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316 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 1950
Anton Chekhov and Gorky. 1900, Yalta. Whenever I see Chekov I think of Clapton, which is rather a fab mental association.
MAKAR CHUDRA: A cold damp wind came out of the sea, wafting over the steppe the pensive melody of the waves breaking on the shore and the rustle of the dry bushes. See! the reading life is a tough one - what the finnegans was that first sentence?
AT THE SALT MARSH: "Go to the salt marsh, mate. You can always get a job there. Any time at all." The marsh is set near Ochakov, a town on the coast of the Black Sea, Ukaraine, five versts away from from the duck hunter cum fisherman who spoke those first lines. A brutish tale of how man can become a beast if he is expected to work and live like one. From 1893
OLD IZERGIL: THESE STORIES were told to me on the shore of the sea near Akkarman, in Bessarabia. Thee tales of myth, legend and superstition on the steppes. 1894
CHELKASH:THE BLUE southern sky was so obscured by dust that it had a murky look. The hot sun stared down at the greenish sea as through a thin grey veil.Where stevedores are dwarved by leviathan ships, there lingers the eponymous barefoot thief. 1894
ABOUT A LITTLE BOY AND A LITTLE GIRL WHO DID NOT FREEZE TO DEATH:A christmas story: IT has become the custom to freeze a number of little boys and girls to death once a year in Christmas stories. Least of the stories.
SONG OF THE FALCON: THE BOUNDLESS sea, lapped lazily where the shore-line ran, slumbering motionless in the distance, was steeped in the blue moonlight. I have a problem with this opening, is it the translator or did Gorky himself make an error with his scene-setting. LATER: as with story #1, the more I re-read this beginning the more it came to make sense, and to be totally honest, cannot see why I should find it so jarring in the first place. C'est la vie. A parable related by the Muslim herdsman, Ragim. From 1895
EXPOSURE: Down the village street, past its white clay huts, moved a crowd of people shouting loudly. Two page eye-account on the practice of a deceived husband GBH-ing his wife in public.
A MITE OF A GIRL: "JUST a mite of a girl she was stranger." Every time I recall this phrase, two pairs of old and feeble eyes smile at me through the years - smile with a soft and tender smile full of love and compassion; and I hear two cracked voices impressing on me in identical tones that she was just "a mite of a girl." A snippet of a tale from two travelling geriatrics. This one will stay with me a while I think. 1895
KOLUSHA: IN THE paupers corner of the cemetary among the leaf-strewn, rain-washed, wind-worn grave mounds, a woman in a worn gingham dress and with a black shawl over her head was sitting on one of the graves in the lacy shadow cast by two sickly birches.
Gorky with Joseph Stalin near the Kremlin in 1931