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"anna On The Neck"
Anton Chekhov
AFTER the wedding they had not even light refreshments; the happy pair simply drank a
glass of champagne, changed into their travelling things, and drove to the station. Instead of
a gay wedding ball and supper, instead of music and dancing, they went on a journey to
pray at a shrine a hundred and fifty miles away. Many people commended this, saying that
Modest Alexeitch was a man high up in the service and no longer young, and that a noisy
wedding might not have seemed quite suitable; and music is apt to sound dreary when a
government official of fifty-two marries a girl who is only just eighteen. People said, too,
that Modest Alexeitch, being a man of principle, had arranged this visit to the monastery
expressly in order to make his young bride realize that even in marriage he put religion and
morality above everything.
The happy pair were seen off at the station. The crowd of relations and colleagues in the
service stood, with glasses in their hands, waiting for the train to start to shout "Hurrah!"
and the bride's father, Pyotr Leontyitch, wearing a top-hat and the uniform of a teacher,
already drunk and very pale, kept craning towards the window, glass in hand and saying in
an imploring voice:
"Anyuta! Anya, Anya! one word!"
Anna bent out of the window to him, and he whispered something to her, enveloping her in
a stale smell of alcohol, blew into her ear -- she could make out nothing -- and made the
sign of the cross over her face, her bosom, and her hands; meanwhile he was breathing in
gasps and tears were shining in his eyes. And the schoolboys, Anna's brothers, Petya and
Andrusha, pulled at his coat from behind, whispering in confusion:
"Father, hush! . . . Father, that's enough. . . ."
When the train started, Anna saw her father run a little way after the train, staggering and
spilling his wine, and what a kind, guilty, pitiful face he had:
"Hurra--ah!" he shouted.
The happy pair were left alone. Modest Alexeitch looked about the compartment, arranged
their things on the shelves, and sat down, smiling, opposite his young wife. He was an
official of medium height, rather stout and puffy, who looked exceedingly well nourished,
with long whiskers and no moustache. His clean-shaven, round, sharply defined chin looked
like the heel of a foot. The most characteristic point in his face was the absence of
moustache, the bare, freshly shaven place, which gradually passed into the fat cheeks,
quivering like jelly. His deportment was dignified, his movements were deliberate, his
manner was soft.
"I cannot help remembering now one circumstance," he said, smiling. "When, five years
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ago, Kosorotov received the order of St. Anna of the second grade, and went to thank His
Excellency, His Excellency expressed himself as follows: 'So now you have three Annas:
one in your buttonhole and two on your neck.' And it must be explained that at that time
Kosorotov's wife, a quarrelsome and frivolous person, had just returned to him, and that her
name was Anna. I trust that when I receive the Anna of the second grade His Excellency
will not have occasion to say the same thing to me."
He smiled with his little eyes. And she, too, smiled, troubled at the thought that at any
moment this man might kiss her with his thick damp lips, and that she had no right to
prevent his doing so. The soft movements of his fat person frightened her; she felt both fear
and disgust. He got up, without haste took off the order from his neck, took off his coat and
waistcoat, and put on his dressing-gown.
"That's better," he said, sitting down beside Anna.
Anna remembered what agony the wedding had been, when it had seemed to her that the
priest, and the guests, and every one in church had been looking at her sorrowfully and
asking why, why was she, such a sweet, nice girl, marrying such an elderly, uninteresting
gentleman. Only that morning she was delighted that everything had been satisfactorily
arranged, but at the time of the wedding, and now in the railway carriage, she felt cheated,
guilty, and ridiculous. Here she had married a rich man and yet she had no money, her
wedding-dress had been bought on credit, and when her father and brothers had been saying
good-bye, she could see from their faces that they had not a farthing. Would they have any
supper that day? And tomorrow? And for some reason it seemed to her that her father and
the boys were sitting tonight hungry without her, and feeling the same misery as they had
the day after their mother's funeral.
"Oh, how unhappy I am!" she thought. "Why am I so unhappy?"
