『壹』 急急急！！！契诃夫短篇小说好看吗我要买个英文版的短篇小说集
契柯夫不错 不过有的 文章 很难懂 太深奥了
『贰』 谁帮我找找，哪本英文版的短篇小说好读一些。
内容简介《契诃夫短篇小说选》所选的作品来自契诃夫创作的前后两个时期。在早期作品中，除了中国读者比较熟悉的，具有一定现实批判色彩的《变色龙》之外，还有一些轻松诙谐的纯幽默小说。《契诃夫短篇小说选》所选的契诃夫后期小主，以《套中人》是为著名。这篇小说表现了沉闷压抑的时代氛围，讽刺了俄国社会普遍的僵化、禁锢的精神状态。 作者简介安东·巴甫洛维奇·契诃夫（Antonpavlovich chekhov，1860-1904），19世纪俄国小说家、戏剧家、批判现实主义作家、世界短篇小说艺术大师。1860年1月29日生于罗斯托夫省塔甘罗格市。1879年进入奠斯科大学医学系。1904年7月15日因肺炎逝世。其剧作对20世纪戏剧产生了很大影响，他坚持批判现实主义传统，注重描写俄国人民的日常生活.塑造具有典型性格的小人物，借此忠实反映出当时俄国社会的现况。他和法国的莫泊桑，美国的欧·亨利齐名为世界三大短篇小说巨匠。
译者简介：
童道明，1937年生于江苏省杨合镇（今张家港市），1960年肄业干莫斯科大学文学系语言文学专业。现为中国社会科学院外国文学研究所研究员、中国戏剧家协会理事、中国作家协会会员。著有：论文集《他山集》，专著《戏剧笔记》，随笔集《惜别樱桃园》等，主编《世界经典戏剧全集》（20卷），并有译著数种。 编辑推荐《契诃夫短篇小说选》是我国当代著名俄罗斯文学专家童道明先生主译，世界三大短篇小说巨匠之一、列夫·托尔斯泰眼中的“一流幽默作家”——契诃夫经典短篇小说集，买中文版送英文版。
望着温暖的夜晚的天空，望着映照出疲惫的、忧郁的落日的河流和水塘，是一种可以为之付出全部灵魂的莫大满足。 目录
套中人
灯火
变色龙
玩笑
在别墅里
薇罗奇卡
邻居
万卡
坏孩子
安娜套在颈子上
大小瓦洛佳
未婚妻
药内奇
美女
喀希坦卡
苦恼
欣喜
大学生
带小狗的女人
忧伤
基本信息·出版社：上海三联书店
·页码：242 页
·出版日期：2009年05月
·ISBN：7542630482/9787542630483
·条形码：9787542630483
·包装版本：第1版
·装帧：平装
·开本：16
·正文语种：中文242
·丛书名：一力文库
·外文书名：THE COLLECTED SHORT STORIES OF CHEKHOV
『叁』 急问：契诃夫的短篇小说《名贵的狗》的英文版名称是什么谢谢！
他是俄国的，有俄语版的，英文的貌似没有，不过你可以翻译啊！expensive dog
『肆』 作家契诃夫的英文简介
这里很详细,还有相关链接:
http://www.answers.com/topic/anton-chekhov
『伍』 契诃夫短篇小说胖子与瘦子的英文原版
The police superintendent Otchumyelov is walking across the market square wearing a new overcoat and carrying a parcel under his arm. A red-haired policeman strides after him with a sieve full of confiscated gooseberries in his hands. There is silence all around. Not a soul in the square. . . . The open doors of the shops and taverns look out upon God’ world disconsolately, like hungry mouths; there is not even a beggar near them.
“So you bite, you damned brute?” Otchumyelov hears suddenly. “Lads, don’t let him go! Biting is prohibited nowadays! Hold him! ah . . . ah!”
There is the sound of a dog yelping. Otchumyelov looks in the direction of the sound and sees a dog, hopping on three legs and looking about her, run out of Pitchugin’s timber-yard. A man in a starched cotton shirt, with his waistcoat unbuttoned, is chasing her. He runs after her, and throwing his body forward falls down and seizes the dog by her hind legs. Once more there is a yelping and a shout of “Don’t let go!” Sleepy countenances are protruded from the shops, and soon a crowd, which seems to have sprung out of the earth, is gathered round the timber-yard.
“It looks like a row, your honour . . .” says the policeman.
Otchumyelov makes a half turn to the left and strides towards the crowd.
He sees the aforementioned man in the unbuttoned waistcoat standing close by the gate of the timber-yard, holding his right hand in the air and displaying a bleeding finger to the crowd. On his half-drunken face there is plainly written: “I’ll pay you out, you rogue!” and indeed the very finger has the look of a flag of victory. In this man Otchumyelov recognises Hryukin, the goldsmith. The culprit who has caused the sensation, a white borzoy puppy with a sharp muzzle and a yellow patch on her back, is sitting on the ground with her fore-paws outstretched in the middle of the crowd, trembling all over. There is an expression of misery and terror in her tearful eyes.
“What’s it all about?” Otchumyelov inquires, pushing his way through the crowd. “What are you here for? Why are you waving your finger . . .? Who was it shouted?”
“I was walking along here, not interfering with anyone, your honour,” Hryukin begins, coughing into his fist. “I was talking about firewood to Mitry Mitritch, when this low brute for no rhyme or reason bit my finger. . . . You must excuse me, I am a working man. . . . Mine is fine work. I must have damages, for I shan’t be able to use this finger for a week, may be. . . . It’s not even the law, your honour, that one should put up with it from a beast. . . . If everyone is going to be bitten, life won’t be worth living . . . .”
