You cut the black wrapping off the apple tree

that split in a high spring wind

almost to its base.

We debated about cutting it down.

Next summer it produced “a bumper crop”.

*

R.S. Townsend, editor and translator of

Short Stories by Russian Authors,

writes that “Chehov shows a melancholy

tenderness for his awkward heroes…”

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