2.2.2.2: The Cherry Orchard

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<h2 class="lt-human-83074">The Cherry Orchard</h2> The Cherry Orchard License: Public Domain Anton Chekhov Julius West <div class="play"> Characters LUBOV ANDREYEVNA RANEVSKY (Mme. RANEVSKY), a landowner ANYA, her daughter, aged seventeen VARYA (BARBARA), her adopted daughter, aged twenty-seven LEONID ANDREYEVITCH GAEV, Mme. Ranevsky's brother ERMOLAI ALEXEYEVITCH LOPAKHIN, a merchant PETER SERGEYEVITCH TROFIMOV, a student BORIS BORISOVITCH SIMEONOV-PISCHIN, a landowner CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA, a governess SIMEON PANTELEYEVITCH EPIKHODOV, a clerk DUNYASHA (AVDOTYA FEDOROVNA), a maidservant FIERS, an old footman, aged eighty-seven YASHA, a young footman A TRAMP A STATION-MASTER POST-OFFICE CLERK GUESTS A SERVANT The action takes place on Mme. RANEVSKY'S estate Act One A room which is still called the nursery. One of the doors leads into ANYA'S room. It is close on sunrise. It is May. The cherry-trees are in flower but it is chilly in the garden. There is an early frost. The windows of the room are shut. DUNYASHA comes in with a candle, and LOPAKHIN with a book in his hand. Lopakhin The train's arrived, thank God. What's the time? Dunyasha It will soon be two. Blows out candle. It is light already. Lopakhin How much was the train late? Two hours at least. Yawns and stretches himself. I have made a rotten mess of it! I came here on purpose to meet them at the station, and then overslept myself . . . in my chair. It's a pity. I wish you'd wakened me. Dunyasha I thought you'd gone away. Listening. I think I hear them coming. Lopakhin Listens. No. . . . They've got to collect their luggage and so on. . . . Pause. Lubov Andreyevna has been living abroad for five years; I don't know what she'll be like now. . . . She's a good sort--an easy, simple person. I remember when I was a boy of fifteen, my father, who is dead--he used to keep a shop in the village here--hit me on the face with his fist, and my nose bled. . . . We had gone into the yard together for something or other, and he was a little drunk. Lubov Andreyevna, as I remember her now, was still young, and very thin, and she took me to the washstand here in this very room, the nursery. She said, "Don't cry, little man, it'll be all right in time for your wedding." Pause. "Little man". . . . My father was a peasant, it's true, but here I am in a white waistcoat and yellow shoes . . . a pearl out of an oyster. I'm rich now, with lots of money, but just think about it and examine me, and you'll find I'm still a peasant down to the marrow of my bones. Turns over the pages of his book. Here I've been reading this book, but I understood nothing. I read and fell asleep. Pause. Dunyasha The dogs didn't sleep all night; they know that they're coming. Lopakhin What's up with you, Dunyasha . . . ? Dunyasha My hands are shaking. I shall faint. Lopakhin You're too sensitive, Dunyasha. You dress just like a lady, and you do your hair like one too. You oughtn't. You should know your place. Epikhodov Enters with a bouquet. He wears a short jacket and brilliantly polished boots which squeak audibly. He drops the bouquet as he enters, then picks it up. The gardener sent these; says they're to go into the dining-room. Gives the bouquet to DUNYASHA. Lopakhin And you'll bring me some kvass. Dunyasha Very well. Exit. Epikhodov There's a frost this morning--three degrees, and the cherry-trees are all in flower. I can't approve of our climate. Sighs. I can't. Our climate is indisposed to favour us even this once. And, Ermolai Alexeyevitch, allow me to say to you, in addition, that I bought myself some boots two days ago, and I beg to assure you that they squeak in a perfectly unbearable manner. What shall I put on them? Lopakhin Go away. You bore me. Epikhodov Some misfortune happens to me every day. But I don't complain; I'm used to it, and I can smile. DUNYASHA comes in and brings LOPAKHIN some kvass. I shall go. Knocks over a chair. There. . . . Triumphantly. There, you see, if I may use the word, what circumstances I am in, so to speak. It is even simply marvellous. Exit. Dunyasha I may confess to you, Ermolai Alexeyevitch, that Epikhodov has proposed to me. Lopakhin Ah! Dunyasha I don't know what to do about it. He's a nice young man, but every now and again, when he begins talking, you can't understand a word he's saying. I think I like him. He's madly in love with me. He's an unlucky man; every day something happens. We tease him about it. They call him "Two-and-twenty troubles." Lopakhin Listens. There they come, I think. Dunyasha They're coming! What's the matter with me? I'm cold all over. Lopakhin There they are, right enough. Let's go and meet them. Will she know me? We haven't seen each other for five years. Dunyasha Excited. I shall faint in a minute. . . . Oh, I'm fainting! Two carriages are heard driving up to the house. LOPAKHIN and DUNYASHA quickly go out. The stage is empty. A noise begins in the next room. FIERS, leaning on a stick, walks quickly across the stage; he has just been to meet LUBOV ANDREYEVNA. He wears an old-fashioned livery and a tall hat. He is saying something to himself, but not a word of it can be made out. The noise behind the stage gets louder and louder. A voice is heard: "Let's go in there." Enter LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, ANYA, and CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA with a little dog on a chain, and all dressed in travelling clothes, VARYA in a long coat and with a kerchief on her head. GAEV, SIMEONOV-PISCHIN, LOPAKHIN, DUNYASHA with a parcel and an umbrella, and a servant with luggage --all cross the room. Anya Let's come through here. Do you remember what this room is, mother? Lubov Joyfully, through her tears. The nursery! Varya How cold it is! My hands are quite numb. To LUBOV ANDREYEVNA. Your rooms, the white one and the violet one, are just as they used to be, mother. Lubov My dear nursery, oh, you beautiful room. . . . I used to sleep here when I was a baby. Weeps. And here I am like a little girl again. Kisses her brother, VARYA, then her brother again. And Varya is just as she used to be, just like a nun. And I knew Dunyasha. Kisses her. Gaev The train was two hours late. There now; how's that for punctuality? Charlotta To PISCHIN. My dog eats nuts too. Pischin Astonished. To think of that, now! All go out except ANYA and DUNYASHA. Dunyasha We did have to wait for you! Takes off ANYA'S cloak and hat. Anya I didn't get any sleep for four nights on the journey. . . . I'm awfully cold. Dunyasha You went away during Lent, when it was snowing and frosty, but now? Darling! Laughs and kisses her. We did have to wait for you, my joy, my pet. . . . I must tell you at once, I can't bear to wait a minute. Anya Tired. Something else now . . . ? Dunyasha The clerk, Epikhodov, proposed to me after Easter. Anya Always the same. . . . Puts her hair straight. I've lost all my hairpins. . . . She is very tired, and even staggers as she walks. Dunyasha I don't know what to think about it. He loves me, he loves me so much! Anya Looks into her room; in a gentle voice. My room, my windows, as if I'd never gone away. I'm at home! To-morrow morning I'll get up and have a run in the garden. . . .Oh, if I could only get to sleep! I didn't sleep the whole journey, I was so bothered. Dunyasha Peter Sergeyevitch came two days ago. Anya Joyfully. Peter! Dunyasha He sleeps in the bath-house, he lives there. He said he was afraid he'd be in the way. Looks at her pocket-watch. I ought to wake him, but Barbara Mihailovna told me not to. "Don't wake him," she said. Enter VARYA, a bunch of keys on her belt. Varya Dunyasha, some coffee, quick. Mother wants some. Dunyasha This minute. Exit. Varya Well, you've come, glory be to God. Home again. Caressing her. My darling is back again! My pretty one is back again! Anya I did have an awful time, I tell you. Varya I can just imagine it! Anya I went away in Holy Week; it was very cold then. Charlotta talked the whole way and would go on performing her tricks. Why did you tie Charlotta on to me? Varya You couldn't go alone, darling, at seventeen! Anya We went to Paris; it's cold there and snowing. I talk French perfectly horribly. My mother lives on the fifth floor. I go to her, and find her there with various Frenchmen, women, an old abbé with a book, and everything in tobacco smoke and with no comfort at all. I suddenly became very sorry for mother--so sorry that I took her head in my arms and hugged her and wouldn't let her go. Then mother started hugging me and crying. . . . Varya Weeping. Don't say any more, don't say any more. . . . Anya She's already sold her villa near Mentone; she's nothing left, nothing. And I haven't a copeck left either; we only just managed to get here. And mother won't understand! We had dinner at a station; she asked for all the expensive things, and tipped the waiters one rouble each. And Charlotta too. Yasha wants his share too-- it's too bad. Mother's got a footman now, Yasha; we've brought him here. Varya I saw the wretch. Anya How's business? Has the interest been paid? Varya Not much chance of that. Anya Oh God, oh God . . . Varya The place will be sold in August. Anya