世界十大中短篇小說家百度文庫

① 著名短篇小說作家的簡介

（1）莫泊桑
十九世紀法國著名的批判現實主義小說家。1880年發表第一個短篇小說《羊脂球》，此後陸續寫了一大批思想性和藝術性完美結合的短篇小說，博得世界短篇小說巨匠的贊譽。他的創作廣泛而深刻地反映了十九世紀後半期的法國社會現實，無情地揭露了資產階級道德風尚的丑惡，對下層社會的「小人物」寄予同情。小說構思新穎，描寫生動，人物語言個性化，布局謀篇別具匠心。代表作有短篇小說《羊脂球》、《項鏈》等，長篇小說《一生》、《俊友》（又譯做《漂亮的朋友》等。

（2）契可夫
十世世紀俄國批判現實主義作家、戲劇家和短篇小說藝術大師。他的早期合作諷刺和揭露了俄國社會官場人物媚上欺下的丑惡面目，寫得諧趣橫生，發人深思。八十年代中期，他創作了既幽默又富於悲劇的短篇小說，反映了社會底層人民的被侮辱被損害的不幸生活，具有深刻的思想意義。代表作有短篇小說《變色龍》、《苦惱》、《萬卡》、《第六病室》、《套中人》等。

（3）歐.亨利
十九世紀末二十世紀初美國現實主義著名作家。曾被誣告罪入獄三年。後遷居紐約，專事寫作，他幾乎每周寫一篇短篇小說，供報刊發表。他一生創作了近三百篇短篇小說和一部長篇小說，對腐朽的資本主義制度、反人道的法律、虛偽的道德給予揭露和諷刺。代表作有長篇小說《白菜與皇帝》，短篇小說《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》等。

這3位是世界三大著名的短篇小說家

② 世界著名短篇小說

THE GIFT OF THE
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

③ 世界著名短篇小說有哪些

(1)莫泊桑
十九世紀法國著名的批判現實主義小說家.1880年發表第一個短篇小說《羊脂球》,此後陸續寫了一大批思想性和藝術性完美結合的短篇小說,博得世界短篇小說巨匠的贊譽.他的創作廣泛而深刻地反映了十九世紀後半期的法國社會現實,無情地揭露了資產階級道德風尚的丑惡,對下層社會的"小人物"寄予同情.小說構思新穎,描寫生動,人物語言個性化,布局謀篇別具匠心.代表作有短篇小說《羊脂球》,《項鏈》等,長篇小說《一生》,《俊友》(又譯做《漂亮的朋友》等.
(2)契可夫
十世世紀俄國批判現實主義作家,戲劇家和短篇小說藝術大師.他的早期合作諷刺和揭露了俄國社會官場人物媚上欺下的丑惡面目,寫得諧趣橫生,發人深思.八十年代中期,他創作了既幽默又富於悲劇的短篇小說,反映了社會底層人民的被侮辱被損害的不幸生活,具有深刻的思想意義.代表作有短篇小說《變色龍》,《苦惱》,《萬卡》,《第六病室》,《套中人》等.
(3)歐.亨利
十九世紀末二十世紀初美國現實主義著名作家.曾被誣告罪入獄三年.後遷居紐約,專事寫作,他幾乎每周寫一篇短篇小說,供報刊發表.他一生創作了近三百篇短篇小說和一部長篇小說,對腐朽的資本主義制度,反人道的法律,虛偽的道德給予揭露和諷刺.代表作有長篇小說《白菜與皇帝》,短篇小說《麥琪的禮物》,《警察與贊美詩》等.

④ 世界四大短篇小說巨匠都有誰，他們有什麼經典作品

在全世界聞名的短篇小說作家有很多，但能稱得上巨匠這個美譽的作家不多，其中被稱為世界四大巨匠的作家是法國著名批判主義作家莫泊桑、俄國著名現實主義作家契科夫和美國現實主義作家歐亨利和幽默大師馬克吐溫。他們的風格不同，文筆不同，但同樣的膾炙人口，深受無數的文學愛好者的喜愛。

