The Party
A touching family drama.
A rich couple consumed with appearances -- at the same time hating the falsity -- seeking truth -- simplicity -- authenticity. They love each other madly -- but the call and duty of society gets in the way until tragedy strikes.
All the nonsense disppears and they finally see the truth.
Liked the story. The party as seen from the point of view of Olga Mihalovna -- is a chore -- Chekhov puts us in the party and lets us enoy it -- up to a point -- Olga keeps reminding us of how much trouble it is -- and we can sympathize with her plight -- we've all been there hosting a party trying to make everyone happy except ourselves.
Living in any society demands from us a certain amount of conformity -- we rarely get to live the life we want -- we all have obligations we'd rather do without -- and we get caught up in the rituals and appearances and as a result we sometimes feel empty -- unhappy -- unsatisfied -- and I think what Chekhov is illustrating here is that hopefully it doesn't take a terrible event of some kind to wake us up and remind us of what really matters in this world.
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