ANTON CHEKHOV & A SAUSAGE
Around 20 May, 1890, Anton Chekhov travelled from Moscow to Tomsk, a place he deplored. His journey was not always a comfortable one, as he indicated in a letter:
“I’ve been hungry as a horse all the way. I filled my belly with bread in order to stop thinking of turbot, asparagus and suchlike. I even dreamt of buckwheat kasha. I dreamt of it for hours on end. I bought some sausage for the journey in Tyumen, if you can call it a sausage. When you bit into it, the smell was just like going into a stable at the precise moment the coachmen are removing their foot bindings; when I started chewing it, my teeth felt as if they had caught hold of a dog’s tail smeared with tar. Ugh! I made two attempts to eat it and then threw it away.”
Anton Chekhov
(1890 - 1904)
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