A Blunder
Strike while the iron is hot.
This is a twisted story. Usually the parents are out to protect their daughter from the horny teacher -- not ready to trap him.
"The fat little hand that smelt of egg soap" is Chekhov's way of delivering the news. The daughter's prospects might not be so great and the parents must do what they can when the teacher, Shchupkin, who writes like a spider, enters their web.
But then the ikon get crossed up with a portrait of an author and the victim is allowed to make his escape.
Haste makes waste or writer's block?
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