Anton Chekhov

Easter Eve Anton Chekhov

For the time that is now...a story about Easter, a mystical story from Chekov, master of all stories that are very short. On the night before Easter, a traveler is waiting to cross the river to a monastery. A lay brother brings a ferry across. As the ferry moves slowly to the other bank, the traveller talks about his sadness over the death of a fellow monk. When the traveller gets to the monastery, he takes part in services throughout the night, then goes back on the ferry after sunrise on Easter morning. There seems to be no relief for the traveller, he has not found what he was looking for on his trip.