آنتون چخوف

Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

1860–1904تاگانروگ، روسیهداستان کوتاهبا ترجمه‌ی فارسی

نویسنده، نمایشنامه‌نویس و پزشکِ روس، یکی از بزرگ‌ترین استادان داستان کوتاه در ادبیات جهان. حدود ۶۰۰ داستان کوتاه و ۱۳ نمایشنامه از او بر جای مانده است. چخوف می‌گفت: «طبابت همسرِ قانونیِ من است و ادبیات معشوقه‌ام.» بنیان‌گذارِ مدرنیسم در داستان کوتاه، هنرمندِ ایجاز و دلالتِ غیرمستقیم.

داستان‌ها۶

The Bet / شرط

It was a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party one autumn evening. There had been many clever men there, and there had been interesting conversations.

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Vanka / وانکا

Vanka Zhukov, a boy of nine, who had been for three months apprenticed to Alyahin the shoemaker, was sitting up on Christmas Eve. Waiting till his master and mistress and their workmen had gone to the midnight service, he took out of his master's cupboard a bottle of ink and a pen with a rusty nib.

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The Lottery Ticket / بلیط بخت‌آزمایی

Ivan Dmitritch, a middle-class man who lived with his family on an income of twelve hundred a year and was very well satisfied with his lot, sat down on the sofa after supper and began reading the newspaper.

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The Death of a Government Clerk / مرگ یک کارمند دولت

One fine evening, a no less fine government clerk called Ivan Dmitritch Tchervyakov was sitting in the second row of the stalls, gazing through an opera-glass at the Cloches de Corneville. He gazed and felt at the acme of bliss. But suddenly... In stories one so often meets with this "But suddenly."

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The Chameleon / آفتاب‌پرست

The police superintendent Otchumyelov is walking across the market square wearing a new overcoat and carrying a parcel under his arm. A red-haired policeman strides after him with a sieve full of confiscated gooseberries in his hands. There is silence all around.

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Misery / غصه

The twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, caps. Iona Potapov, the sledge-driver, is all white like a ghost.

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