O God. . . . Lopakhin Looks in at the door and moos. Moo! . . . Exit. Varya Through her tears. I'd like to. . . . Shakes her fist. Anya Embraces VARYA, softly. Varya, has he proposed to you? VARYA shakes head. But he loves you. . . . Why don't you make up your minds? Why do you keep on waiting? Varya I think that it will all come to nothing. He's a busy man. I'm not his affair . . . he pays no attention to me. Bless the man, I don't want to see him., . . But everybody talks about our marriage, everybody congratulates me, and there's nothing in it at all, it's all like a dream. In another tone. You've got a brooch like a bee. Anya Sadly. Mother bought it. Goes into her room, and talks lightly, like a child. In Paris I went up in a balloon! Varya My darling's come back, my pretty one's come back! DUNYASHA has already returned with the coffee-pot and is making the coffee, VARYA stands near the door. I go about all day, looking after the house, and I think all the time, if only you could marry a rich man, then I'd be happy and would go away somewhere by myself, then to Kiev . . . to Moscow, and so on, from one holy place to another. I'd tramp and tramp. That would be splendid! Anya The birds are singing in the garden. What time is it now? Varya It must be getting on for three. Time you went to sleep, darling. Goes into ANYA'S room. Splendid! Enter YASHA with a plaid shawl and a travelling bag. Yasha Crossing the stage: Politely. May I go this way? Dunyasha I hardly knew you, Yasha. You have changed abroad. Yasha Hm . . . and who are you? Dunyasha When you went away I was only so high. Showing with her hand. I'm Dunyasha, the daughter of Theodore Kozoyedov. You don't remember! Yasha Oh, you little cucumber! Looks round and embraces her. She screams and drops a saucer. YASHA goes out quickly. Varya In the doorway: In an angry voice. What's that? Dunyasha Through her tears. I've broken a saucer. Varya It may bring luck. Anya Coming out of her room. We must tell mother that Peter's here. Varya I told them not to wake him. Anya Thoughtfully. Father died six years ago, and a month later my brother Grisha was drowned in the river-- such a dear little boy of seven! Mother couldn't bear it; she went away, away, without looking round. . . . Shudders. How I understand her; if only she knew! Pause. And Peter Trofimov was Grisha's tutor, he might tell her. . . . Enter FIERS in a short jacket and white waistcoat. Fiers Goes to the coffee-pot, nervously. The mistress is going to have some food here. . . . Puts on white gloves. Is the coffee ready? To DUNYASHA, severely. You! Where's the cream? Dunyasha Oh, dear me . . .! Rapid exit. Fiers Fussing round the coffee-pot. Oh, you bungler. . . . Murmurs to himself. Back from Paris . . . the master went to Paris once . . . in a carriage. . . . Laughs. Varya What are you talking about, Fiers? Fiers I beg your pardon? Joyfully. The mistress is home again. I've lived to see her! Don't care if I die now. . . . Weeps with joy. Enter LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, GAEV, LOPAKHIN, and SIMEONOV-PISCHIN, the latter in a long jacket of thin cloth and loose trousers. GAEV, coming in, moves his arms and body about as if he is playing billiards. Lubov Let me remember now. Red into the corner! Twice into the centre! Gaev Right into the pocket! Once upon a time you and I used both to sleep in this room, and now I'm fifty-one; it does seem strange. Lopakhin Yes, time does go. Gaev Who does? Lopakhin I said that time does go. Gaev It smells of patchouli here. Anya I'm going to bed. Good-night, mother. Kisses her. Lubov My lovely little one. Kisses her hand. Glad to be at home? I can't get over it. Anya Good-night, uncle. Gaev Kisses her face and hands. God be with you. How you do resemble your mother! To his sister. You were just like her at her age, Luba. ANYA gives her hand to LOPAKHIN and PISCHIN and goes out, shutting the door behind her. Lubov She's awfully tired. Pischin It's a very long journey. Varya To LOPAKHIN and PISCHIN. Well, sirs, it's getting on for three, quite time you went. Lubov Laughs. You're just the same as ever, Varya. Draws her close and kisses her. I'll have some coffee now, then we'll all go. FIERS lays a cushion under her feet. Thank you, dear. I'm used to coffee. I drink it day and night. Thank you, dear old man. Kisses FIERS. Varya I'll go and see if they've brought in all the luggage. Exit. Lubov Is it really I who am sitting here? Laughs. I want to jump about and wave my arms. Covers her face with her hands. But suppose I'm dreaming! God knows I love my own country, I love it deeply; I couldn't look out of the railway carriage, I cried so much. Through her tears. Still, I must have my coffee. Thank you, Fiers. Thank you, dear old man. I'm so glad you're still with us. Fiers The day before yesterday. Gaev He doesn't hear well. Lopakhin I've got to go off to Kharkov by the five o'clock train. I'm awfully sorry! I should like to have a look at you, to gossip a little. You're as fine-looking as ever. Pischin Breathes heavily. Even finer-looking . . . dressed in Paris fashions . . . confound it all. Lopakhin Your brother, Leonid Andreyevitch, says I'm a snob, a usurer, but that is absolutely nothing to me. Let him talk. Only I do wish you would believe in me as you once did, that your wonderful, touching eyes would look at me as they did before. Merciful God! My father was the serf of your grandfather and your own father, but you--you more than anybody else--did so much for me once upon a time that I've forgotten everything and love you as if you belonged to my family . . . and even more. Lubov I can't sit still, I'm not in a state to do it. Jumps up and walks about in great excitement. I'll never survive this happiness. . . . You can laugh at me; I'm a silly woman. . . . My dear little cupboard. Kisses cupboard. My little table. Gaev Nurse has died in your absence. Lubov Sits and drinks coffee. Yes, bless her soul. I heard by letter. Gaev And Anastasius has died too. Peter Kosoy has left me and now lives in town with the Commissioner of Police. Takes a box of sugar-candy out of his pocket and sucks a piece. Pischin My daughter, Dashenka, sends her love. Lopakhin I want to say something very pleasant, very delightful, to you. Looks at his watch. I'm going away at once, I haven't much time . . . but I'll tell you all about it in two or three words. As you already know, your cherry orchard is to be sold to pay your debts, and the sale is fixed for August 22; but you needn't be alarmed, dear madam, you may sleep in peace; there's a way out. Here's my plan. Please attend carefully! Your estate is only thirteen miles from the town, the railway runs by, and if the cherry orchard and the land by the river are broken up into building lots and are then leased off for villas you'll get at least twenty-five thousand roubles a year profit out of it. Gaev How utterly absurd! Lubov I don't understand you at all, Ermolai Alexeyevitch. Lopakhin You will get twenty-five roubles a year for each dessiatin from the leaseholders at the very least, and if you advertise now I'm willing to bet that you won't have a vacant plot left by the autumn; they'll all go. In a word, you're saved. I congratulate you. Only, of course, you'll have to put things straight, and clean up. . . . For instance, you'll have to pull down all the old buildings, this house, which isn't any use to anybody now, and cut down the old cherry orchard. . . Lubov Cut it down? My dear man, you must excuse me, but you don't understand anything at all. If there's anything interesting or remarkable in the whole province, it's this cherry orchard of ours. Lopakhin The only remarkable thing about the orchard is that it's very large. It only bears fruit every other year, and even then you don't know what to do with them; nobody buys any. Gaev This orchard is mentioned in the "Encyclopaedic Dictionary." Lopakhin Looks at his watch. If we can't think of anything and don't make up our minds to anything, then on August 22, both the cherry orchard and the whole estate will be up for auction. Make up your mind! I swear there's no other way out, I'll swear it again. Fiers In the old days, forty or fifty years back, they dried the cherries, soaked them and pickled them, and made jam of them, and it used to happen that . . . Gaev Be quiet, Fiers. Fiers And then we'd send the dried cherries off in carts to Moscow and Kharkov. And money! And the dried cherries were soft, juicy, sweet, and nicely scented. . . They knew the way. . . . Lubov What was the way? Fiers They've forgotten. Nobody remembers. Pischin To LUBOV ANDREYEVNA. What about Paris? Eh? Did you eat frogs? Lubov I ate crocodiles. Pischin To think of that, now. Lopakhin Up to now in the villages there were only the gentry and the labourers, and now the people who live in villas have arrived. All towns now, even small ones, are surrounded by villas. And it's safe to say that in twenty years' time the villa resident will be all over the place. At present he sits on his balcony and drinks tea, but it may well come to pass that he'll begin to cultivate his patch of land, and then your cherry orchard will be happy, rich, splendid. .. . Gaev Angry. What rot! Enter VARYA and YASHA. Varya There are two