With the awkwardness of a man with settled habits, unaccustomed to deal with women,
Modest Alexeitch touched her on the waist and patted her on the shoulder, while she went
on thinking about money, about her mother and her mother's death. When her mother died,
her father, Pyotr Leontyitch, a teacher of drawing and writing in the high school, had taken
to drink, impoverishment had followed, the boys had not had boots or goloshes, their father
had been hauled up before the magistrate, the warrant officer had come and made an
inventory of the furniture. . . . What a disgrace! Anna had had to look after her drunken
father, darn her brothers' stockings, go to market, and when she was complimented on her
youth, her beauty, and her elegant manners, it seemed to her that every one was looking at
her cheap hat and the holes in her boots that were inked over. And at night there had been
tears and a haunting dread that her father would soon, very soon, be dismissed from the
school for his weakness, and that he would not survive it, but would die, too, like their
mother. But ladies of their acquaintance had taken the matter in hand and looked about for a
good match for Anna. This Modest Alexevitch, who was neither young nor good-looking
but had money, was soon found. He had a hundred thousand in the bank and the family
estate, which he had let on lease. He was a man of principle and stood well with His
Excellency; it would be nothing to him, so they told Anna, to get a note from His
Excellency to the directors of the high school, or even to the Education Commissioner, to
prevent Pyotr Leontyitch from being dismissed.
While she was recalling these details, she suddenly heard strains of music which floated in
at the window, together with the sound of voices. The train was stopping at a station. In the
crowd beyond the platform an accordion and a cheap squeaky fiddle were being briskly
played, and the sound of a military band came from beyond the villas and the tall birches
and poplars that lay bathed in the moonlight; there must have been a dance in the place.
Summer visitors and townspeople, who used to come out here by train in fine weather for a
breath of fresh air, were parading up and down on the platform. Among them was the
wealthy owner of all the summer villas -- a tall, stout, dark man called Artynov. He had
prominent eyes and looked like an Armenian. He wore a strange costume; his shirt was
unbuttoned, showing his chest; he wore high boots with spurs, and a black cloak hung from
his shoulders and dragged on the ground like a train. Two boar-hounds followed him with
their sharp noses to the ground.
Tears were still shining in Anna's eyes, but she was not thinking now of her mother, nor of
money, nor of her marriage; but shaking hands with schoolboys and officers she knew, she
laughed gaily and said quickly:
"How do you do? How are you?"
She went out on to the platform between the carriages into the moonlight, and stood so that
they could all see her in her new splendid dress and hat.
"Why are we stopping here?" she asked.
"This is a junction. They are waiting for the mail train to pass."
Seeing that Artynov was looking at her, she screwed up her eyes coquettishly and began
talking aloud in French; and because her voice sounded so pleasant, and because she heard
music and the moon was reflected in the pond, and because Artynov, the notorious Don
Juan and spoiled child of fortune, was looking at her eagerly and with curiosity, and
because every one was in good spirits -- she suddenly felt joyful, and when the train started
and the officers of her acquaintance saluted her, she was humming the polka the strains of
which reached her from the military band playing beyond the trees; and she returned to her
compartment feeling as though it had been proved to her at the station that she would
certainly be happy in spite of everything.
The happy pair spent two days at the monastery, then went back to town. They lived in a
rent-free flat. When Modest Alexevitch had gone to the office, Anna played the piano, or
shed tears of depression, or lay down on a couch and read novels or looked through fashion
papers. At dinner Modest Alexevitch ate a great deal and talked about politics, about
appointments, transfers, and promotions in the service, about the necessity of hard work,
and said that, family life not being a pleasure but a duty, if you took care of the kopecks the
roubles would take care of themselves, and that he put religion and morality before
everything else in the world. And holding his knife in his fist as though it were a sword, he
would say:
"Every one ought to have his duties!"
