契诃夫的优秀小说所具有的社会意义和艺术价值是永远不可磨灭的，而他的民主主义精神面貌是任何投机文人都歪曲不了的。契诃夫将永远和进步人类在一起。
　　世界文学名著表现了作者描述的特定时代的文化。阅读这些名著可以领略著者流畅的文笔、逼真的描述、详细的刻画，让读者如同置身当时的历史文化之中。为此，我们将这套精心编辑的“名著典藏”奉献给广大读者。

　　“You must excuse my looking at you like this，” she said。 N61 have been told so much about you。 Especially by Dr。 Blagovo； he is simply in love with you。 And I have made the acquaintance of your sister too； a sweet， dear girl， but I can never persuade her that there is nothing awful about your adopting the simple life。 On the contrary， you have become the most interesting man in the town。“
　　She looked again at the pail of paste and the wallpaper， and went on：
　　“I asked Dr。 Blagovo to make me better acquainted with you， but apparently he forgot， or had not time。 Anyway， we are acquainted all the same， and if you would come and see me quite simply I should be extremely indebted to you。 I so long to have a talk。 I am a simple person，” she added， holding out her hand to me， “and I hope that you will feel no constraint with me。 My father is not here， he is in Petersburg。”
　　She went offinto the readirig-room， rustling her skirts， while I went home， and for a long time could not get to sleep。 That cheerless autumn some kind soul， evidently wishing to alleviate my existence， sent me fi：om time to time tea and lemons， or biscuits， or roast game。 Karpovna told me that they were always brought by a soldier， and from whom they came she did not know； and the soldier used to enquire whether I was well， and whether I dined every day， and whether I had warm clothing。 When the frosts began I was presented in the same way in my absence with a soft knitted scarf brought by the soldier。 There was a faint elusive smell of scent about it， and I guessed who my good fairy was。 The scarf smelt of   And when the flunkey whispered to him what I was， the son of Poloznev the architect， he became embarrassed， turned crimson， but immediately recovered himself and said： “Devil take him。”
　　In the shops they palmed off on us workmen putrid meat， musty flour， and tea that had been used and dried again； the police hustled us in church， the assistants and nurses in the hospital plundered us， and if we were too poor to give them a bribe they revenged themselves by bringing us food in dirty vessels。 In the post-office the pettiest official considered he had a right to treat us like animals， and to shout with coarse insolence： “You wait！” “Where are you shoving to？” Even the housedogs were unfriendly to us， and fell upon us with peculiar viciousness。 But the thing that struck me most of all in my new position was the complete lack of justice， what is defined by the peasants in the words： “They have forgotten God。” Rarely did a day pass without swindling。 We were swindled by the merchants who sold us oil， by the contractors and the workmen and the people who employed us。 I need not say that there could never be a question of our rights， and we always had to ask for the money we earned as though it were a charity， and to stand waiting for it at the back door， cap in
　　hand。
　　I was papering a room at the club next to the reading-room； in the evening， when I was just getting ready to go， the daughter of Dolzhikov， the engineer， walked into the room with a bundle of books under her arm。
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