telegrams for you, little mother. Picks out a key and noisily unlocks an antique cupboard. Here they are. Lubov They're from Paris. . . . Tears them up without reading them. I've done with Paris. Gaev And do you know, Luba, how old this case is? A week ago I took out the bottom drawer; I looked and saw figures burnt out in it. That case was made exactly a hundred years ago. What do you think of that? What? We could celebrate its jubilee. It hasn't a soul of its own, but still, say what you will, it's a fine bookcase. Pischin Astonished. A hundred years. . . Think of that! Gaev Yes . . . it's a real thing. Handling it. My dear and honoured case! I congratulate you on your existence, which has already for more than a hundred years been directed towards the bright ideals of good and justice; your silent call to productive labour has not grown less in the hundred years Weeping. during which you have upheld virtue and faith in a better future to the generations of our race, educating us up to ideals of goodness and to the knowledge of a common consciousness. Pause. Lopakhin Yes. . . . Lubov You're just the same as ever, Leon. Gaev A little confused. Off the white on the right, into the corner pocket. Red ball goes into the middle pocket! Lopakhin Looks at his watch. It's time I went. Yasha Giving LUBOV ANDREYEVNA her medicine. Will you take your pills now? Pischin You oughtn't to take medicines, dear madam; they do you neither harm nor good. . . . Give them here, dear madam. Takes the pills, turns them out into the palm of his hand, blows on them, puts them into his mouth, and drinks some kvass. There! Lubov Frightened. You're off your head! Pischin I've taken all the pills. Lopakhin Gormandizer! All laugh. Fiers They were here in Easter week and ate half a pailful of cucumbers. . . . Mumbles. Lubov What's he driving at? Varya He's been mumbling away for three years. We're used to that. Yasha Senile decay. CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA crosses the stage, dressed in white: she is very thin and tightly laced; has a lorgnette at her waist. Lopakhin Excuse me, Charlotta Ivanovna, I haven't said "How do you do" to you yet. Tries to kiss her hand. Charlotta Takes her hand away. If you let people kiss your hand, then they'll want your elbow, then your shoulder, and then . . . Lopakhin My luck's out to-day! All laugh. Show us a trick, Charlotta Ivanovna! Lubov Andreyevna Charlotta, do us a trick. Charlotta It's not necessary. I want to go to bed. Exit. Lopakhin We shall see each other in three weeks. Kisses LUBOV ANDREYEVNA'S hand. Now, good-bye. It's time to go. To GAEV. See you again. Kisses PISCHIN. Au revoir. Gives his hand to VARYA, then to FIERS and to YASHA. I don't want to go away. To LUBOV ANDREYEVNA.. If you think about the villas and make up your mind, then just let me know, and I'll raise a loan of 50,000 roubles at once. Think about it seriously. Varya Angrily. Do go, now! Lopakhin I'm going, I'm going. . . . Exit. Gaev Snob. Still, I beg pardon. . . . Varya's going to marry him, he's Varya's young man. Varya Don't talk too much, uncle. Lubov Why not, Varya? I should be very glad. He's a good man. Pischin To speak the honest truth . . . he's a worthy man. . . . And my Dashenka . . . also says that . . . she says lots of things. Snores, but wakes up again at once. But still, dear madam, if you could lend me . . . 240 roubles . . . to pay the interest on my mortgage to-morrow . . . Varya Frightened. We haven't got it, we haven't got it! Lubov It's quite true. I've nothing at all. Pischin I'll find it all right Laughs. I never lose hope. I used to think, "Everything's lost now. I'm a dead man," when, lo and behold, a railway was built over my land . . . and they paid me for it. And something else will happen to-day or to-morrow. Dashenka may win 20,000 roubles . . . she's got a lottery ticket. Lubov The coffee's all gone, we can go to bed. Fiers Brushing GAEV'S trousers; in an insistent tone. You've put on the wrong trousers again. What am I to do with you? Varya Quietly. Anya's asleep. Opens window quietly. The sun has risen already; it isn't cold. Look, little mother: what lovely trees! And the air! The starlings are singing! Gaev Opens the other window. The whole garden's white. You haven't forgotten, Luba ? There's that long avenue going straight, straight, like a stretched strap; it shines on moonlight nights. Do you remember? You haven't forgotten? Lubov Looks out into the garden. Oh, my childhood, days of my innocence! In this nursery I used to sleep; I used to look out from here into the orchard. Happiness used to wake with me every morning, and then it was just as it is now; nothing has changed. Laughs from joy. It's all, all white! Oh, my orchard! After the dark autumns and the cold winters, you're young again, full of happiness, the angels of heaven haven't left you. . . . If only I could take my heavy burden off my breast and shoulders, if I could forget my past! Gaev Yes, and they'll sell this orchard to pay off debts. How strange it seems! Lubov Look, there's my dead mother going in the orchard . . . dressed in white! Laughs from joy. That's she. Gaev Where? Varya God bless you, little mother. Lubov There's nobody there; I thought I saw somebody. On the right, at the turning by the summer-house, a white little tree bent down, looking just like a woman. Enter TROFIMOV in a worn student uniform and spectacles. What a marvellous garden! White masses of flowers, the blue sky. . . . Trofimov Lubov Andreyevna! She looks round at him. I only want to show myself, and I'll go away. Kisses her hand warmly. I was told to wait till the morning, but I didn't have the patience. LUBOV ANDREYEVNA looks surprised. Varya Crying. It's Peter Trofimov. Trofimov Peter Trofimov, once the tutor of your Grisha. . . . Have I changed so much? LUBOV ANDREYEVNA embraces him and cries softly. Gaev Confused. That's enough, that's enough, Luba. Varya Weeps. But I told you, Peter, to wait till to-morrow. Lubov My Grisha . . . my boy . . . Grisha . . . my son. Varya What are we to do, little mother? It's the will of God. Trofimov Softly, through his tears. It's all right, it's all right. Lubov Still weeping. My boy's dead; he was drowned. Why? Why, my friend? Softly. Anya's asleep in there. I am speaking so loudly, making such a noise. . . . Well, Peter? What's made you look so bad? Why have you grown so old? Trofimov In the train an old woman called me a decayed gentleman. Lubov You were quite a boy then, a nice little student, and now your hair is not at all thick and you wear spectacles. Are you really still a student? Goes to the door. Trofimov I suppose I shall always be a student. Lubov Kisses her brother, then VARYA. Well, let's go to bed. . . . And you've grown older, Leonid. Pischin Follows her. Yes, we've got to go to bed. . . . Oh, my gout! I'll stay the night here. If only, Lubov Andreyevna, my dear, you could get me 240 roubles to-morrow morning-- Gaev Still the same story. Pischin Two hundred and forty roubles . . . to pay the interest on the mortgage. Lubov I haven't any money, dear man. Pischin I'll give it back . . . it's a small sum. . . Lubov Well, then, Leonid will give it to you. . . Let him have it, Leonid. Gaev By all means; hold out your hand. Lubov Why not? He wants it; he'll give it back. LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, TROFIMOV, PISCHIN, and FIERS go out. GAEV, VARYA, and YASHA remain. Gaev My sister hasn't lost the habit of throwing money about. To YASHA. Stand off, do; you smell of poultry. Yasha Grins. You are just the same as ever, Leonid Andreyevitch. Gaev Really? To VARYA. What's he saying? Varya To YASHA. Your mother's come from the village; she's been sitting in the servants' room since yesterday, and wants to see you. . . . Yasha Bless the woman! Varya Shameless man. Yasha A lot of use there is in her coming. She might have come tomorrow just as well. Exit. Varya Mother hasn't altered a scrap, she's just as she always was. She'd give away everything, if the idea only entered her head. Gaev Yes. . . . Pause. If there's any illness for which people offer many remedies, you may be sure that particular illness is incurable, I think. I work my brains to their hardest. I've several remedies, very many, and that really means I've none at all. It would be nice to inherit a fortune from somebody, it would be nice to marry our Anya to a rich man, it would be nice to go to Yaroslav and try my luck with my aunt the Countess. My aunt is very, very rich. Varya Weeps. If only God helped us. Gaev Don't cry. My aunt's very rich, but she doesn't like us. My sister, in the first place, married an advocate, not a noble. . . . ANYA appears in the doorway. She not only married a man who was not a noble, but she behaved herself in a way which cannot be described as proper. She's nice and kind and charming, and I'm very fond of her, but say what you will in her favour and you still have to admit that she's wicked; you can feel it in her slightest movements. Varya Whispers. Anya's in the doorway. Gaev Really? Pause. It's curious, something's got into my right eye . . . I can't see properly out of it. And on Thursday, when I was at the District Court . . . Enter ANYA. Varya Why aren't you in bed, Anya? Anya Can't