It’s Chekhov’s birthday! I made him a cake.

You mean you didn’t?

Really?

Listen, people. If we’re only going to make birthday cakes for people we know, that will seriously reduce the amount of birthday cake in our lives.

Anyway, Anton Chekhov is 155 years old today.

You may remember him from such plays as Three Sisters, Uncle Vanya, The Seagull and The Cherry Orchard. He was a doctor, pals with Tolstoy, and died at only 44, from consumption, which seems to be a very common death for writers. In fact, for loads of people, even today it’s second only to HIV/AIDS, as the greatest killer worldwide due to a single infectious agent.

I went through all my daughter’s Playmobil to see if there was a seagull I could put on top of the cake, but all I could find was a dalmatian, a reindeer, two horses and a crow. Byron would have liked that, but not sure Chekhov would have appreciated the menagerie vibe.

 

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