''Anyuta'' a short story by Anton Chekov

    I never knew how to start my posts on this blog. I was an amateur-still I am-, always self-conscious and that makes my writing artificial I think, particularly at the beginnings of them. But it looks like to me I am thriving gradually and my writing is being more flourish! And now I'm trying my first English blog post. It could be not very good (I hope it won't) and unnatural.

   I love Chekhov and have read Chekhov for couple years. I read lots and lots of stories by him and I think he is my favorite author(s). It is ridiculous I said this for all of the books' authors that posted about. But I sincerely love Chekhov, he has a special importance for me. I like his themes. I feel and understand him because I think I found similarities within my life and his life and his ideas and thoughts about his physical and social environment. I'd read his biography and essays about him. I just admire him so much! 

  Anyuta, what a cute spelling what a cute mixture of vowels and consonants I write it lowercase utter it with lowercase then escalate, louder utter with all that enthusiasm, anyuta anyuta anyuta! Oh I love language so much! Anyuta anyuta!

   When I was reading the part where Anyuta takes the four pieces of sugar for her partner and putting it on the table initially I felt very sad and I felt the lump in my throat I put the book on my face wide open. Then I couldn't help my laughter. It was very intense moment and I think this is why we love literature, I felt my blood in my veins on my face, ıt was a moment of catharsis. It was  beautiful.

   The medical student is numb. I just despise him and persons like him because numbness is not something alien I think within my environment, the place where I reside. I'm picturing if I read this towards an audience to a common audience with very high possibility they could laugh obnoxiously. Then could make fun of Anyuta. Because they are obnoxious! Seriously I hate the place where I live and that short story just reminds me how obnoxious they are. Once I write something about trees in class for an activity-anonymously- ,and the teacher read. Then literally laughter shouted across the disgusting class! You pigs how dare! People are extremely idiotic and they don't have human feelings I have infered- in country where I live. But actually I've made this inference before many times. I still do. But I'm not going to need to make this inference in near future. That inference just summons the idea that maybe some people not really have any different value compared to a pig -pigs have value too for sure but.. And that I idea actually scares me I don't really want to be exposed that madness that obnoxious environment. I want free my mind. And Anyuta just feeding my mind! Freeing it! Escaping...

   I've written about trees there because trees are beautiful. Birds and flowers are beauties that make life is life. Only blinds with eyes can't understand it. Who cares, everything's okay then!

   I think one of the most impressive part of the story about the identities of the charachters. Imagine a doctor who can't see people's pains even if his partner. Anyuta was suffering from the cold and student didn't even care. On the other hand while He was drawing lines with coal on Anyuta's body and ironically Anyuta was worrying about his partner if he see she suffer from cold and stop the studying on her and if he gets low from te exam because of this. O Anyuta! O that irony! What an author Chekhov! Is he a doctor? No, with that apathy. And the painter? It is bit indirect but painter is not a painter too. İmagine a painter cannot paint others pain. İf a painter cannot see other people's feelings and suffering, painter can't paint anything.  

  And What Anyuta has done? Anyuta when she was leaving the room forever she saw the four piece of sugars and showed them, give them to student. She was embarrased... Climax! Fabulous!

   And for those who can't feel who have indifference to their environment I think for them values lost their values. For those blind to other's especially sufferings. The painter literally condemned to the medical student. That condemn was hollow and unimportant thing actually. Everything was untiedy in the room and maybe in his life and maybe there were so much obstacles in the student's life and everything was obnoxious and disgusting. But there was Anyuta on the same position... Staying in the corner... Sewing his shirt... Student was dreaming after he graduated after he has a maybe upper class lady. And a better house instead of his untiedy room. And instead of Anyuta who stay at the corner of the room  for sure too. That was worthy thing for either of them they think- painter and student. Cultured gentlemens they are after all. That's called utter Vulgarity! Blindness to beauty, to its tenderness. There is love that passed by and insulted. Shame!

   I love how I see more details when I write. I loved writing here. And I think successfully done that my very first English post and first serious English writing. 

   Anyuta! Anyuta! Anyuta! I love you! Anyuta!

    Makinist 

    28.06.2025    22.57 p.m. 

    (I took help for some part of the text from AI and translate for correction of my grammar and misspellings. But I wrote it all.)