sleep. It's no good. Gaev My darling! Kisses ANYA'S face and hands. My child. . . . Crying. You're not my niece, you're my angel, you're my all. . . Believe in me, believe. . . Anya I do believe in you, uncle. Everybody loves you and respects you . . . but, uncle dear, you ought to say nothing, no more than that. What were you saying just now about my mother, your own sister? Why did you say those things? Gaev Yes, yes. Covers his face with her hand. Yes, really, it was awful. Save me, my God! And only just now I made a speech before a bookcase . . . it's so silly! And only when I'd finished I knew how silly it was. Varya Yes, uncle dear, you really ought to say less. Keep quiet, that's all. Anya You'd be so much happier in yourself if you only kept quiet. Gaev All right, I'll be quiet. Kisses their hands. I'll be quiet. But let's talk business. On Thursday I was in the District Court, and a lot of us met there together, and we began to talk of this, that, and the other, and now I think I can arrange a loan to pay the interest into the bank. Varya If only God would help us! Gaev I'll go on Tuesday. I'll talk with them about it again. To VARYA. Don't howl. To ANYA. Your mother will have a talk to Lopakhin; he, of course, won't refuse . . . And when you've rested you'll go to Yaroslav to the Countess, your grandmother. So you see, we'll have three irons in the fire, and we'll be safe. We'll pay up the interest. I'm certain. Puts some sugar-candy into his mouth. I swear on my honour, on anything you will, that the estate will not be sold! Excitedly. I swear on my happiness! Here's my hand. You may call me a dishonourable wretch if I let it go to auction! I swear by all I am! Anya She is calm again and happy. How good and clever you are, uncle. Embraces him. I'm happy now! I'm happy! All's well! Enter FIERS. Fiers Reproachfully. Leonid Andreyevitch, don't you fear God? When are you going to bed? Gaev Soon, soon. You go away, Fiers. I'll undress myself. Well, children, bye-bye . . .! I'll give you the details to-morrow, but let's go to bed now. Kisses ANYA and VARYA. I'm a man of the eighties. . . . People don't praise those years much, but I can still say that I've suffered for my beliefs. The peasants don't love me for nothing, I assure you. We've got to learn to know the peasants! We ought to learn how. . . . Anya You're doing it again, uncle! Varya Be quiet, uncle! Fiers Angrily. Leonid Andreyevitch! Gaev I'm coming, I'm coming. . . . Go to bed now. Off two cushions into the middle! I turn over a new leaf. . . Exit. FIERS goes out after him. Anya I'm quieter now. I don't want to go to Yaroslav, I don't like grandmother; but I'm calm now; thanks to uncle. Sits down. Varya It's time to go to sleep. I'll go. There's been an unpleasantness here while you were away. In the old servants' part of the house, as you know, only the old people live--little old Efim and Polya and Evstigney, and Karp as well. They started letting some tramps or other spend the night there--I said nothing. Then I heard that they were saying that I had ordered them to be fed on peas and nothing else; from meanness, you see. . . . And it was all Evstigney's doing. . . . Very well, I thought, if that's what the matter is, just you wait. So I call Evstigney. . . . Yawns. He comes. "What's this," I say, "Evstigney, you old fool. . . . Looks at ANYA. Anya dear! Pause. She's dropped off. . . . Takes ANYA'S arm. Let's go to bye-bye. . . . Come along! . . . Leads her. My darling's gone to sleep! Come on. . . . They go. In the distance, the other side of the orchard, a shepherd plays his pipe. TROFIMOV crosses the stage and stops on seeing VARYA and ANYA. Sh! She's asleep, asleep. Come on, dear. Anya Quietly, half-asleep. I'm so tired . . . all the bells . . . uncle, dear! Mother and uncle! Varya Come on, dear, come on! They go into ANYA'S room. Trofimov Moved. My sun! My spring! Curtain. Act Two In a field. An old, crooked shrine, which has been long abandoned; near it a well and large stones, which apparently are old tombstones, and an old garden seat. The road is seen to GAEV'S estate. On one side rise dark poplars, behind them begins the cherry orchard. In the distance is a row of telegraph poles, and far, far away on the horizon are the indistinct signs of a large town, which can only be seen on the finest and clearest days. It is close on sunset. CHARLOTTA, YASHA, and DUNYASHA are sitting on the seat; EPIKHODOV stands by and plays on a guitar; all seem thoughtful. CHARLOTTA wears a man's old peaked cap; she has unslung a rifle from her shoulders and is putting to rights the buckle on the strap. Charlotta Thoughtfully. I haven't a real passport. I don't know how old I am, and I think I'm young. When I was a little girl my father and mother used to go round fairs and give very good performances and I used to do the salto mortale and various little things. And when papa and mamma died a German lady took me to her and began to teach me. I liked it. I grew up and became a governess. And where I came from and who I am, I don't know. . . . Who my parents were--perhaps they weren't married--I don't know. Takes a cucumber out of her pocket and eats. I don't know anything. Pause. I do want to talk, but I haven't anybody to talk to . . . I haven't anybody at all. Epikhodov Plays on the guitar and sings. <div class="container_center"> <div class="verse_block"> "What is this noisy earth to me, What matter friends and foes?" </div> </div> I do like playing on the mandoline! Dunyasha That's a guitar, not a mandoline. Looks at herself in a little mirror and powders herself. Epikhodov For the enamoured madman, this is a mandoline. Sings. <div class="container_center"> <div class="verse_block"> "Oh that the heart was warmed, By all the flames of love returned!" </div> </div> YASHA sings too. Charlotta These people sing terribly. . . . Foo! Like jackals. Dunyasha To YASHA. Still, it must be nice to live abroad. Yasha Yes, certainly. I cannot differ from you there. Yawns and lights a cigar. Epikhodov That is perfectly natural. Abroad everything is in full complexity. Yasha That goes without saying. Epikhodov I'm an educated man, I read various remarkable books, but I cannot understand the direction I myself want to go--whether to live or to shoot myself, as it were. So, in case, I always carry a revolver about with me. Here it is. Shows a revolver. Charlotta I've done. Now I'll go. Slings the rifle. You, Epikhodov, are a very clever man and very terrible; women must be madly in love with you. Brrr!! Going. These wise ones are all so stupid. I've nobody to talk to. I'm always alone, alone; I've nobody at all . . . and I don't know who I am or why I live. Exit slowly. Epikhodov As a matter of fact, independently of everything else, I must express my feeling, among other things, that fate has been as pitiless in her dealings with me as a storm is to a small ship. Suppose, let us grant, I am wrong; then why did I wake up this morning, to give an example, and behold an enormous spider on my chest, like that. Shows with both hands. And if I do drink some kvass, why is it that there is bound to be something of the most indelicate nature in it, such as a beetle? Pause. Have you read Buckle? Pause. I should like to trouble you, Avdotya Fedorovna, for two words. Dunyasha Say on. Epikhodov I should prefer to be alone with you. Sighs. Dunyasha Shy. Very well, only first bring me my little cloak. . . . It's by the cupboard. It's a little damp here. Epikhodov Very well ... I'll bring it. . . . Now I know what to do with my revolver. Takes guitar and exits, strumming. Yasha Two-and-twenty troubles! A silly man, between you and me and the gatepost. Yawns. Dunyasha I hope to goodness he won't shoot himself. Pause. I'm so nervous, I'm worried. I went into service when I was quite a little girl, and now I'm not used to common life, and my hands are white, white as a lady's. I'm so tender and so delicate now; respectable and afraid of everything. . . . I'm so frightened. And I don't know what will happen to my nerves if you deceive me, Yasha. Yasha Kisses her. Little cucumber! Of course, every girl must respect herself; there's nothing I dislike more than a badly behaved girl. Dunyasha I'm awfully in love with you; you're educated, you can talk about everything. Pause. Yasha Yawns. Yes. I think this: if a girl loves anybody, then that means she's immoral. Pause. It's nice to smoke a cigar out in the open air. . . . Listens. Somebody's coming. It's the mistress, and people with her. DUNYASHA embraces him suddenly. Go to the house, as if you'd been bathing in the river; go by this path, or they'll meet you and will think I've been meeting you. I can't stand that sort of thing. Dunyasha Coughs quietly. My head's aching because of your cigar. Exit. YASHA remains, sitting by the shrine. Enter LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, GAEV, and LOPAKHIN. Lopakhin You must make up your mind definitely--there's no time to waste. The question is perfectly plain. Are you willing to let the land for villas or no? Just one word, yes or no? Just one word! Lubov Who's smoking horrible cigars here? Sits. Gaev They built that railway; that's made this place very handy. Sits. Went to town and had lunch . . . red in the middle! I'd