While forward to the future we often forget the darkness that is part of life.
Is it a vision of the future or merely an amplification of our fears? What is real and what is our imagination run wild. How can we look forward to a life that is guaranteed to be filled with tragedy, toil, and anguish? Yet, somehow, we go on. In this short story a young woman fears the worst for her future as she gazes into “The Looking Glass.”
Best known for his brilliant plays, Anton Chekov was also a prolific writer of short stories, which number in the hundreds. Born in Russia in 1860, Chekov wrote furiously for most of his short life before dying of tuberculosis in 1904.