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    The Schoolmistress and Other Stories

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    In Exile intro­duces a remote Siber­ian river­side as the set­ting for a qui­et but deeply emo­tion­al night, where two exiles—Canny, an old­er fer­ry­man, and a young Tatar—share warmth from the same fire but not the same out­look. In the still­ness, their exchange cap­tures not only their iso­la­tion from the world but their con­trast­ing ways of endur­ing it. Can­ny, who has long accept­ed this life of empti­ness, speaks with­out bit­ter­ness but also with­out hope. He insists that want­i­ng noth­ing leads to peace, sug­gest­ing that peace can be found only in sur­ren­der. The Tatar, unable to erase mem­o­ries of the life he was torn from, espe­cial­ly his wife, lis­tens but does not agree. For him, each breath of cold wind car­ries long­ing, and every silence reminds him of the love he left behind.

    The young Tatar’s yearn­ing stands in stark con­trast to Canny’s emo­tion­al detach­ment. Canny’s philosophy—born of years watch­ing the water pass—makes sense to him, but to the Tatar, it feels like spir­i­tu­al death. When love, ambi­tion, and mem­o­ry are stripped away, what is left of being human? The Tatar cries not just for his wife but for his iden­ti­ty, which seems to fade with each day in exile. His ques­tions, direct­ed at Can­ny but also at the silence around them, speak for many who have been dis­card­ed by soci­ety. Their dia­logue becomes a qui­et argu­ment between endurance and desire, between for­get­ting and remem­ber­ing. In that dim camp­fire light, they are not just two men; they rep­re­sent two respons­es to loss—numbness and ache.

    Woven into their talk is the sto­ry of Vass­i­ly Sergey­itch, anoth­er exile whose tale adds depth to this med­i­ta­tion on iso­la­tion. He arrived with dreams, deter­mined to fight fate and build some­thing new. But his dreams frayed when his wife left and his child fell ill. One by one, the sup­ports of his resolve col­lapsed, and his ener­gy shift­ed from resist­ing despair to sim­ply sur­viv­ing it. Can­ny watched Sergey­itch fade, not with cru­el­ty but with under­stand­ing, rec­og­niz­ing in him what he had once been. For those in exile, the pas­sage of time is not mea­sured in days but in losses—losses of peo­ple, of pur­pose, and of the self.

    As the night deep­ens, so does the weight of the con­ver­sa­tion. The Tatar’s anger bursts through when Can­ny dis­miss­es his pain with talk of sur­ren­der. For the younger man, to stop car­ing is not wisdom—it is defeat. His refusal to let go of his long­ing becomes its own act of resilience. Can­ny, while unmoved, does not argue. He has grown qui­et not from know­ing bet­ter, but from hav­ing no ener­gy left to protest. Their final moments by the fire aren’t marked by res­o­lu­tion, but by recog­ni­tion. In exile, even a dis­agree­ment is a kind of closeness—proof that some­one still feels some­thing.

    Siberia in this tale is more than a place. It is an emo­tion­al cli­mate as well as a phys­i­cal one—a mir­ror of each man’s inter­nal con­di­tion. Chekhov uses the landscape’s harsh­ness to reflect the cold truths of aban­don­ment, pun­ish­ment, and the qui­et col­lapse of dreams. Yet in the midst of this still­ness, the Tatar’s pain serves as a sub­tle revolt. His love, his frus­tra­tion, his voice—all tes­ti­fy that even here, where time seems frozen and hope is mocked by end­less snow, the heart resists extinc­tion.

    The sto­ry does­n’t end in redemp­tion or clo­sure, and that’s what makes it so strik­ing. The riv­er keeps flow­ing, the fire dies down, and the men return to silence. But the read­er is left hold­ing both perspectives—Canny’s bit­ter calm and the Tatar’s aching spir­it. In exile, the only cer­tain­ty is that life con­tin­ues, and so must the strug­gle to define what it means to be alive.

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