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This short story is my fourth read for my Deal Me In Challenge 2015.
What happened to Narcissus when he looked at his own reflection in the pool? This beautiful hunter from Boeotia fell in love with himself, and in fact was so deeply infatuated, in his self-obsession he fell into the pool and drowned. Not a very fitting end for one with so much promise.
In Chekhov's story we meet the Princess, a lovely young woman who arrives at an isolated monastery for a night's stay. She is so thrilled to be there, gushing effusively about the setting and the priests and brothers who have received her. She wants to forget her life in the city and the monastery and its occupants give her the tools to do so. But the reader soon realizes that her arrival, instead of being a moment of interest and delight, is instead looked upon with discomfort and even dread by the good brothers of the monastery, and one feels that the Princess, in spite of her outward joie-de-vivre and vivacious personality, is only noticing the benefits that she gets from her visit, without concern for anything or anyone around her.
Soon she meets Mikhail Ivanovitch there, a doctor whom she'd earlier employed in her service, but instead of a warm reception for her, the doctor's replies drip icicles. Our poor, puzzled Princess cannot understand ..... why the reserve, especially when she condoles with him upon the death of his wife, an event that is certainly sad, but of course, life must go on. When she mentions the mistakes she's made in life and the doctor agrees, she begs him to enlighten her. Perhaps she should have been more careful in what she asked for. Directly he begins to catalogue her offenses, taking her to task for her lack of sympathy, her greed, her complete disdain for the feelings of others .......... in fact, the whole system of life that she has built around her is false and cruel, breeding those traits, and choking out any love or caring. She has replaced God with herself, and therefore is no longer able to understand the creation in which she lives.
Oh! The Princess is hurt, she is distraught, she is devasted! That cruel, uneducated, ill-bred man! How could he speak so to her, to HER, a princess?! She must use her only defence against these horrid accusations, and so she begins to cry. The doctor is immediately contrite and leaves her. When they meet the next day, the princess is once again herself, gay and blithe as she prepares to leave, expecting everyone to admire and entertain her even as she promises to come again soon. The unpleasantness of the day before is blotted from memory as once more she strives to be the centre of the world.
In spite of the inclination to laugh at the princess' stupidity and complete self-absorption, this story is quite a tragic one. Her character is certainly one of a narcissist, and anything that exists around her, merely exists for her alone. She is devoid of the character traits that make one truly human and, therefore, is not much better than a beast.
On November 15, 1888, Chekhov wrote to his publisher, stating that he was writing a story about a "vile woman". Three days later Chekhov wrote, "I want to write protest stories this season ------ I must learn the knack, but it bores me because I'm not used to it," which makes one wonder if the doctor's social protest was supposed to be the hub of the story. In any case, both character's roles offered a ripe opportunity for social and psychological examination. This was an excellent story that certainly makes me want to read more of Chekhov's works.
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In Chekhov's story we meet the Princess, a lovely young woman who arrives at an isolated monastery for a night's stay. She is so thrilled to be there, gushing effusively about the setting and the priests and brothers who have received her. She wants to forget her life in the city and the monastery and its occupants give her the tools to do so. But the reader soon realizes that her arrival, instead of being a moment of interest and delight, is instead looked upon with discomfort and even dread by the good brothers of the monastery, and one feels that the Princess, in spite of her outward joie-de-vivre and vivacious personality, is only noticing the benefits that she gets from her visit, without concern for anything or anyone around her.
Soon she meets Mikhail Ivanovitch there, a doctor whom she'd earlier employed in her service, but instead of a warm reception for her, the doctor's replies drip icicles. Our poor, puzzled Princess cannot understand ..... why the reserve, especially when she condoles with him upon the death of his wife, an event that is certainly sad, but of course, life must go on. When she mentions the mistakes she's made in life and the doctor agrees, she begs him to enlighten her. Perhaps she should have been more careful in what she asked for. Directly he begins to catalogue her offenses, taking her to task for her lack of sympathy, her greed, her complete disdain for the feelings of others .......... in fact, the whole system of life that she has built around her is false and cruel, breeding those traits, and choking out any love or caring. She has replaced God with herself, and therefore is no longer able to understand the creation in which she lives.
Oh! The Princess is hurt, she is distraught, she is devasted! That cruel, uneducated, ill-bred man! How could he speak so to her, to HER, a princess?! She must use her only defence against these horrid accusations, and so she begins to cry. The doctor is immediately contrite and leaves her. When they meet the next day, the princess is once again herself, gay and blithe as she prepares to leave, expecting everyone to admire and entertain her even as she promises to come again soon. The unpleasantness of the day before is blotted from memory as once more she strives to be the centre of the world.
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In spite of the inclination to laugh at the princess' stupidity and complete self-absorption, this story is quite a tragic one. Her character is certainly one of a narcissist, and anything that exists around her, merely exists for her alone. She is devoid of the character traits that make one truly human and, therefore, is not much better than a beast.
On November 15, 1888, Chekhov wrote to his publisher, stating that he was writing a story about a "vile woman". Three days later Chekhov wrote, "I want to write protest stories this season ------ I must learn the knack, but it bores me because I'm not used to it," which makes one wonder if the doctor's social protest was supposed to be the hub of the story. In any case, both character's roles offered a ripe opportunity for social and psychological examination. This was an excellent story that certainly makes me want to read more of Chekhov's works.
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This sounds a great read! I'm aiming to read some Chekhov later this year so I'll look out for it :)
ReplyDeleteThe end was actually quite chilling. That people can be so completely blind to truth and their actions, makes you stop and think. It reminded me of Hitler .......
DeleteChekhov ia a great short story teller.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to more of your reviews with Chekhov as author!
Chekhov"said once.... "medicine is may lawful wife and literature is my mistress.!
I'm very interested in reading more of him. For claiming not to know how to write protest stories, he did a fantastic job.
DeleteI thought I had read all of Chekov's stories but I don't remember this one. I'll have to look it up. Thanks for the review!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Sharon. Since you're familiar with Chekhov, if you have any of his works that you'd recommend, please let me know.
DeleteYou've piqued my interest. Sounds unusual.
ReplyDeleteIt's a nice short read that leaves you thinking. I always like writing such as this.
DeleteI've only read a few of Chekhov's stories, but I really enjoyed "The
ReplyDeleteBet" last year. This one sounds very good!
I think I have The Bet but in my collection, it's called The Wager. Thanks, Dale. I'll have to check it out.
DeleteI have had very limited experience in reading Anton Chekhov though I loved "Three Sisters". This is I must explore!
ReplyDeleteAh, another Chekhov story to investigate! I wish I could read Russian but I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Sadly .......
Delete"Her character is certainly one of a narcissist, and anything that exists around her, merely exists for her alone. She is devoid of the character traits that make one truly human and, therefore, is not much better than a beast."
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
She has exactly the character traits that make her "truly human."
Great Story !
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