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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