like to go in now and have just one game. Lubov You'll have time. Lopakhin Just one word! Imploringly. Give me an answer! Gaev Yawns. Really! Lubov Looks in her purse. I had a lot of money yesterday, but there's very little to-day. My poor Varya feeds everybody on milk soup to save money, in the kitchen the old people only get peas, and I spend recklessly. Drops the purse, scattering gold coins. There, they are all over the place. Yasha Permit me to pick them up. Collects the coins. Lubov Please do, Yasha. And why did I go and have lunch there? . . . A horrid restaurant with band and tablecloths smelling of soap. . . . Why do you drink so much, Leon? Why do you eat so much? Why do you talk so much? You talked again too much to-day in the restaurant, and it wasn't at all to the point--about the seventies and about decadents. And to whom? Talking to the waiters about decadents! Lopakhin Yes. Gaev Waves his hand. I can't be cured, that's obvious. . . . Irritably to YASHA. What's the matter? Why do you keep twisting about in front of me? Yasha Laughs. I can't listen to your voice without laughing. Gaev To his sister. Either he or I . . . Lubov Go away, Yasha; get out of this. . . . Yasha Gives purse to LUBOV ANDREYEVNA. I'll go at once. Hardly able to keep from laughing. This minute. . . . Exit. Lopakhin That rich man Deriganov is preparing to buy your estate. They say he'll come to the sale himself. Lubov Where did you hear that? Lopakhin They say so in town. Gaev Our Yaroslav aunt has promised to send something, but I don't know when or how much. Lopakhin How much will she send? A hundred thousand roubles? Or two, perhaps? Lubov I'd be glad of ten or fifteen thousand. Lopakhin You must excuse my saying so, but I've never met such frivolous people as you before, or anybody so unbusinesslike and peculiar. Here I am telling you in plain language that your estate will be sold, and you don't seem to understand. Lubov What are we to do? Tell us, what? Lopakhin I tell you every day. I say the same thing every day. Both the cherry orchard and the land must be leased off for villas and at once, immediately--the auction is staring you in the face: Understand! Once you do definitely make up your minds to the villas, then you'll have as much money as you want and you'll be saved. Lubov Villas and villa residents--it's so vulgar, excuse me. Gaev I entirely agree with you. Lopakhin I must cry or yell or faint. I can't stand it! You're too much for me! To GAEV. You old woman! Gaev Really! Lopakhin Old woman! Going out. Lubov Frightened. No, don't go away, do stop; be a dear. Please. Perhaps we'll find some way out! Lopakhin What's the good of trying to think! Lubov Please don't go away. It's nicer when you're here. . . . Pause. I keep on waiting for something to happen, as if the house is going to collapse over our heads. Gaev Thinking deeply. Double in the corner . . . across the middle. . . . Lubov We have been too sinful. . . . Lopakhin What sins have you committed? Gaev Puts candy into his mouth. They say that I've eaten all my substance in sugar-candies. Laughs. Lubov Oh, my sins. . . . I've always scattered money about without holding myself in, like a madwoman, and I married a man who made nothing but debts. My husband died of champagne--he drank terribly--and to my misfortune, I fell in love with another man and went off with him, and just at that time--it was my first punishment, a blow that hit me right on the head--here, in the river . . . my boy was drowned, and I went away, quite away, never to return, never to see this river again. . . I shut my eyes and ran without thinking, but he ran after me . . . without pity, without respect. I bought a villa near Mentone because he fell ill there, and for three years I knew no rest either by day or night; the sick man wore me out, and my soul dried up. And last year, when they had sold the villa to pay my debts, I went away to Paris, and there he robbed me of all I had and threw me over and went off with another woman. I tried to poison myself. . . . It was so silly, so shameful. . . . And suddenly I longed to be back in Russia, my own land, with my little girl. . . . Wipes her tears. Lord, Lord be merciful to me, forgive me my sins! Punish me no more! Takes a telegram out of her pocket. I had this to-day from Paris. . . . He begs my forgiveness, he implores me to return. . . . Tears it up. Don't I hear music? Listens. Gaev That is our celebrated Jewish band. You remember--four violins, a flute, and a double-bass. Lubov So it still exists? It would be nice if they came along some evening. Lopakhin Listens. I can't hear. . . . Sings quietly. "For money will the Germans make a Frenchman of a Russian." Laughs. I saw such an awfully funny thing at the theatre last night. Lubov I'm quite sure there wasn't anything at all funny. You oughtn't to go and see plays, you ought to go and look at yourself. What a grey life you lead, what a lot you talk unnecessarily. Lopakhin It's true. To speak the straight truth, we live a silly life. Pause. My father was a peasant, an idiot, he understood nothing, he didn't teach me, he was always drunk, and always used a stick on me. In point of fact, I'm a fool and an idiot too. I've never learned anything, my handwriting is bad, I write so that I'm quite ashamed before people, like a pig! Lubov You ought to get married, my friend. Lopakhin Yes . . . that's true. Lubov Why not to our Varya? She's a nice girl. Lopakhin Yes. Lubov She's quite homely in her ways, works all day, and, what matters most, she's in love with you. And you've liked her for a long time. Lopakhin Well? I don't mind . . . she's a nice girl. Pause. Gaev I'm offered a place in a bank. Six thousand roubles a year. . . Did you hear? Lubov What's the matter with you! Stay where you are. . . . Enter FIERS with an overcoat. Fiers To GAEV. Please, sir, put this on, it's damp. Gaev Putting it on. You're a nuisance, old man. Fiers It's all very well. . . . You went away this morning without telling me. Examining GAEV. Lubov How old you've grown, Fiers! Fiers I beg your pardon? Lopakhin She says you've grown very old! Fiers I've been alive a long time. They were already getting ready to marry me before your father was born. . . . Laughs. And when the Emancipation came I was already first valet. Only I didn't agree with the Emancipation and remained with my people. . . . Pause. I remember everybody was happy, but they didn't know why. Lopakhin It was very good for them in the old days. At any rate, they used to beat them. Fiers Not hearing. Rather. The peasants kept their distance from the masters and the masters kept their distance from the peasants, but now everything's all anyhow and you can't understand anything. Gaev Be quiet, Fiers. I've got to go to town tomorrow. I've been promised an introduction to a General who may lend me money on a bill. Lopakhin Nothing will come of it. And you won't pay your interest, don't you worry. Lubov He's talking rubbish. There's no General at all. Enter TROFIMOV, ANYA, and VARYA. Gaev Here they are. Anya Mother's sitting down here. Lubov Tenderly. Come, come, my dears. . . . Embracing ANYA and VARYA. If you two only knew how much I love you. Sit down next to me, like that. All sit down. Lopakhin Our eternal student is always with the ladies. Trofimov That's not your business. Lopakhin He'll soon be fifty, and he's still a student. Trofimov Leave off your silly jokes! Lopakhin Getting angry, eh, silly? Trofimov Shut up, can't you. Lopakhin Laughs. I wonder what you think of me? Trofimov I think, Ermolai Alexeyevitch, that you're a rich man, and you'll soon be a millionaire. Just as the wild beast which eats everything it finds is needed for changes to take place in matter, so you are needed too. All laugh. Varya Better tell us something about the planets, Peter. Lubov Andreyevna No, let's go on with yesterday's talk! Trofimov About what? Gaev About the proud man. Trofimov Yesterday we talked for a long time but we didn't come to anything in the end. There's something mystical about the proud man, in your sense. Perhaps you are right from your point of view, but if you take the matter simply, without complicating it, then what pride can there be, what sense can there be in it, if a man is imperfectly made, physiologically speaking, if in the vast majority of cases he is coarse and stupid and deeply unhappy? We must stop admiring one another. We must work, nothing more. Gaev You'll die, all the same. Trofimov Who knows? And what does it mean--you'll die? Perhaps a man has a hundred senses, and when he dies only the five known to us are destroyed and the remaining ninety-five are left alive. Lubov How clever of you, Peter! Lopakhin Ironically. Oh, awfully! Trofimov The human race progresses, perfecting its powers. Everything that is unattainable now will some day be near at hand and comprehensible, but we must work, we must help with all our strength those who seek to know what fate will bring. Meanwhile in Russia only a very few of us work. The vast majority of those intellectuals whom I know seek for nothing, do nothing, and are at present incapable of hard work. They call themselves intellectuals, but they use "thou" and "thee" to their servants, they treat the peasants like animals, they learn badly, they read nothing seriously, they do absolutely nothing, about science they only talk, about art they understand little. They are all serious, they all have severe faces, they all talk about important things. They philosophize, and at the same time, the vast majority of us, ninety-nine out of a hundred, live like savages, fighting and cursing at the slightest opportunity, eating filthily, sleeping in the dirt, in stuffiness, with fleas, stinks, smells, moral filth, and so on. . . And it's obvious that all our nice talk is only carried on to distract ourselves and others. Tell me, where are those créches we hear so much of? and where are those reading-rooms? People only write novels about them; they don't really exist. Only dirt, vulgarity, and Asiatic plagues really exist. . . . I'm afraid, and I don't at all like serious faces; I don't like serious conversations. Let's be quiet sooner. Lopakhin You know, I get up at five every morning, I work from morning till evening, I am always dealing with money--my own and other people's--and I see what people are like. You've only got to begin to do anything to find out how few honest, honourable people there are. Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I think: "Oh Lord, you've given us huge forests, infinite fields, and endless horizons, and we, living here, ought really to be giants." Lubov You want giants, do you ? . . . They're only good in stories, and even there they frighten one. EPIKHODOV enters at the back of the stage playing his guitar. Thoughtfully: Epikhodov's there. Anya Thoughtfully. Epikhodov's there. Gaev The sun's set, ladies and gentlemen. Trofimov Yes. Gaev Not loudly, as if declaiming. O Nature, thou art wonderful, thou shinest with eternal radiance! Oh, beautiful and indifferent one, thou whom we call mother, thou containest in thyself existence and death, thou livest and destroyest. . . . Varya Entreatingly. Uncle, dear! Anya Uncle, you're doing it again! Trofimov You'd better double the red into the middle. Gaev I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet. They all sit thoughtfully. It is quiet. Only the mumbling of FIERS is heard. Suddenly a distant sound is heard as if from the sky, the sound of a breaking string, which dies away sadly. Lubov What's that? Lopakhin I don't know. It may be a bucket fallen down a well somewhere. But it's some way off. Gaev Or perhaps it's some bird . . . like a heron. Trofimov Or an owl. Lubov Shudders. It's unpleasant, somehow. A pause. Fiers Before the misfortune the same thing happened. An owl screamed and the samovar hummed without stopping. Gaev Before what misfortune? Fiers Before the Emancipation. A pause. Lubov You know, my friends, let's go in; it's evening now. To ANYA. You've tears in your eyes. . . . What is it, little girl? Embraces her. Anya It's nothing, mother. Trofimov Some one's coming. Enter a TRAMP in an old white peaked cap and overcoat. He is a little drunk. Tramp Excuse me, may I go this way straight through to the station? Gaev You may. Go along this path. Tramp I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Hiccups. Lovely weather. . . . Declaims. My brother, my suffering brother. . . . Come out on the Volga, you whose groans . . . To VARYA. Mademoiselle, please give a hungry Russian thirty copecks. . . . VARYA screams, frightened. Lopakhin Angrily. There's manners everybody's got to keep! Lubov With a start. Take this ... here you are. . . . Feels in her purse. There's no silver. . . . It doesn't matter, here's gold. Tramp I am deeply grateful to you! Exit. Laughter. Varya Frightened. I'm going, I'm going. . . . Oh, little mother, at home there's nothing for the servants to eat, and you gave him gold. Lubov What is to be done with such a fool as I am! At home I'll give you everything I've got. Ermolai Alexeyevitch, lend me some more! . . . Lopakhin Very well. Lubov Let's go, it's time. And Varya, we've settled your affair; I congratulate you. Varya Crying. You shouldn't joke about this, mother. Lopakhin Oh, feel me, get thee to a nunnery. Gaev My hands are all trembling; I haven't played billiards for a long time. Lopakhin Oh, feel me, nymph, remember me in thine orisons. Lubov Come along; it'll soon be supper-time. Varya He did frighten me. My heart is beating hard. Lopakhin Let me remind you, ladies and gentlemen, on August 22 the cherry orchard will be sold. Think of that! . . . Think of that! . . . All go out except TROFIMOV and ANYA. Anya Laughs. Thanks to the tramp who frightened Barbara, we're alone now. Trofimov Varya's afraid we may fall in love with each other and won't get away from us for days on end. Her narrow mind won't allow her to understand that we are above love. To escape all the petty and deceptive things which prevent our being happy and free, that is the aim and meaning of our lives. Forward! We go irresistibly on to that bright star which burns there, in the distance! Don't lag behind, friends! Anya Clapping her hands. How beautifully you talk! Pause. It is glorious here to-day! Trofimov Yes, the weather is wonderful. Anya What have you done to me, Peter? I don't love the cherry orchard as I used to. I loved it so tenderly, I thought there was no better place in the world than our orchard. Trofimov All Russia is our orchard. The land is great and beautiful, there are many marvellous places in it. Pause. Think, Anya, your grandfather, your great-grandfather, and all your ancestors were serf-owners, they owned living souls; and now, doesn't something human look at you from every cherry in the orchard, every leaf and every stalk? Don't you hear voices . . . ? Oh, it's awful, your orchard is terrible; and when in the evening or at night you walk through the orchard, then the old bark on the trees sheds a dim light and the old cherry-trees seem to be dreaming of all that was a hundred, two hundred years ago, and are oppressed by their heavy visions. Still, at any rate, we've left those two hundred years behind us. So far we've gained nothing at all--we don't yet know what the past is to be to us--we only philosophize, we complain that we are dull, or we drink vodka. For it's so clear that in order to begin to live in the present we must first redeem the past, and that can only be done by suffering, by strenuous, uninterrupted labour. Understand that, Anya. Anya The house in which we live has long ceased to be our house; I shall go away. I give you my word. Trofimov If you have the housekeeping keys, throw them down the well and go away. Be as free as the wind. Anya Enthusiastically. How nicely you said that! Trofimov Believe me, Anya, believe me! I'm not thirty yet, I'm young, I'm still a student, but I have undergone a great deal! I'm as hungry as the winter, I'm ill, I'm shaken. I'm as poor as a beggar, and where haven't I been--fate has tossed me everywhere! But my soul is always my own; every minute of the day and the night it is filled with unspeakable presentiments. I know that happiness is coming, Anya, I see it already. . . Anya Thoughtful. The moon is rising. EPIKHODOV is heard playing the same sad song on his guitar. The moon rises. Somewhere by the poplars VARYA is looking for ANYA and calling, "Anya, where are you?" Trofimov Yes, the moon has risen. Pause. There is happiness, there it comes; it comes nearer and nearer; I hear its steps already. And if we do not see it we shall not know it, but what does that matter? Others will see it! The Voice of Varya Anya! Where are you? Trofimov That's Varya again! Angry. Disgraceful! Anya Never mind. Let's go to the river. It's nice there. Trofimov Let's go. They go out. The Voice of Varya Anya! Anya! Curtain. Act Three A reception-room cut off from a drawing-room by an arch. Chandelier lighted. A Jewish band, the one mentioned in Act II, is heard playing in another room. Evening. In the drawing-room the grand rond is being danced. Voice of SIMEONOV PISCHIN "Promenade a une paire!" Dancers come into the reception-room; the first pair are PISCHIN and CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA; the second, TROFIMOV and LUBOV ANDREYEVNA; the third, ANYA and the POST OFFICE CLERK; the fourth, VARYA and the STATION-MASTER, and so on. VARYA is crying gently and wipes away her tears as she dances. DUNYASHA is in the last pair. They go off into the drawing-room, PISCHIN shouting, "Grand rond, balancez:" and "Les cavaliers à genou et remerciez vos dames!" FIERS, in a dress-coat, carries a tray with seltzer-water across. Enter PISCHIN and TROFIMOV from the drawing-room. Pischin I'm full-blooded and have already had two strokes; it's hard for me to dance, but, as they say, if you're in Rome, you must do as Rome does. I've got the strength of a horse. My dead father, who liked a joke, peace to his bones, used to say, talking of our ancestors, that the ancient stock of the Simeonov-Pischins was descended from that identical horse that Caligula made a senator. . . . Sits. But the trouble is, I've no money! A hungry dog only believes in meat. Snores and wakes up again immediately. So I . . . only believe in money. . . . . Trofimov Yes. There is something equine about your figure. Pischin Well . . . a horse is a fine animal . . . you can sell a horse. Billiard playing can be heard in the next room. VARYA appears