Prose | Slowly

Reading that book slowly, it seemed that the memory of reading it more than ten years ago was gradually restored, and each character and their images appeared in my mind again, and then I could even think of what would happen after that.

The first time I read that book, I didn't have a similar experience, and then I went through Paris. I knew that the second time I read the book, it would bring the scene back to what I had experienced, so I deliberately stopped read.

The recent days are really not very good. I am always very sleepy when I go to the store. I always sleep for five or six hours, but I am very energetic at home reading or writing, and I don’t even need coffee. At this moment, I was sitting in the shop watching the elementary school in front of me being "built up". They were rushing to work almost every day, and they started working very early even on weekends. I watched the elementary school from building the foundation, digging several floors of underground parking lots, and now. There is already a prototype of a "school", and even the sinks outside the classroom have been built.

It's only been a year since I learned for the first time that public construction in this country is so efficient.

I read two short stories of Chekhov in the shop in the morning, and I really saw his humor.

One is about a boy and a girl who took the time to confess to her when they were fishing together. While instructing her how to fish, he said that he fell in love at first sight... The two kissed each other unknowingly, and the girl's younger brother saw everything and began to threaten them. Buy all kinds of expensive gifts to stop him from telling his parents. The threat did not end until the girl's parents agreed to the boy's proposal.

After the parents agreed, the young couple ran to their younger brother to teach him a lesson. This was also the happiest moment for them!

The other story is also ridiculous. A civil servant went to the theater to watch a play and accidentally sneezed into the "general" in front of him. Although he was not a direct commander, he felt that it was very rude and worried that he would be misunderstood as a provocation by the other party, so he tried desperately to explain. His explanation caused the other party to be troubled, but the civil servant did not find the problem at all, and was finally scared to death by himself (really dead).

Both stories are very short, and they are too witty. After reading them, they brought me a good mood. I like that when Chekhov wrote short stories, he separated his role as the narrator, and he specially annotated some situations. His tone was very ironic. From his own point of view, he directly told the reader that this is a point to be ridiculed. I just suddenly thought, if Unless specifically pointed out, will the reader not be able to tell whether he is absurd or the story is absurd?