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In the waning weeks of his life, a renowned bishop reflects on his past and his priorities. Written during the period when Anton Chekhov was gravely ill with tuberculosis, “The Bishop” reflects the author’s feelings about his own imminent death, and is considered one of his finest works.HarperCollins brings great works of literature to life in digital format, upholding the highest standards in ebook production and celebrating reading in all its forms. Look for more titles in the HarperCollins short-stories collection to build your digital library.

Excerpt from The Bishop: And Other Stories The evening service was being celebrated on the eve of Palm Sunday in the Old Petrovsky Convent. When they began distributing the palm it was close upon ten o'clock, the candles were burning dimly, the wicks wanted snufiing; it was all in a sort of mist. In the twilight of the church the crowd seemed heav ing like the sea, and to Bishop Pyotr, who had been unwell for the last three days, it seemed that all the faces old and young, men's and women's were alike, that everyone who came up for the palm had the same expression in his eyes. In the mist he could not see the doors; the crowd kept moving and looked as though there were no end to it. The female choir was singing, a nun was reading the prayers for the day. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Bishop Pyotr is presiding over the Palm Sunday vigil. In the sea of people, he thinks he spots his mother, who he has not seen in years. When he returns to the monastery that evening, another priest tells him that his mother stopped by to see him and will return the next day. The Bishop is happy to hear that it was his mother he saw and begins recalling happy childhood memories. He is reunited with his mother but notices that she treats him in a formal manner and does not seemed relaxed. The Bishop starts to notice that many in his congregation are treating him in an almost fearful manner. This is all bothering him, on top of which he is not feeling well physically. The Bishop became very ill and his mother attending to him finally forget his lofty...

The evening service was being celebrated on the eve of Palm Sunday in the Old Petrovsky Convent. When they began distributing the palm it was close upon ten o'clock, the candles were burning dimly, the wicks wanted snuffing; it was all in a sort of mist. In the twilight of the church the crowd seemed heaving like the sea, and to Bishop Pyotr, who had been unwell for the last three days, it seemed that all the faces-old and young, men's and women's-were alike, that everyone who came up for the palm had the same expression in his eyes. In the mist he could not see the doors; the crowd kept moving and looked as though there were no end to it. The female choir was singing, a nun was reading the prayers for the day.

Excerpt from The Bishop: And Other StoriesThe evening service was being celebrated on the eve of Palm Sunday in the Old Petrovsky Convent. When they began distributing the palm it was close upon ten o'clock, the candles were burning dimly, the wicks wanted snufiing; it was all in a sort of mist. In the twilight of the church the crowd seemed heav ing like the sea, and to Bishop Pyotr, who had been unwell for the last three days, it seemed that all the faces old and young, men's and women's were alike, that everyone who came up for the palm had the same expression in his eyes. In the mist he could not see the doors; the crowd kept moving and looked as though there were no end to it. The female choir was singing, a nun was reading the prayers for the day.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.