Read The Kiss a few days ago and what more could I write about Chekhov that hasn't already been said? His stories just leave you with an Awww feeling. The last story I read of his that I recall was at the Wesleyan Conference in a class under Roxana Robinson and I do recall that same response–though it was for a horse.
In this story (and no, with over 600 pages and millions of stories, I won't be commenting on each) a brigade of soldiers is invited to a landowner's home to dinner. One particular officer feels a bit awkward, is aware of his lack of social grace and absolute freedom of relations with ladies. In finding his way back through the rooms of the large home, he enters a dark room where he is kissed by a young woman who evidently has taken him for someone else. She, realizing her mistake, runs away.
Never having seen her, he speculates who among the women present may have been his kisser and this episode takes on greater meaning in his life as he daydreams about her and allows himself a liberty of feeling as if the kiss were meant for him. When his company is once again in the area, he sneaks up to the house, hoping to see her and foolishly believing he may be allowed in. He leaves disheartened, just having spied upon the closed windows. When he returns to camp, he finds that the other men have indeed been invited to the home and have all left. He must make a decision whether to go back or just be content with his dream.
Awww.
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