And Anna listened to him, was frightened, and could not eat, and she usually got up from
the table hungry. After dinner her husband lay down for a nap and snored loudly, while
Anna went to see her own people. Her father and the boys looked at her in a peculiar way,
as though just before she came in they had been blaming her for having married for money
a tedious, wearisome man she did not love; her rustling skirts, her bracelets, and her general
air of a married lady, offended them and made them uncomfortable. In her presence they
felt a little embarrassed and did not know what to talk to her about; but yet they still loved
her as before, and were not used to having dinner without her. She sat down with them to
cabbage soup, porridge, and fried potatoes, smelling of mutton dripping. Pyotr Leontyitch
filled his glass from the decanter with a trembling hand and drank it off hurriedly, greedily,
with repulsion, then poured out a second glass and then a third. Petya and Andrusha, thin,
pale boys with big eyes, would take the decanter and say desperately:
"You mustn't, father. . . . Enough, father. . . ."
And Anna, too, was troubled and entreated him to drink no more; and he would suddenly
fly into a rage and beat the table with his fists:
"I won't allow any one to dictate to me!" he would shout. "Wretched boys! wretched girl!
I'll turn you all out!"
But there was a note of weakness, of good-nature in his voice, and no one was afraid of
him. After dinner he usually dressed in his best. Pale, with a cut on his chin from shaving,
craning his thin neck, he would stand for half an hour before the glass, prinking, combing
his hair, twisting his black moustache, sprinkling himself with scent, tying his cravat in a
bow; then he would put on his gloves and his top-hat, and go off to give his private lessons.
Or if it was a holiday he would stay at home and paint, or play the harmonium, which
wheezed and growled; he would try to wrest from it pure harmonious sounds and would
sing to it; or would storm at the boys:
"Wretches! Good-for-nothing boys! You have spoiled the instrument!"
In the evening Anna's husband played cards with his colleagues, who lived under the same
roof in the government quarters. The wives of these gentlemen would come in -- ugly,
tastelessly dressed women, as coarse as cooks -- and gossip would begin in the flat as
tasteless and unattractive as the ladies themselves. Sometimes Modest Alexevitch would
take Anna to the theatre. In the intervals he would never let her stir a step from his side, but
walked about arm in arm with her through the corridors and the foyer. When he bowed to
some one, he immediately whispered to Anna: "A civil councillor . . . visits at His
Excellency's"; or, "A man of means . . . has a house of his own." When they passed the
buffet Anna had a great longing for something sweet; she was fond of chocolate and apple
cakes, but she had no money, and she did not like to ask her husband. He would take a pear,
pinch it with his fingers, and ask uncertainly:
"How much?"
"Twenty-five kopecks!"
"I say!" he would reply, and put it down; but as it was awkward to leave the buffet without
buying anything, he would order some seltzer-water and drink the whole bottle himself, and
tears would come into his eyes. And Anna hated him at such times.
And suddenly flushing crimson, he would say to her rapidly:
"Bow to that old lady!"
"But I don't know her."
"No matter. That's the wife of the director of the local treasury! Bow, I tell you," he would
grumble insistently. "Your head won't drop off."
Anna bowed and her head certainly did not drop off, but it was agonizing. She did
everything her husband wanted her to, and was furious with herself for having let him
deceive her like the veriest idiot. She had only married him for his money, and yet she had
less money now than before her marriage. In old days her father would sometimes give her
twenty kopecks, but now she had not a farthing.
To take money by stealth or ask for it, she could not; she was afraid of her husband, she
trembled before him. She felt as though she had been afraid of him for years. In her
childhood the director of the high school had always seemed the most impressive and
terrifying force in the world, sweeping down like a thunderstorm or a steam-engine ready to
crush her; another similar force of which the whole family talked, and of which they were
for some reason afraid, was His Excellency; then there were a dozen others, less
formidable, and among them the teachers at the high school, with shaven upper lips, stern,
implacable; and now finally, there was Modest Alexeitch, a man of principle, who even
resembled the director in the face. And in Anna's imagination all these forces blended
together into one, and, in the form of a terrible, huge white bear, menaced the weak and
erring such as her father. And she was afraid to say anything in opposition to her husband,
and gave a forced smile, and tried to make a show of pleasure when she was coarsely
caressed and defiled by embraces that excited her terror. Only once Pyotr Leontyitch had
the temerity to ask for a loan of fifty roubles in order to pay some very irksome debt, but
what an agony it had been!
