was a tender one; and his sympathy with
  suffering often brought his laughter near to tears。
  This delicate and original genius was at first subjected to harsh
  criticism; which Tchekoff felt keenly; and Trigorin's description
  in 〃The Sea…Gull〃 of the trials of a young author is a cry from
  Tchekoff's own soul。 A passionate enemy of all lies and
  oppression; he already foreshadows in these early writings the
  protest against conventions and rules; which he afterward put
  into Treplieff's reply to Sorin in 〃The Sea…Gull〃: 〃Let us have
  new forms; or else nothing at all。〃
  In 1884 he took his degree as doctor of medicine; and decided to
  practise; although his writing had by now taken on a professional
  character。 He always gave his calling a high place; and the
  doctors in his works are drawn with affection and understanding。
  If any one spoke slightingly of doctors in his presence; he would
  exclaim: 〃Stop! You don't know what country doctors do for the
  people!〃
  Tchekoff fully realised later the influence which his profession
  had exercised on his literary work; and sometimes regretted the
  too vivid insight it gave him; but; on the other hand; he was
  able to write: 〃Only a doctor can know what value my knowledge of
  science has been to me;〃 and 〃It seems to me that as a doctor I
  have described the sicknesses of the soul correctly。〃 For
  instance; Trigorin's analysis in 〃The Sea…Gull〃 of the state of
  mind of an author has well been called 〃artistic diagnosis。〃
  The young doctor…writer is described at this time as modest and
  grave; with flashes of brilliant gaiety。 A son of the people;
  there was in his face an expression that recalled the
  simple…hearted village lad; his eyes were blue; his glance full
  of intelligence and kindness; and his manners unaffected and
  simple。 He was an untiring worker; and between his patients and
  his desk he led a life of ceaseless activity。 His restless mind
  was dominated by a passion of energy and he thought continually
  and vividly。 Often; while jesting and talking; he would seem
  suddenly to plunge into himself; and his look would grow fixed
  and deep; as if he were contemplating something important and
  strange。 Then he would ask some unexpected question; which showed
  how far his mind had roamed。
  Success was now rapidly overtaking the young author; his first
  collection of stories appeared in 1887; another one in the same
  year had immediate success; and both went through many editions;
  but; at the same time; the shadows that darkened his later works
  began to creep over his light…hearted humour。
  His impressionable mind began to take on the grey tinge of his
  time; but much of his sadness may also be attributed to his
  ever…increasing ill health。
  Weary and with an obstinate cough; he went south in 1888; took a
  little cottage on the banks of a little river 〃abounding in fish
  and crabs;〃 and surrendered himself to his touching love for
  nature; happy in his passion for fishing; in the quiet of the
  country; and in the music and gaiety of the peasants。 〃One would
  gladly sell one's soul;〃 he writes; 〃for the pleasure of seeing
  the warm evening sky; and the streams and pools reflecting the
  darkly mournful sunset。〃 He described visits to his country
  neighbours and long drives in gay company; during which; he says;
  〃we ate every half hour; and laughed to the verge of colic。〃
  His health; however; did not improve。 In 1889 he began to have
  attacks of heart trouble; and the sensitive artist's nature
  appears in a remark which he made after one of them。 〃I walked
  quickly across the terrace on which the guests were assembled;〃
  he said; 〃with one idea in my mind; how awkward it would be to
  fall down and die in the presence of strangers。〃
  It was during this transition period of his life; when his
  youthful spirits were failing him; that the stage; for which he
  had always felt a fascination; tempted him to write 〃Ivanoff;〃
  and also a dramatic sketch in one act entitled 〃The Swan Song;〃
  though he often declared that he had no ambition to become a
  dramatist。 〃The Novel;〃 he wrote; 〃is a lawful wife; but the
  Stage is a noisy; flashy; and insol ent mistress。〃 He has put his
  opinion of the stage of his day in the mouth of Treplieff; in
  〃The Sea…Gull;〃 and he often refers to it in his letters as 〃an
  evil disease of the towns〃 and 〃the gallows on which dramatists
  are hanged。〃
  He wrote 〃Ivanoff 〃 at white…heat in two and a half weeks; as a
  protest against a play he had seen at one of the Moscow theatres。
  Ivanoff (from Ivan; the commonest of Russian names) was by no
  means meant to be a hero; but a most ordinary; weak man oppressed
  by the 〃immortal commonplaces of life;〃 with his heart and soul
  aching in the grip of circumstance; one of the many 〃useless
  people〃 of Russia for whose sorrow Tchekoff felt such
  overwhelming pity。 He saw nothing in their lives that could not
  be explained and pardoned; and he returns to his ill…fated;
  〃useless people〃 again and again; not to preach any doctrine of
  pessimism; but simply because he thought that t