under the arch. Trofimov Teasing. Madame Lopakhin! Madame Lopakhin! Varya Angry. Decayed gentleman! Trofimov Yes, I am a decayed gentleman, and I'm proud of it! Varya Bitterly. We've hired the musicians, but how are they to be paid? Exit. Trofimov To PISCHIN. If the energy which you, in the course of your life, have spent in looking for money to pay interest had been used for something else, then, I believe, after all, you'd be able to turn everything upside down. Pischin Nietzsche . . . a philosopher . . . a very great, a most celebrated man . . . a man of enormous brain, says in his books that you can forge bank-notes. Trofimov And have you read Nietzsche? Pischin Well . . Dashenka told me. Now I'm in such a position, I wouldn't mind forging them . . . I've got to pay 310 roubles the day after to-morrow . . . I've got 130 already. . . . Feels his pockets, nervously. I've lost the money! The money's gone! Crying. Where's the money? Joyfully. Here it is behind the lining . . . I even began to perspire. Enter LUBOV ANDREYEVNA and CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA. Lubov Humming a Caucasian dance. Why is Leonid away so long? What's he doing in town? To DUNYASHA. Dunyasha, give the musicians some tea. Trofimov Business is off, I suppose. Lubov And the musicians needn't have come, and we needn't have got up this ball. . . . Well, never mind. . . . Sits and sings softly. Charlotta Gives a pack of cards to PISCHIN. Here's a pack of cards, think of any one card you like. Pischin I've thought of one. Charlotta Now shuffle. All right, now. Give them here, oh my dear Mr. Pischin. Ein, zwei, drei! Now look and you'll find it in your coat-tail pocket. Pischin Takes a card out of his coat-tail pocket. Eight of spades, quite right! Surprised. Think of that now! Charlotta Holds the pack of cards on the palm of her hand. To TROFIMOV. Now tell me quickly. What's the top card? Trofimov Well, the queen of spades. Charlotta Right! To PISCHIN. Well now? What card's on top? Pischin Ace of hearts. Charlotta Right! Claps her hands, the pack of cards vanishes. How lovely the weather is to-day. A mysterious woman's voice answers her, as if from under the floor, "Oh yes, it's lovely weather, madam.". You are so beautiful, you are my ideal. Voice, "You, madam, please me very much too.". Station-Master Applauds. Madame ventriloquist, bravo! Pischin Surprised. Think of that, now! Delightful, Charlotte Ivanovna . . . I'm simply in love. . . . Charlotta In love? Shrugging her shoulders. Can you love? Guter Mensch aber schlechter Musikant. Trofimov Slaps PISCHIN on the shoulder. Oh, you horse! Charlotta Attention please, here's another trick. Takes a shawl from a chair. Here's a very nice plaid shawl, I'm going to sell it. . . . Shakes it. Won't anybody buy it? Pischin Astonished. Think of that now! Charlotta Ein, zwei, drei. She quickly lifts up the shawl, which is hanging down. ANYA is standing behind it; she bows and runs to her mother, hugs her and runs back to the drawing-room amid general applause. Lubov Applauds. Bravo, bravo! Charlotta Once again! Ein, zwei, drei! Lifts the shawl.. VARYA stands behind it and bows. Pischin Astonished. Think of that, now. Charlotta The end! Throws the shawl at PISCHIN, curtseys and runs into the drawing-room. Pischin Runs after her. Little wretch. . . . What? Would you? Exit. Lubov Leonid hasn't come yet. I don't understand what he's doing so long in town! Everything must be over by now. The estate must be sold; or, if the sale never came off, then why does he stay so long? Varya Tries to soothe her. Uncle has bought it. I'm certain of it. Trofimov Sarcastically. Oh, yes! Varya Grandmother sent him her authority for him to buy it in her name and transfer the debt to her. She's doing it for Anya. And I'm certain that God will help us and uncle will buy it. Lubov Grandmother sent fifteen thousand roubles from Yaroslav to buy the property in her name--she won't trust us--and that wasn't even enough to pay the interest. Covers her face with her hands. My fate will be settled to-day, my fate. . . . Trofimov Teasing VARYA. Madame Lopakhin! Varya Angry. Eternal student! He's already been expelled twice from the university. Lubov Why are you getting angry, Varya? He's teasing you about Lopakhin, well what of it? You can marry Lopakhin if you want to, he's a good, interesting man. . . . You needn't if you don't want to; nobody wants to force you against your will, my darling. Varya I do look at the matter seriously, little mother, to be quite frank. He's a good man, and I like him. Lubov Then marry him. I don't understand what you're waiting for. Varya I can't propose to him myself, little mother. People have been talking about him to me for two years now, but he either says nothing, or jokes about it. I understand. He's getting rich, he's busy, he can't bother about me. If I had some money, even a little, even only a hundred roubles, I'd throw up everything and go away. I'd go into a convent. Trofimov How nice! Varya To TROFIMOV. A student ought to have sense! Gently, in tears. How ugly you are now, Peter, how old you've grown! To LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, no longer crying. But I can't go on without working, little mother. I want to be doing something every minute. Enter YASHA. Yasha Nearly laughing. Epikhodov's broken a billiard cue! Exit. Varya Why is Epikhodov here? Who said he could play billiards? I don't understand these people. Exit. Lubov Don't tease her, Peter, you see that she's quite unhappy without that. Trofimov She takes too much on herself, she keeps on interfering in other people's business. The whole summer she's given no peace to me or to Anya, she's afraid we'll have a romance all to ourselves. What has it to do with her? As if I'd ever given her grounds to believe I'd stoop to such vulgarity! We are above love. Lubov Then I suppose I must be beneath love. In agitation. Why isn't Leonid here? If I only knew whether the estate is sold or not! The disaster seems to me so improbable that I don't know what to think, I'm all at sea . . . I may scream . . . or do something silly. Save me, Peter. Say something, say something. Trofimov Isn't it all the same whether the estate is sold to-day or isn't? It's been all up with it for a long time; there's no turning back, the path's grown over. Be calm, dear, you shouldn't deceive yourself, for once in your life at any rate you must look the truth straight in the face. Lubov What truth? You see where truth is, and where untruth is, but I seem to have lost my sight and see nothing. You boldly settle all important questions, but tell me, dear, isn't it because you're young, because you haven't had time to suffer till you settled a single one of your questions? You boldly look forward, isn't it because you cannot foresee or expect anything terrible, because so far life has been hidden from your young eyes? You are bolder, more honest, deeper than we are, but think only, be just a little magnanimous, and have mercy on me. I was born here, my father and mother lived here, my grandfather too, I love this house. I couldn't understand my life without that cherry orchard, and if it really must be sold, sell me with it! Embraces TROFIMOV, kisses his forehead.. My son was drowned here. . . . Weeps. Have pity on me, good, kind man. Trofimov You know I sympathize with all my soul. Lubov Yes, but it ought to be said differently, differently. . . . Takes another handkerchief, a telegram falls on the floor. I'm so sick at heart to-day, you can't imagine. Here it's so noisy, my soul shakes at every sound. I shake all over, and I can't go away by myself, I'm afraid of the silence. Don't judge me harshly, Peter . . . I loved you, as if you belonged to my family. I'd gladly let Anya marry you, I swear it, only dear, you ought to work, finish your studies. You don't do anything, only fate throws you about from place to place, it's so odd. . . . Isn't it true? Yes? And you ought to do something to your beard to make it grow better Laughs. You are funny! Trofimov Picking up telegram. I don't want to be a Beau Brummel. Lubov This telegram's from Paris. I get one every day. Yesterday and to-day. That wild man is ill again, he's bad again. . . . He begs for forgiveness, and implores me to come, and I really ought to go to Paris to be near him. You look severe, Peter, but what can I do, my dear, what can I do; he's ill, he's alone, unhappy, and who's to look after him, who's to keep him away from his errors, to give him his medicine punctually? And why should I conceal it and say nothing about it; I love him, that's plain, I love him, I love him. . . . That love is a stone round my neck; I'm going with it to the bottom, but I love that stone and can't live without it. Squeezes TROFIMOV'S hand. Don't think badly of me, Peter, don't say anything to me, don't say . . . Trofimov Weeping. For God's sake forgive my speaking candidly, but that man has robbed you! Lubov No, no, no, you oughtn't to say that! Stops her ears. Trofimov But he's a wretch, you alone don't know it! He's a petty thief, a nobody. . . Lubov Angry, but restrained. You're twenty-six or twenty-seven, and still a schoolboy of the second class! Trofimov Why not! Lubov You ought to be a man, at your age you ought