"Very good; I'll give it to you," said Modest Alexeitch after a moment's thought; "but I warn
you I won't help you again till you give up drinking. Such a failing is disgraceful in a man in
the government service! I must remind you of the well-known fact that many capable
people have been ruined by that passion, though they might possibly, with temperance, have
risen in time to a very high
And long-winded phrases followed: "inasmuch as . . .," "following upon which proposition .
. . ," in view of the aforesaid contention . . ."; and Pyotr Leontyitch was in agonies of
humiliation and felt an intense craving for alcohol.
And when the boys came to visit Anna, generally in broken boots and threadbare trousers,
they, too, had to listen to sermons.
"Every man ought to have his duties!" Modest Alexeitch would say to them.
And he did not give them money. But he did give Anna bracelets, rings, and brooches,
saying that these things would come in useful for a rainy day. And he often unlocked her
drawer and made an inspection to see whether they were all safe.
Meanwhile winter came on. Long before Christmas there was an announcement in the local
papers that the usual winter ball would take place on the twenty-ninth of December in the
Hall of Nobility. Every evening after cards Modest Alexeitch was excitedly whispering with
his colleagues' wives and glancing at Anna, and then paced up and down the room for a
long while, thinking. At last, late one evening, he stood still, facing Anna, and said:
"You ought to get yourself a ball dress. Do you understand? Only please consult Marya
Grigoryevna and Natalya Kuzminishna."
And he gave her a hundred roubles. She took the money, but she did not consult any one
when she ordered the ball dress; she spoke to no one but her father, and tried to imagine
how her mother would have dressed for a ball. Her mother had always dressed in the latest
fashion and had always taken trouble over Anna, dressing her elegantly like a doll, and had
taught her to speak French and dance the mazurka superbly (she had been a governess for
five years before her marriage). Like her mother, Anna could make a new dress out of an
old one, clean gloves with benzine, hire jewels; and, like her mother, she knew how to
screw up her eyes, lisp, assume graceful attitudes, fly into raptures when necessary, and
throw a mournful and enigmatic look into her eyes. And from her father she had inherited
the dark colour of her hair and eyes, her highly-strung nerves, and the habit of always
making herself look her best.
When, half an hour before setting off for the ball, Modest Alexeitch went into her room
without his coat on, to put his order round his neck before her pier-glass, dazzled by her
beauty and the splendour of her fresh, ethereal dress, he combed his whiskers complacently
and said:
"So that's what my wife can look like . . . so that's what you can look like! Anyuta!" he went
on, dropping into a tone of solemnity, "I have made your fortune, and now I beg you to do
something for mine. I beg you to get introduced to the wife of His Excellency! For God's
sake, do! Through her I may get the post of senior reporting clerk!"
They went to the ball. They reached the Hall of Nobility, the entrance with the hall porter.
They came to the vestibule with the hat-stands, the fur coats; footmen scurrying about, and
ladies with low necks putting up their fans to screen themselves from the draughts. There
was a smell of gas and of soldiers. When Anna, walking upstairs on her husband's arm,
heard the music and saw herself full length in the looking-glass in the full glow of the
lights, there was a rush of joy in her heart, and she felt the same presentiment of happiness
as in the moonlight at the station. She walked in proudly, confidently, for the first time
feeling herself not a girl but a lady, and unconsciously imitating her mother in her walk and
in her manner. And for the first time in her life she felt rich and free. Even her husband's
presence did not oppress her, for as she crossed the threshold of the hall she had guessed
instinctively that the proximity of an old husband did not detract from her in the least, but,
on the contrary, gave her that shade of piquant mystery that is so attractive to men. The
orchestra was already playing and the dances had begun. After their flat Anna was
overwhelmed by the lights, the bright colours, the music, the noise, and looking round the
room, thought, "Oh, how lovely!" She at once distinguished in the crowd all her
acquaintances, every one she had met before at parties or on picnics -- all the officers, the
teachers, the lawyers, the officials, the landowners, His Excellency, Artynov, and the ladies
of the highest standing, dressed up and very décollettées, handsome and ugly, who had
already taken up their positions in the stalls and pavilions of the charity bazaar, to begin
selling things for the benefit of the poor. A huge officer in epaulettes -- she had been
introduced to him in Staro-Kievsky Street when she was a schoolgirl, but now she could not
remember his name -- seemed to spring from out of the ground, begging her for a waltz, and
she flew away from her husband, feeling as though she were floating away in a sailing-boat
in a violent storm, while her husband was left far away on the shore. She danced
passionately, with fervour, a waltz, then a polka and a quadrille, being snatched by one
partner as soon as she was left by another, dizzy with music and the noise, mixing Russian
with French, lisping, laughing, and with no thought of her husband or anything else. She
excited great admiration among the men -- that was evident, and indeed it could not have
been otherwise; she was breathless with excitement, felt thirsty, and convulsively clutched
her fan. Pyotr Leontyitch, her father, in a crumpled dress-coat that smelt of benzine, came
up to her, offering her a plate of pink ice.
