A week from today, I begin the 2019 postings. Yes, I’ve decided to continue with the challenge, despite Chekhov. And, yes, I’ll read Chekhov in 2019, despite his frequent ghastliness.
Why? Because he writes like an angel, that’s why.
So, in 2019, my cards will deal me thus:
HEARTS: Short stories by Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt
SPADES: One of the many online short story depositories
DIAMONDS: One of several online fairy tale depositories
And now, brace yourselves.
by Anton Chekhov
Zotov, an impoverished old man, infuriated by his poverty and by the dependence on him of a starving dog and starving horse, vacillates between driving them away and keeping them around to vent on.
His merchant friend, tired of giving him oats for the horse, suggests he have the dependents slaughtered. He says that if Zotov won’t die, he should go live with relatives.
Zotov, buzzed on his friend’s tea and fuddled with his friend’s vodka, sets off for his niece’s farm. His horse and dog follow him, against his will. The knacker’s yard lies between home and the farm. A quick death is better than starving alone, so Zotov, only half-conscious, puts his dependents out of their misery.
But that isn’t the end of all dependents, because Zotov.
Why do I want to read Chekhov stories, when he always wrings my heart out? Because he always wrings my heart out. That’s good for a person. Keeps the heart tender and human. Reading Chekhov ≠ heart of stone.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about dependents.