The Bet by Anton Chekhov

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"The Bet" by Anton Chekhov explores the tension between materialism and the value of human life, setting up a clash of ideals between two men—one who believes that life, even lived in isolation, is more valuable than death, and another who sees no distinction between life and oblivion. Over fifteen years, this wager will challenge their assumptions about life, happiness, knowledge, and human dignity. It is a story that delves into existential themes, showing how dramatically one’s understanding of life can change when stripped of the external world.

One evening, during a lively conversation about capital punishment, a banker and a young lawyer found themselves on opposite sides of a passionate debate. The banker firmly believed that capital punishment was more humane than life imprisonment. “Capital punishment kills a man at once,” he argued, “but lifelong imprisonment kills him slowly.”

The young lawyer, who was only 25 years old, vehemently disagreed. He maintained that life, no matter the circumstances, was always better than death. "To live anyhow is better than not at all," he stated boldly.

The argument between the two grew more heated, and in a moment of recklessness, the banker proposed a bet. "I'll stake two million," he said, "that you wouldn't stay in solitary confinement for five years."

The lawyer, driven by pride and a hunger to prove his point, responded, "If you mean that seriously, I'll take the bet, but I’ll stay not five but fifteen years."

The banker, taken aback by the lawyer’s fervor, accepted the terms. They drew up a formal agreement, and it was decided that the lawyer would spend fifteen years in solitary confinement, beginning at midnight that very night. If the lawyer succeeded, the banker would pay him two million rubles. If he failed, the lawyer would forfeit the bet and the money.

The Confinement Begins

From that night onward, the lawyer was confined to a small lodge in the banker’s garden, separated from the outside world. He was allowed no visitors, no human contact, and could not leave the premises. His only companions would be books, music, and a piano, all of which the banker agreed to provide.

The years passed slowly. In the first year, the lawyer, as was later revealed in his letters, felt acute loneliness and depression. His only solace was reading light literature and playing the piano for hours on end. He spent most of his days pacing the small confines of the room and occasionally stopping to play a tune or read a chapter from one of his books.

In the second year, his melancholy deepened. He stopped playing the piano and requested only classic literature: the works of Shakespeare, Homer, and Dante. He immersed himself in these timeless texts, reading them over and over again, as if seeking some eternal truth that would make sense of his isolation.

By the fifth year, the lawyer requested only religious texts. He seemed to have undergone a spiritual transformation, renouncing the worldly pleasures he had once sought so fervently. His letters revealed that he was now obsessed with understanding the mysteries of life and the divine. He spoke of his soul, of redemption, and of an existence that went beyond the material.

As the tenth year of confinement approached, the lawyer’s interest shifted again. This time, he plunged himself into the study of languages, philosophy, and science. He learned six languages, mastering each one to the point of being able to recite entire books by heart. He requested treatises on history, mathematics, and the natural sciences. His mind seemed insatiable, constantly seeking new knowledge to fill the void left by his isolation.

The Banker’s Despair

Meanwhile, the banker’s fortunes had taken a turn for the worse. The financial markets had been unkind to him, and his wealth had dwindled over the years. The prospect of paying the lawyer two million rubles—an amount that had seemed trivial fifteen years earlier—now loomed as a potential disaster. If the lawyer won the bet, the banker would be ruined.

As the fifteenth year approached, the banker became increasingly desperate. He began to regret ever making the bet, cursing his foolish pride and the impulsive nature of his challenge. The thought of losing everything gnawed at him daily, filling him with dread and despair.

On the eve of the final day of the bet, the banker could not sleep. As the clock ticked towards midnight, when the lawyer’s imprisonment would officially end, the banker made a grim decision. He resolved to kill the lawyer to avoid paying the bet. The idea horrified him at first, but as the hours passed, it became more and more justifiable in his mind. After all, if the lawyer were dead, the contract would be null, and he would be free of his financial obligations.

Slipping quietly into the lawyer’s lodge, the banker approached his sleeping opponent. His heart pounded in his chest as he held a small knife in his trembling hand. Just as he was about to commit the crime, he noticed something unusual. There, on the lawyer’s desk, was a letter addressed to the banker.

Curiosity overtook the banker’s murderous intent, and he picked up the letter to read it.

The Lawyer’s Letter

In the letter, the lawyer explained how he had changed over the years. He wrote of the profound transformation his soul had undergone during his confinement. Fifteen years ago, he had entered the bet as a young man, eager for wealth, fame, and worldly pleasures. He had believed that money could buy him happiness and that proving the banker wrong would bring him satisfaction.

But after fifteen years of isolation, he had come to a different conclusion.

In his letter, the lawyer revealed that he now despised all material wealth. He saw money, fame, and success as trivial pursuits, meaningless in the grand scheme of life. He had discovered that true happiness could not be found in worldly things but in the cultivation of the soul and the pursuit of higher knowledge. He had read thousands of books, studied the works of the greatest minds, and found solace in the teachings of philosophers and prophets.

The lawyer declared that he no longer wanted the money. He renounced the two million rubles and declared that he would voluntarily forfeit the bet. In his final words, he wrote: “To prove that I despise what you live for, I shall leave this place five hours before the time fixed, and so break the terms of our compact.”

The banker was stunned. His eyes filled with tears as he realized the magnitude of what the lawyer had endured and how little the bet had truly mattered in the end.

The Escape

True to his word, the lawyer left the lodge that night, just hours before the end of the fifteen years. He walked away quietly, without a single word to the banker or any other soul. His once-bold ambitions had withered away, replaced by a sense of detachment from the material world. He no longer cared for wealth or power. He had attained a wisdom far beyond what he had imagined when he first entered the bet.

The banker, shaken to his core, returned to his mansion. He felt a mix of relief and shame. He had been spared from financial ruin, but at what cost? The bet had taken fifteen years of the lawyer’s life and had nearly driven the banker to murder. He locked the lawyer’s letter in his safe, knowing that it would haunt him for the rest of his days.

Years later, the banker would look back on that night with a sense of guilt and regret. He had gained nothing from the bet—no money, no pride, no satisfaction. Instead, he had lost a part of himself, a part that would never fully heal.

The Moral of the Story

In the end, the bet was not just a wager on money or principles. It was a test of two men’s philosophies of life. The banker, who had once believed that money was the key to happiness, was left hollow and defeated. The lawyer, who had entered the bet for wealth and glory, emerged a changed man, one who had learned that the true riches of life are found within.

Anton Chekhov’s “The Bet” serves as a poignant reminder of the fragility of human values and the transformative power of time and isolation. It forces readers to question the meaning of wealth, the purpose of life, and the lengths to which people will go in pursuit of their ideals.

The Epilogue

Years passed, and the banker, now an old man, would often sit by the fire, reading the lawyer’s letter. It had become a relic of his past, a reminder of the foolishness of youth and the lessons learned too late. Though the lawyer had renounced the money, the banker knew that he was the one who had truly lost the bet.

The lawyer, whose name no one remembered, disappeared from society. Some said he had gone to live in a monastery, while others believed he had traveled to distant lands. But the truth remained unknown. All that was left of him were the books he had read, the knowledge he had gained, and the profound realization that life, in its purest form, is more valuable than any sum of money.