綜上所述，莫泊桑、契科夫、歐亨利和馬克吐溫被稱為四大短篇小說巨匠，他們一生中創作的作品非常多，不僅深受讀者的喜愛，還影響了後代無數作家。

⑤ 世界三大短篇小說巨匠分別是誰

世界三大短篇小說巨匠是：法國的莫泊桑； 俄國的契訶夫； 美國的歐·亨利。

1、莫泊桑：

十九世紀法國著名的批判現實主義小說家。1880年發表第一個短篇小說《羊脂球》，此後陸續寫了一大批思想性和藝術性完美結合的短篇小說，博得世界短篇小說巨匠的贊譽。

2、契訶夫：

十九世紀俄國批判現實主義作家、戲劇家和短篇小說藝術大師。他的早期合作諷刺和揭露了俄國社會官場人物媚上欺下的丑惡面目，寫得諧趣橫生，發人深思。

3、歐·亨利：

十九世紀末二十世紀初美國現實主義著名作家。曾被誣告罪入獄三年。後遷居紐約，專事寫作，他幾乎每周寫一篇短篇小說，供報刊發表。他一生創作了近三百篇短篇小說和一部長篇小說，對腐朽的資本主義制度、反人道的法律、虛偽的道德給予揭露和諷刺。

(5)世界十大中短篇小說家百度文庫擴展閱讀

莫泊桑1850年出生於法國上諾曼府濱海塞納省的一個沒落貴族家庭。曾參加普法戰爭，此經歷成為他日後創作小說的一個重要主題。莫泊桑患有神經痛和強烈的偏頭痛，巨大的勞動強度，使他逐漸病入膏肓。

直到1891年，他已不能再進行寫作。在遭受疾病殘酷的折磨之後，莫泊桑於1893年7月6日逝世，年僅43歲。

他一生創作了六部長篇小說、三百五十九篇中短篇小說及三部游記，是法國文學史上短篇小說創作數量最大、成就最高的作家。 代表作品有《項鏈》《漂亮朋友》《羊脂球》《我的叔叔於勒》等。

⑥ 世界10大文學短篇巨匠是哪些

世界三大短篇小說家，沒聽過十大的

（1）莫泊桑
十九世紀法國著名的批判現實主義小說家。1880年發表第一個短篇小說《羊脂球》，此後陸續寫了一大批思想性和藝術性完美結合的短篇小說，博得世界短篇小說巨匠的贊譽。他的創作廣泛而深刻地反映了十九世紀後半期的法國社會現實，無情地揭露了資產階級道德風尚的丑惡，對下層社會的「小人物」寄予同情。小說構思新穎，描寫生動，人物語言個性化，布局謀篇別具匠心。代表作有短篇小說《羊脂球》、《項鏈》等，長篇小說《一生》、《俊友》（又譯做《漂亮的朋友》等。
莫泊桑受福樓拜的影響極大，他具有獨特的視角，見他人之所不見，以平淡的情節塑造人物，真實的細節凸現性格，反映了現實的思想內容，又有引人入勝的藝術格調。
莫泊桑從描寫司空見慣的平凡小事著手，把短篇小說的技藝運用到了盡善盡美的極致，形成了逼真、自然的寫作風格。他的敘述筆調幾近白描，生動而惜墨如金，寥寥數筆，人物的環境、氣氛躍然紙上，描寫用詞准確、言簡意賅，可以說是字字珠璣。
（2）契訶夫

