Indeed these are some of the very best short stories from Russian literature, which I have loved since I was a little girl. Gogol with his wittiness, Chekhov with his brutal satires, and Gorky's beautiful descriptions; it just does not get any better.
I will admit that loving the Russian novel is rather difficult, for it is a commitment that many are not willing to make; you enter into a contract to learn of excruciating detail of each character; some that are of great significance, and some that are merely a trifle and make no effect on the novel. They are long and require a sharp memory, and very very rich vocabulary. The Russian short story though, is so very easy to fall in love with and dedicate a lifelong commitment to. These stories offer social commentary, history, political criticisms, and such beauty in prose, all in a small number of pages bursting with readers' enjoyment.
The Russian short story writer offers you the inside story of those whom you are not; but it isn't a story someone else is telling you about those strangers, no, it is those very strangers telling you their story themselves. Each story is original, organic, and extremely painfully honest to a point that your tears may be jerked out of your sockets. What you will find here, my friend, you will not anywhere else. These stories are sincere and will touch your heart. Don't forget that the Russian writer did not have the luxury of expressing exactly what he thought, being under censorship from one regime or another over centuries, and therefore we get these painful- and weirdly enough, funny- stories, with much a hint about one or two things not clearly stated in the storyline.
I must get my hands on a Gogol and Chekhov short story collections!
Favorite quotes:
"I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous"
"obeying the praiseworthy custom of attacking those who cannot bite back"
"his snuff box, adorned with the portrait of some general, though what general is unknown, for the place where the face should have been had been rubbed through by the finger and a square bit of paper had been pasted over it."
"make yourself some gaiters out of it, because stockings are not warm. The Germans invented them in order to make more money."
"It is glorious weather, not a breath of wind, clear, and frosty; it is a dark eight, but the whole village, its white roofs and streaks of smoke from the chimneys, the trees silvered with hoar-frost, and the snowdrifts, you can see it all. The sky scintillates with bright twinkling stars, and the Milky Way stands out so clearly that it looks as if it had been polished and rubber over with snow for the holidays..."
"in our present state of culture, hunger of the mind is more quickly satisfied than hunger of the body."
"She was a tallish, powerfully built brunette, with black, bushy eyebrows and a large coarse face as if carved out by a hatchet-- the bestial gleam of her dark eyes, her thick bass voice, her cabman-like gait and her immense muscular vigor, worthy of a fishwife, inspired me with horror."
"and surrounded by darkness and empty waste, man trembled hopelessly before the dread of the Infinite"