"You are enchanting this evening," he said, looking at her rapturously, "and I have never so
much regretted that you were in such a hurry to get married. . . . What was it for? I know
you did it for our sake, but . . ." With a shaking hand he drew out a roll of notes and said: "I
got the money for my lessons today, and can pay your husband what I owe him."
She put the plate back into his hand, and was pounced upon by some one and borne off to a
distance. She caught a glimpse over her partner's shoulder of her father gliding over the
floor, putting his arm round a lady and whirling down the ball-room with her.
"How sweet he is when he is sober!" she thought.
She danced the mazurka with the same huge officer; he moved gravely, as heavily as a dead
carcase in a uniform, twitched his shoulders and his chest, stamped his feet very languidly
-- he felt fearfully disinclined to dance. She fluttered round him, provoking him by her
beauty, her bare neck; her eyes glowed defiantly, her movements were passionate, while he
became more and more indifferent, and held out his hands to her as graciously as a king.
"Bravo, bravo!" said people watching them.
But little by little the huge officer, too, broke out; he grew lively, excited, and, overcome by
her fascination, was carried away and danced lightly, youthfully, while she merely moved
her shoulders and looked slyly at him as though she were now the queen and he were her
slave; and at that moment it seemed to her that the whole room was looking at them, and
that everybody was thrilled and envied them. The huge officer had hardly had time to thank
her for the dance, when the crowd suddenly parted and the men drew themselves up in a
strange way, with their hands at their sides.
His Excellency, with two stars on his dress-coat, was walking up to her. Yes, His
Excellency was walking straight towards her, for he was staring directly at her with a sugary
smile, while he licked his lips as he always did when he saw a pretty woman.
"Delighted, delighted . . ." he began. "I shall order your husband to be clapped in a lock-up
for keeping such a treasure hidden from us till now. I've come to you with a message from
my wife," he went on, offering her his arm. "You must help us. . . . M-m-yes. . . . We ought
to give you the prize for beauty as they do in America. . . . M-m-yes. . . . The
Americans. . . . My wife is expecting you impatiently."
He led her to a stall and presented her to a middle-aged lady, the lower part of whose face
was disproportionately large, so that she looked as though she were holding a big stone in
her mouth.
"You must help us," she said through her nose in a sing-song voice. "All the pretty women
are working for our charity bazaar, and you are the only one enjoying yourself. Why won't
you help us?"