十世世紀俄國批判現實主義作家、戲劇家和短篇小說藝術大師。他的早期合作諷刺和揭露了俄國社會官場人物媚上欺下的丑惡面目，寫得諧趣橫生，發人深思。八十年代中期，他創作了既幽默又富於悲劇的短篇小說，反映了社會底層人民的被侮辱被損害的不幸生活，具有深刻的思想意義。代表作有短篇小說《變色龍》、《苦惱》、《萬卡》、《第六病室》、《套中人》等。
契訶夫創造了一種風格獨特、言簡意賅、藝術精湛的抒情心理小說。他截取片段平凡的日常生活，憑借精巧的藝術細節對生活和人物作真實描繪和刻畫，從中展示重要的社會內容。這種小說抒情氣味濃郁，抒發他對丑惡現實的不滿和對美好未來的嚮往，把褒揚和貶抑、歡悅和痛苦之情融化在作品的形象體系之中。他認為：「天才的姊妹是簡練」，「寫作的本領就是把寫得差的地方刪去的本領」。他提倡「客觀地」敘述，說 「越是客觀給人的印象就越深」。他信任讀者的想像和理解能力，主張讓讀者自己從形象體系中琢磨作品的涵義。
契訶夫戲劇創作的題材、傾向和風格與他的抒情心理小說基本相似。他不追求離奇曲折的情節，他描寫平凡的日常生活和人物，從中揭示社會生活的重要方面。在契訶夫的劇作中有豐富的潛台詞和濃郁的抒情味；他的現實主義富有鼓舞力量和深刻的象徵意義，「海鷗」和「櫻桃園」就都是他獨創的藝術象徵。斯坦尼斯拉夫斯基、丹欽科以及莫斯科藝術劇院（1898年建立）與契訶夫進行了創造性的合作，對舞台節術作出了重大革新。
（3）歐.亨利
十九世紀末二十世紀初美國現實主義著名作家。曾被誣告罪入獄三年。後遷居紐約，專事寫作，他幾乎每周寫一篇短篇小說
，供報刊發表。他一生創作了近三百篇短篇小說和一部長篇小說，對腐朽的資本主義制度、反人道的法律、虛偽的道德給予揭露和諷刺。代表作有長篇小說《白菜與皇帝》，短篇小說《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》等。
歐·亨利對社會與人生的觀察和分析並不深刻，有些作品比較淺薄，但他一生困頓，常與失意落魄的小人物同甘共苦，又能以別出心裁的藝術手法表現他們復雜的感情。他的作品構思新穎，語言詼諧，結局常常出人意外；又因描寫了眾多的人物，富於生活情趣，被譽為「美國生活的幽默網路全書」。
從藝術手法上看，歐·亨利善於捕捉生活中令人啼笑皆非而富於哲理的戲劇性場景，用漫畫般的筆觸勾勒出人物的特點。作品情節的發展較快，在結尾時突然出現一個意料不到的結局，使讀者驚愕之餘，不能不承認故事合情合理，進而贊嘆作者構思的巧妙。他的文字生動活潑，善於利用雙關語、訛音、諧音和舊典新意，妙趣橫生,以含淚的微笑著稱。他還以准確的細節描寫，製造與再現氣氛，特別是大都會夜生活的氣氛。
從題材的性質來看，歐·亨利的作品大致可分為三類。一類以描寫美國西部生活為主；一類寫的是美國一些大城市的生活；一類則以拉丁美洲生活為對象。這些不同的題材，顯然與作者一生中幾個主要生活時期的不同經歷，有著密切的關系。而三類作品當中，無疑又以描寫城市生活的作品數量最多，意義最大。
歐·亨利思想的矛盾和他作品的弱點，與他的創作環境有極大關系。即使在他已經成名，受到讀者廣泛歡迎的時候，他的生活也依然經常處於拮據狀態。他曾經直言不諱地說：「我是為麵包而寫作的」。

⑦ 短篇小說的作者有哪些

短篇小說的作者有哪些？以下3位是世界三大著名的短篇小說家：（1）莫泊桑
十九世紀法國著名的批判現實主義小說家。1880年發表第一個短篇小說《羊脂球》，此後陸續寫了一大批思想性和藝術性完美結合的短篇小說，博得世界短篇小說巨匠的贊譽。他的創作廣泛而深刻地反映了十九世紀後半期的法國社會現實，無情地揭露了資產階級道德風尚的丑惡，對下層社會的「小人物」寄予同情。小說構思新穎，描寫生動，人物語言個性化，布局謀篇別具匠心。代表作有短篇小說《羊脂球》、《項鏈》等，長篇小說《一生》、《俊友》（又譯做《漂亮的朋友》等。
（2）契可夫
十世世紀俄國批判現實主義作家、戲劇家和短篇小說藝術大師。他的早期合作諷刺和揭露了俄國社會官場人物媚上欺下的丑惡面目，寫得諧趣橫生，發人深思。八十年代中期，他創作了既幽默又富於悲劇的短篇小說，反映了社會底層人民的被侮辱被損害的不幸生活，具有深刻的思想意義。代表作有短篇小說《變色龍》、《苦惱》、《萬卡》、《第六病室》、《套中人》等。
（3）歐.亨利
十九世紀末二十世紀初美國現實主義著名作家。曾被誣告罪入獄三年。後遷居紐約，專事寫作，他幾乎每周寫一篇短篇小說，供報刊發表。他一生創作了近三百篇短篇小說和一部長篇小說，對腐朽的資本主義制度、反人道的法律、虛偽的道德給予揭露和諷刺。代表作有長篇小說《白菜與皇帝》，短篇小說《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》等。

⑧ 推薦外國一些著名中短篇小說家及其作品

奠泊桑，法國批判現實主義作家，著有300 篇短篇和長篇小說，代表作有《羊脂球》、《俊友》等，課文收有《項鏈》，《我的叔叔於勒》等。

莎士比亞，英國文藝復興時期偉大的劇作家和詩人。流傳劇本37 部，長詩兩首，十四行詩154 首，代表作品有《羅密歐與朱麗葉》、《哈姆雷特》、《奧賽羅》、《李爾王》等。

