‘The Huntsman’ by Anton ChekhovPosted: July 8, 2015
The Huntsman by Anton Chekhov, 1885
The magic trick:
Implying that the entire story might be taking place in the huntsman’s imagination
This story would appear to be a one-way street. All the thematic momentum is moving in one direction and very fast. The husband is a selfish, heartless jerk. The estranged wife is being victimized in every possible way.
But maybe not.
I mean, certainly the situation is shameful. But notice that Chekhov does something very interesting at the outset of the husband-wife conversation. He calls attention to the way the wife seems to appear out of thin air. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s something. It feels like something to me.
I read the story then as probably not actually happening in reality. I read it as the huntsman’s imagination. It would open up a whole lot of analytical possibilities if the conversation does only happen in his head. Are these his worst fears? His conscience racked with guilt? He is so defensive in his arguments, it’s almost as if he is trying to convince himself of the justifications for his lifestyle.
The direction of this story traffic might not be so easy to pinpoint after all. And that’s quite a trick on Chekhov’s part.
“Yegor Vlassitch!” the huntsman suddenly heard a soft voice.
He started and, looking round, scowled. Beside him, as though she had sprung out of the earth, stood a pale-faced woman of thirty with a sickle in her hand. She was trying to look into his face, and was smiling diffidently.
“Oh, it is you, Pelagea!” said the huntsman, stopping and deliberately uncocking the gun. “H’m! . . . How have you come here?”
“The women from our village are working here, so I have come with them. . . . As a labourer, Yegor Vlassitch.”
“Oh . . .” growled Yegor Vlassitch, and slowly walked on.
Pelagea followed him. They walked in silence for twenty paces.