A fantasy I could indulge in but philosophically unimaginative, positing only that power corrupts. A simple reversal without consideration of history of oppression, blanketing humanity with the empathic capacity of a child wanting to be king of the hill.
Incidentally, my favourite short stories by Chekhov are not found in this collection. They are: “At Christmas Time”, “The Horse-Stealers”, and “A Nincompoop”.