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    The Witch: Bilingual Edition (English - Russian)
    The Witch: Bilingual Edition (English - Russian)
    The Witch: Bilingual Edition (English - Russian)
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    The Witch: Bilingual Edition (English - Russian)

    By Anton Chekhov

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    Instead of memorizing vocabulary words, work your way through an actual well-written novel. Even novices can follow along as each individual English paragraph is paired with the corresponding Russian paragraph. It won't be an easy project, but you'll learn a lot.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPublishdrive
    Release dateMay 16, 2018
    The Witch: Bilingual Edition (English - Russian)
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    Anton Chekhov

    Anton Chekhov (1860-1904) was a Russian doctor, short-story writer, and playwright. Born in the port city of Taganrog, Chekhov was the third child of Pavel, a grocer and devout Christian, and Yevgeniya, a natural storyteller. His father, a violent and arrogant man, abused his wife and children and would serve as the inspiration for many of the writer’s most tyrannical and hypocritical characters. Chekhov studied at the Greek School in Taganrog, where he learned Ancient Greek. In 1876, his father’s debts forced the family to relocate to Moscow, where they lived in poverty while Anton remained in Taganrog to settle their finances and finish his studies. During this time, he worked odd jobs while reading extensively and composing his first written works. He joined his family in Moscow in 1879, pursuing a medical degree while writing short stories for entertainment and to support his parents and siblings. In 1876, after finishing his degree and contracting tuberculosis, he began writing for St. Petersburg’s Novoye Vremya, a popular paper which helped him to launch his literary career and gain financial independence. A friend and colleague of Leo Tolstoy, Maxim Gorky, and Ivan Bunin, Chekhov is remembered today for his skillful observations of everyday Russian life, his deeply psychological character studies, and his mastery of language and the rhythms of conversation.

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      The Witch - Anton Chekhov

      THE WITCH

      Bilingual Edition

      English - Russian

      Anton Chekhov

      translated by

      Constance Garnett

      The Witch

      ВЕДЬМА

      IT was approaching nightfall.

      Время шло к ночи.

      The sexton, Savely Gykin, was lying in his huge bed in the hut adjoining the church. He was not asleep, though it was his habit to go to sleep at the same time as the hens.

      Дьячок Савелий Гыкин лежал у себя в церковной сторожке на громадной постели и не спал, хотя всегда имел обыкновение засыпать в одно время с курами.

      His coarse red hair peeped from under one end of the greasy patchwork quilt, made up of coloured rags, while his big unwashed feet stuck out from the other.

      Из одного края засаленного, сшитого из разноцветных ситцевых лоскутьев одеяла глядели его рыжие, жесткие волосы, из-под другого торчали большие, давно не мытые ноги.

      He was listening.

      Он слушал...

      His hut adjoined the wall that encircled the church and the solitary window in it looked out upon the open country.

      Его сторожка врезывалась в ограду, и единственное окно ее выходило в поле.

      And out there a regular battle was going on.

      А в поле была сущая война.

      It was hard to say who was being wiped off the face of the earth, and for the sake of whose destruction nature was being churned up into such a ferment; but, judging from the unceasing malignant roar, someone was getting it very hot.

      Трудно было понять, кто кого сживал со света и ради чьей погибели заварилась в природе каша, но, судя по неумолкаемому, зловещему гулу, кому-то приходилось очень круто.

      A victorious force was in full chase over the fields, storming in the forest and on the church roof, battering spitefully with its fists upon the windows, raging and tearing, while something vanquished was howling and wailing....

      Какая-то победительная сила гонялась за кем-то по полю, бушевала в лесу и на церковной крыше, злобно стучала кулаками по окну, метала и рвала, а что-то побежденное выло и плакало...

      A plaintive lament sobbed at the window, on the roof, or in the stove.

      Жалобный плач слышался то за окном, то над крышей, то в печке.

      It sounded not like a call for help, but like a cry of misery, a consciousness that it was too late, that there was no salvation.

      В нем звучал не призыв на помощь, а тоска, сознание, что уже поздно, нет спасения.

      The snowdrifts were covered with a thin coating

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