“H’m. Very good,” says Otchumyelov sternly, coughing and raising his eyebrows. “Very good. Whose dog is it? I won’t let this pass! I’ll teach them to let their dogs run all over the place!It’s time these gentry were looked after, if they won’t obey the regulations! When he’s fined, the blackguard, I’ll teach him what it means to keep dogs and such stray cattle! I’ll give him a lesson! . . . Yeldyrin,” cries the superintendent, addressing the policeman, “find out whose dog this is and draw up a report! And the dog must be strangled. Without delay! It’s sure to be mad. . . . Whose dog is it, I ask?”
“I fancy it’s General Zhigalov’s,” says someone in the crowd.
“General Zhigalov’s, h’m. . . . Help me off with my coat, Yeldyrin . . . it’s frightfully hot!It must be a sign of rain. . . . There’s one thing I can’t make out, how it came to bite you?” Otchumyelov turns to Hryukin. “Surely it couldn’t reach your finger. It’s a little dog, and you are a great hulking fellow!You must have scratched your finger with a nail, and then the idea struck you to get damages for it. We all know . . . your sort! I know you devils!”
“He put a cigarette in her face, your honour, for a joke, and she had the sense to snap at him. . . . He is a nonsensical fellow, your honour!”
“That’s a lie, Squinteye! You didn’t see, so why tell lies about it? His honour is a wise gentleman, and will see who is telling lies and who is telling the truth, as in God’s sight. . . . And if I am lying let the court decide. It’s written in the law. . . . We are all equal nowadays. My own brother is in the gendarmes . . . let me tell you . . . .”
“Don’t argue!”
“No, that’s not the General’s dog,” says the policeman, with profound conviction, “the General hasn’t got one like that. His are mostly setters.”
“Do you know that for a fact?”
“Yes, your honour.”
“I know it, too. The General has valuable dogs, thoroughbred, and this is goodness knows what! No coat, no shape. . . . A low creature. And to keep a dog like that! . . . where’s the sense of it. If a dog like that were to turn up in Petersburg or Moscow, do you know what would happen? They would not worry about the law, they would strangle it in a twinkling! You’ve been injured, Hryukin, and we can’t let the matter drop. . . . We must give them a lesson! It is high time. . . .!”
“Yet maybe it is the General’s,” says the policeman, thinking aloud. “It’s not written on its face. . . . I saw one like it the other day in his yard.”
“It is the General’s, that’s certain!” says a voice in the crowd.
“H’m, help me on with my overcoat, Yeldyrin, my lad . . . the wind’s getting up. . . . I am cold. . . .You take it to the General’s, and inquire there. Say I found it and sent it. And tell them not to let it out into the street. . . . It may be a valuable dog, and if every swine goes sticking a cigar in its mouth, it will soon be ruined. A dog is a delicate animal. . . . And you put your hand down, you blockhead. It’s no use your displaying your fool of a finger. It’s your own fault . . . .”
“Here comes the General’s cook, ask him . . . Hi, Prohor! Come here, my dear man! Look at this dog. . . . Is it one of yours?”
“What an idea! We have never had one like that!”
“There’s no need to waste time asking,” says Otchumyelov. “It’s a stray dog! There’s no need to waste time talking about it. . . . Since he says it’s a stray dog, a stray dog it is. . . . It must be destroyed, that’s all about it.”
“It is not our dog,” Prohor goes on. “It belongs to the General’s brother, who arrived the other day. Our master does not care for hounds. But his honour is fond of them . . . .”
“You don’t say his Excellency’s brother is here? Vladimir Ivanitch?” inquires Otchumyelov, and his whole face beams with an ecstatic smile. “‘Well, I never! And I didn’t know! Has he come on a visit?
“Yes.”
“Well, I never. . . . He couldn’t stay away from his brother. . . . And there I didn’t know! So this is his honour’s dog? Delighted to hear it. . . . Take it. It’s not a bad pup. . . . A lively creature. . . . Snapped at this fellow’s finger! Ha-ha-ha. . . . Come, why are you shivering? Rrr . . . Rrrr. . . . The rogue’s angry . . . a nice little pup.”
Prohor calls the dog, and walks away from the timber-yard with her. The crowd laughs at Hryukin.
“I’ll make you smart yet!” Otchumyelov threatens him, and wrapping himself in his greatcoat, goes on his way across the square.
『陆』 契柯夫中英简介急急急！！ （20分钟）
安东·巴甫洛维奇·契诃夫( Аnton chekhov.1860～1904) 俄国小说家、戏剧家、十九世纪末期俄国批判现实主义作家、短篇小说艺术大师。他和法国的莫泊桑，美国的欧·亨利 齐名为三大短篇小说巨匠。 早期作品多是短篇小说代表作《变色龙》《装在套子里的人》，创作后期转向戏剧。
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (Аnton chekhov.1860 ~ 1904) Russian novelist, dramatist, the late nineteenth century Russian critical realism writer, short story artist. He and Maupassant in France, the United States into three short story master O. Henry par. Early works is a masterpiece short story "Chameleon", "installed in sets of houses" and later turned to writing drama.
『柒』 关于契柯夫的短篇小说集
1、被雪橇撞了受伤
2、八十卢布
3、八等文官
4、没有
5、一个是兽医一个是中学教师
6、唾沫星子溅到将军身上
7、医生
8、实在是没看过。。
『捌』 契诃夫的短篇小说《歌女》《跳来跳去的女人》的英文名是什么啊
《跳来跳去的女人》的英文名是Poprigunya