The Russian writer with the dogs

A new biography of Anton Chekhov, newly translated into Russian, reveals that he “was far from the prude he was often shown to be, and enjoyed numerous love affairs. He wrote frankly about them in letters to his brothers and friends, calling his partners ‘dogs’, ‘fools’ and even ‘the corn of my soul.'” (Via Return of the Reluctant; thanks to Neal for the correction.)

Follow the link to the review, or you’ll miss the anecdote about Tolstoy and the mosquito.


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