契訶夫，19 世紀末期俄國傑出的批判現實主義作家，舉世聞名的短篇小說巨匠和著名的劇作家，代表作有短篇小說《套中人》、《變色龍》、《哀傷》、《苦惱》、《萬卡》等，劇本《萬尼亞舅舅》、《伊凡諾夫》、《海鷗》、《櫻桃園》等。

高爾基，偉大的無產階級作家，前蘇聯社會主義文學奠基人。著有《高爾基全集》69 卷。其中著名的作品有自傳體三部曲《童年》、《在人間》、《我的大學》等，《母親》是他的代表作。

馬克·吐溫，美國傑出的批判現實主義作家，代表作有《鍍金時代》、《湯姆·索亞歷險記》、《哈克貝利·費恩歷險記》，晚年著有《敗壞了赫德萊保的人》。

歐·亨利，美國短篇小說家，著有《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》、《最後的藤葉》等。

伏契克，捷克斯洛伐克民族英雄、新聞記者、作家，著有《親愛的國家裡》、《絞刑架下的報告》。

安徒生，丹麥童話作家。著有《皇帝的新衣》、《夜鶯》、《丑小鴨》、《賣火柴的小女孩》、《影子》、《老房子》、《母親的故事》、《園丁和主人》等。

⑨ 世界短篇小說三巨匠是哪三位

居伊·德·莫泊桑，安東·巴甫洛維奇·契訶夫，歐·亨利。這三位的依次國籍為法國、俄國、美國。依次的代表作是短篇《羊脂球》、《胖子和瘦子》、《愛的犧牲》。

莫泊桑

居伊·德·莫泊桑（Guy·de·Maupassant ），是一位法國19世紀後半期法國優秀的批判現實主義作家。莫泊桑早就有神經痛的徵兆，他長期頑強的與病魔斗爭，堅持寫作，巨大的勞動強度與未曾收斂的放盪生活，使他逐漸病入膏肓。直到1891年，他已不能再進行寫作，在遭受疾病殘酷的折磨之後，終於在1893年7月6日逝世，享年僅43歲。一生創作了6部長篇小說和350多篇中短篇小說，及三部游記。

契訶夫

安東·巴甫洛維奇·契訶夫( 英語：Аnton chekhov ) (1860～1904) 俄國小說家、戲劇家、十九世紀末期俄國批判現實主義作家、短篇小說藝術大師。1860年1月29日生於羅斯托夫省塔甘羅格市。但契訶夫隻身留在塔甘羅格，靠擔任家庭教師以維持生計和繼續求學。1879年進莫斯科大學醫學系。1884年畢業後在茲威尼哥羅德等地行醫，廣泛接觸平民和了解生活，這對他的文學創作有良好影響。1904年6月，契訶夫因肺炎病情惡化，前往德國的溫泉療養地巴登維勒治療，7月15日逝世。

歐·亨利

歐·亨利（O.Henry 1862～1910年），原名：威廉·西德尼·波特（WilliamSydneyPorter），是世界著名的短篇小說家。他的一生富於傳奇性，當過葯房學徒、牧牛人、會計員、土地局辦事員、新聞記者、銀行出納員。他的創作緊隨莫泊桑和契訶夫之後，而又獨樹一幟。曾被評論界譽為曼哈頓桂冠散文作家和美國現代短篇小說之父。他的作品有「美國生活的網路全書」之譽。

⑩ 世界著名十大作家

世界著名的作家有很多，比如莎士比亞 (英國) 、列夫·托爾斯泰 (蘇聯) 、但丁 (義大利) 、雨果 (法國) 、荷馬 (希臘) 、歌德 (德國) 、魯迅 (中國) ；

安徒生 (丹麥) 、普希金 (俄羅斯) 、狄更斯 (英國) 、喬伊斯 ---- 英國 、馬克吐溫 ---- 美國 、薄伽丘 ---- 義大利 、高爾基 ---- 蘇聯 、蕭伯納 ---- 英國等。

(10)世界十大中短篇小說家百度文庫擴展閱讀：

一、莎士比亞簡介：

蕭伯納（George Bernard Shaw，1856年7月26日—1950年11月2日），愛爾蘭劇作家。1925年因作品具有理想主義和人道主義而獲諾貝爾文學獎，他是英國現代傑出的現實主義戲劇作家；

是世界著名的擅長幽默與諷刺的語言大師，同時他還是積極的社會活動家和費邊社會主義的宣傳者。他支持婦女的權利，呼籲選舉制度的根本變革，倡導收入平等，主張廢除私有財產。