Anton Chekhov

The letter Anton Chekhov

"The clerical superintendent of the district, his Reverence Father Fyodor Orlov, a handsome, well-nourished man of fifty, grave and impor- tant as he always was, with an habitual expres- sion of dignity that never left his face, was wal- king to and fro in his little drawing-room, ex- tremely exhausted, and thinking intensely about the same thing: "When would his visitor go?" The thought worried him and did not leave him for a minute. The visitor, Father An- astasy, the priest of one of the villages near the town, had come to him three hours before on some very unpleasant and dreary business of his own, had stayed on and on, was now sitting in the corner at a little round table with his el- bow on a thick account book, and apparently had no thought of going, though it was getting on for nine o'clock in the evening."