She went away, and Anna took her place by the cups and the silver samovar. She was soon
doing a lively trade. Anna asked no less than a rouble for a cup of tea, and made the huge
officer drink three cups. Artynov, the rich man with prominent eyes, who suffered from
asthma, came up, too; he was not dressed in the strange costume in which Anna had seen
him in the summer at the station, but wore a dress-coat like every one else. Keeping his
eyes fixed on Anna, he drank a glass of champagne and paid a hundred roubles for it, then
drank some tea and gave another hundred -- all this without saying a word, as he was short
of breath through asthma. . . . Anna invited purchasers and got money out of them, firmly
convinced by now that her smiles and glances could not fail to afford these people great
pleasure. She realized now that she was created exclusively for this noisy, brilliant,
laughing life, with its music, its dancers, its adorers, and her old terror of a force that was
sweeping down upon her and menacing to crush her seemed to her ridiculous: she was
afraid of no one now, and only regretted that her mother could not be there to rejoice at her
Pyotr Leontyitch, pale by now but still steady on his legs, came up to the stall and asked for
a glass of brandy. Anna turned crimson, expecting him to say something inappropriate (she
was already ashamed of having such a poor and ordinary father); but he emptied his glass,
took ten roubles out of his roll of notes, flung it down, and walked away with dignity
without uttering a word. A little later she saw him dancing in the grand chain, and by now
he was staggering and kept shouting something, to the great confusion of his partner; and
Anna remembered how at the ball three years before he had staggered and shouted in the
same way, and it had ended in the police-sergeant's taking him home to bed, and next day
the director had threatened to dismiss him from his post. How inappropriate that memory
When the samovars were put out in the stalls and the exhausted ladies handed over their
takings to the middle-aged lady with the stone in her mouth, Artynov took Anna on his arm
to the hall where supper was served to all who had assisted at the bazaar. There were some
twenty people at supper, not more, but it was very noisy. His Excellency proposed a toast:
"In this magnificent dining-room it will be appropriate to drink to the success of the cheap
dining-rooms, which are the object of today's bazaar."
The brigadier-general proposed the toast: "To the power by which even the artillery is
vanquished," and all the company clinked glasses with the ladies. It was very, very gay.
When Anna was escorted home it was daylight and the cooks were going to market. Joyful,
intoxicated, full of new sensations, exhausted, she undressed, dropped into bed, and at once
fell asleep. . . .
It was past one in the afternoon when the servant waked her and announced that M.
Artynov had called. She dressed quickly and went down into the drawing-room. Soon after
Artynov, His Excellency called to thank her for her assistance in the bazaar. With a sugary
smile, chewing his lips, he kissed her hand, and asking her permission to come again, took
his leave, while she remained standing in the middle of the drawing-room, amazed,
enchanted, unable to believe that this change in her life, this marvellous change, had taken
place so quickly; and at that moment Modest Alexeitch walked in . . . and he, too, stood
before her now with the same ingratiating, sugary, cringingly respectful expression which
she was accustomed to see on his face in the presence of the great and powerful; and with
rapture, with indignation, with contempt, convinced that no harm would come to her from
it, she said, articulating distinctly each word:
"Be off, you blockhead!"
From this time forward Anna never had one day free, as she was always taking part in
picnics, expeditions, performances. She returned home every day after midnight, and went
to bed on the floor in the drawing-room, and afterwards used to tell every one, touchingly,
how she slept under flowers. She needed a very great deal of money, but she was no longer
afraid of Modest Alexeitch, and spent his money as though it were her own; and she did not
ask, did not demand it, simply sent him in the bills. "Give bearer two hundred roubles," or
"Pay one hundred roubles at once."
At Easter Modest Alexeitch received the Anna of the second grade. When he went to offer
his thanks, His Excellency put aside the paper he was reading and settled himself more
comfortably in his chair.
"So now you have three Annas," he said, scrutinizing his white hands and pink nails -- "one
on your buttonhole and two on your neck."
Modest Alexeitch put two fingers to his lips as a precaution against laughing too loud and
"Now I have only to look forward to the arrival of a little Vladimir. I make bold to beg your
Excellency to stand godfather."
He was alluding to Vladimir of the fourth grade, and was already imagining how he would
tell everywhere the story of this pun, so happy in its readiness and audacity, and he wanted
to say something equally happy, but His Excellency was buried again in his newspaper, and
merely gave him a nod.
And Anna went on driving about with three horses, going out hunting with Artynov,
playing in one-act dramas, going out to supper, and was more and more rarely with her own
family; they dined now alone. Pyotr Leontyitch was drinking more heavily than ever; there
was no money, and the harmonium had been sold long ago for debt. The boys did not let
him go out alone in the street now, but looked after him for fear he might fall down; and
whenever they met Anna driving in Staro-Kievsky Street with a pair of horses and Artynov
on the box instead of a coachman, Pyotr Leontyitch took off his top-hat, and was about to
shout to her, but Petya and Andrusha took him by the arm, and said imploringly:
"You mustn't, father. Hush, father!"
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