After two heart attacks, Chekhov dies in a hotel bedroom in the German spa of Baden weiler at the age of 44. This Russia of ours is such an absurd, clumsy country. I keep on eating it, but can never get my fill. It's a lucky thing it's not salty. They don't know their lines, mix everything up, and talk nonsense.
Every word cuts like a knife thrust in the back.
In bad weather keep your pants dry and heed your elders. Although the general cultural state of Russa was down in the late 19th century, Chekhov wrote in a time that flourished with rich literary culture, especilaly in prose and fiction. Included in his accomplished peers is the great Fyodr Mikhailovich Dostoevsky. In 1879, Dostoevsky wrote his famous The Brothers Karamozov. Also writing at this time was one of Chekhov's close friends, Leo Tolstoy.