Mir Chehova - kak tonkiy svet utra: v nYom net oslepitelnogo bleska, no vsYo vidno yasno i pravdivo. Zdes net gromkih sobyitiy, no kazhdoe slovo otklikaetsya tihim zvonom pravdyi. Ego geroi zhivut - prosto, nelovko, chasto bolno - i v ih obyidennosti otkryivaetsya podlinnaya drama chelovecheskogo suschestvovaniya. Sderzhannyiy, pronitsatelnyiy, nezhno ironichnyiy, Chehov vidit cheloveka bez prikras, no s beskonechnyim sostradaniem. On ne sudit i ne opravdyivaet - lish vslushivaetsya v pauzyi mezhdu slovami, v tishinu posle smeha, v serdtse, kotoroe vsYo eschYo umeet chuvstvovat. Eti povesti i rasskazyi - zerkalo, v kotorom kazhdyiy uznaet sebya. Zdes zhizn prohodit kak dyihanie: mimo, no navsegda.
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