Антон Чехов - Драма на охоте. 001 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

One of the April noon of 1880, Andrei’s watchman entered my office and mysteriously reported to me that some kind of gentleman had come to the editor and convincingly asks for a date with the editor.

“There must be an official,” added Andrey, “with a cockade ...

“Ask him to come at another time,” I said. - Today I'm busy. Say that the editor accepts only on Saturdays.

- He and the third day came, he asked you. He says that the matter is big. Asks and almost cries. On Saturday, he says, he is not free ... order to accept?

I sighed, put the feather and began to wait for the master with the cockade. Beginning writers and generally people who are not dedicated to editorial secrets, who come under the word “editors” into a sacred thrill, make themselves wait for a considerable time. After the editorial “ask”, they cough for a long time, blow their nose for a long time, slowly open the door, enter even more slowly and take a lot of time. The gentleman with the cockade did not force himself to wait. Before Andrei, I had time to clog the door, as I saw in my office a tall broad -shouldered man, holding a paper bundle in one hand, and in the other a cap with a cockade.

A person who has achieved a date with me plays a very prominent role in my story. It is necessary to describe its appearance.

He, as I said, is tall, broad -shouldered and carny, like a good workhorse. His whole body breathes health and strength. The face is pink, the hands are large, the chest is wide, muscular, the hair is thick, like a healthy boy. He is at forty. He is dressed with taste and in the last fashion in a brand new, recently sewn pink costume.

On the chest is a large gold chain with key fobs, a diamond ring flashes on the little finger with tiny bright stars. But, what is most important and what is so important for any more or less decent hero of the novel or a story-he is extremely beautiful. I am not a woman or an artist. I understand little in male beauty, but the gentleman with a cockade with his appearance made an impression on me. His big muscular face remained forever in my memory. On this face you will see a real Greek nose with a hump, thin lips and good blue eyes, in which kindness shines and something else that is difficult to choose the right name. This "something" can be noticed in the eyes of small animals when they yearn or when they hurt. Something pleading, childish, meekly tolerating ... Sungeal and very smart people do not have such eyes.

From the whole face, it blows with simplicity, wide, simple, true, true ... If you are not a lie that the face is a mirror of the soul, then on the first day of a date with a gentleman with a cockade, I could give an honest word that he does not know how to lie. I could even hold a bet.

Would I lose a bet or not - the reader will see further.