to be able to understand those who love. And you ought to be in love yourself, you must fall in love! Angry. Yes, yes! You aren't pure, you're just a freak, a queer fellow, a funny growth. . . . Trofimov In horror. What is she saying! Lubov "I'm above love!" You're not above love, you're just what our Fiers calls a bungler. Not to have a mistress at your age! Trofimov In horror. This is awful! What is she saying? Goes quickly up into the drawing-room, clutching his head. It's awful . . . I can't stand it, I'll go away. Exit, but returns at once. All is over between us! Exit. Lubov Shouts after him. Peter, wait! Silly man, I was joking! Peter! Somebody is heard going out and falling downstairs noisily. ANYA and VARYA scream; laughter is heard immediately. What's that? ANYA comes running in, laughing. Anya Peter's fallen downstairs! Runs out again. Lubov This Peter's a marvel. The STATION-MASTER stands in the middle of the drawing-room and recites "The Magdalen" by Tolstoy. He is listened to, but he has only delivered a few lines when a waltz is heard from the front room, and the recitation is stopped. Everybody dances. TROFIMOV, ANYA, VARYA, and LUBOV ANDREYEVNA come in from the front room. Lubov Well, Peter . . . you pure soul . . . I beg your pardon . . . let's dance. She dances with PETER. ANYA and VARYA dance. FIERS enters and stands his stick by a side door. YASHA has also come in and looks on at the dance. Yasha Well, grandfather? Fiers I'm not well. At our balls some time back, generals and barons and admirals used to dance, and now we send for post-office clerks and the Station-master, and even they come as a favour. I'm very weak. The dead master, the grandfather, used to give everybody sealing-wax when anything was wrong. I've taken sealing-wax every day for twenty years, and more; perhaps that's why I still live. Yasha I'm tired of you, grandfather. Yawns. If you'd only hurry up and kick the bucket. Fiers Oh you . . . bungler! Mutters. TROFIMOV and LUBOV ANDREYEVNA dance in the reception-room, then into the sitting-room. Lubov Merci. I'll sit down. Sits. I'm tired. Enter ANYA. Anya Excited. Somebody in the kitchen was saying just now that the cherry orchard was sold to-day. Lubov Sold to whom? Anya He didn't say to whom. He's gone now. Dances out into the reception-room with TROFIMOV. Yasha Some old man was chattering about it a long time ago. A stranger! Fiers And Leonid Andreyevitch isn't here yet, he hasn't come. He's wearing a light, demi-saison overcoat. He'll catch cold. Oh these young fellows. Lubov I'll die of this. Go and find out, Yasha, to whom it's sold. Yasha Oh, but he's been gone a long time, the old man. Laughs. Lubov Slightly vexed. Why do you laugh? What are you glad about? Yasha Epikhodov's too funny. He's a silly man. Two-and-twenty troubles. Lubov Fiers, if the estate is sold, where will you go? Fiers I'll go wherever you order me to go. Lubov Why do you look like that? Are you ill? I think you ought to go to bed. . . . Fiers Yes . . . With a smile. I'll go to bed, and who'll hand things round and give orders without me? I've the whole house on my shoulders. Yasha To LUBOV ANDREYEVNA. Lubov Andreyevna! I want to ask a favour of you, if you'll be so kind! If you go to Paris again, then please take me with you. It's absolutely impossible for me to stop here. Looking round; in an undertone. What's the good of talking about it, you see for yourself that this is an uneducated country, with an immoral population, and it's so dull. The food in the kitchen is beastly, and here's this Fiers walking about mumbling various inappropriate things. Take me with you, be so kind! Enter PISCHIN. Pischin I come to ask for the pleasure of a little waltz, dear lady. . . . LUBOV ANDREYEVNA goes to him. But all the same, you wonderful woman, I must have 180 little roubles from you ... I must. . . . They dance. 180 little roubles. . . . They go through into the drawing-room. Yasha Sings softly. <div class="container_center"> <div class="verse_block"> "Oh, will you understand My soul's deep restlessness?" </div> </div> In the drawing-room a figure in a grey top-hat and in baggy check trousers is waving its hands and jumping about; there are cries of "Bravo, Charlotta Ivanovna!" Dunyasha Stops to powder her face. The young mistress tells me to dance--there are a lot of gentlemen, but few ladies--and my head goes round when I dance, and my heart beats, Fiers Nicolaevitch; the Post-office clerk told me something just now which made me catch my breath. The music grows faint. Fiers What did he say to you? Dunyasha He says, "You're like a little flower." Yasha Yawns. Impolite. . . . Exit. Dunyasha Like a little flower. I'm such a delicate girl; I simply love words of tenderness. Fiers You'll lose your head. Enter EPIKHODOV. Epikhodov You, Avdotya Fedorovna, want to see me no more than if I was some insect. Sighs. Oh, life! Dunyasha What do you want? Epikhodov Undoubtedly, perhaps, you may be right. Sighs. But, certainly, if you regard the matter from the aspect, then you, if I may say so, and you must excuse my candidness, have absolutely reduced me to a state of mind. I know my fate, every day something unfortunate happens to me, and I've grown used to it a long time ago, I even look at my fate with a smile. You gave me your word, and though I . . . Dunyasha Please, we'll talk later on, but leave me alone now. I'm meditating now. Plays with her fan. Epikhodov Every day something unfortunate happens to me, and I, if I may so express myself, only smile, and even laugh. VARYA enters from the drawing-room. Varya Haven't you gone yet, Simeon? You really have no respect for anybody. To DUNYASHA. You go away, Dunyasha. To EPIKHODOV. You play billiards and break a cue, and walk about the drawing-room as if you were a visitor! Epikhodov You cannot, if I may say so, call me to order. Varya I'm not calling you to order, I'm only telling you. You just walk about from place to place and never do your work. Goodness only knows why we keep a clerk. Epikhodov Offended. Whether I work, or walk about, or eat, or play billiards, is only a matter to be settled by people of understanding and my elders. Varya You dare to talk to me like that! Furious. You dare? You mean that I know nothing? Get out of here! This minute! Epikhodov Nervous. I must ask you to express yourself more delicately. Varya Beside herself. Get out this minute. Get out! He goes to the door, she follows. Two-and-twenty troubles! I don't want any sign of you here! I don't want to see anything of you! EPIKHODOV has gone out; his voice can be heard outside: "I'll make a complaint against you.". What, coming back? Snatches up the stick left by FIERS by the door. Go . . . go . . . go, I'll show you. . . . Are you going? Are you going? Well, then take that. She hits out as LOPAKHIN enters. Lopakhin Much obliged. Varya Angry but amused. I'm sorry. Lopakhin Never mind. I thank you for my pleasant reception. Varya It isn't worth any thanks. Walks away, then looks back and asks gently. I didn't hurt you, did I? Lopakhin No, not at all. There'll be an enormous bump, that's all. Voices from the Drawing-Room Lopakhin's returned! Ermolai Alexeyevitch! Pischin Now we'll see what there is to see and hear what there is to hear. . . . Kisses LOPAKHIN. You smell of cognac, my dear, my soul. And we're all having a good time. Enter LUBOV ANDREYEVNA. Lubov Is that you, Ermolai Alexeyevitch ? Why were you so long? Where's Leonid? Lopakhin Leonid Andreyevitch came back with me, he's coming. . . . Lubov Excited. Well, what? Is it sold? Tell me? Lopakhin Confused, afraid to show his pleasure. The sale ended up at four o'clock. . . . We missed the train, and had to wait till half-past nine. Sighs heavily. Ooh! My head's going round a little. Enter GAEV; in his right hand he carries things he has bought, with his left he wipes away his tears. Lubov Leon, what's happened? Leon, well? Impatiently, in tears. Quick, for the love of God. . . . Gaev Says nothing to her, only waves his hand; to FIERS, weeping. Here, take this. . . . Here are anchovies, herrings from Kertch. . . . I've had no food to-day. . . . I have had a time! The door from the billiard-room is open; the clicking of the balls is heard, and YASHA'S voice, "Seven, eighteen!" GAEV'S expression changes, he cries no more. I'm awfully tired. Help me change my clothes, Fiers. Goes out through the drawing-room; FIERS after him. Pischin What happened? Come on, tell us! Lubov Is the cherry orchard sold? Lopakhin It is sold. Lubov Who bought it? Lopakhin I bought it. LUBOV ANDREYEVNA is overwhelmed; she would fall if she were not standing by an armchair and a table. VARYA takes her keys off her belt, throws them on the floor, into the middle of the room and goes out. Lopakhin I bought it! Wait, ladies and gentlemen, please, my head's going round, I can't talk. . . . Laughs. When we got to the sale, Deriganov was there already. Leonid Andreyevitch had only fifteen thousand roubles, and Deriganov offered thirty thousand on top of the mortgage to begin with. I saw how matters were, so I grabbed hold of him and bid forty. He went up to forty-five, I offered fifty-five. That means he went up by fives and I went up by tens. . . . Well, it came to an end. I bid ninety more than the mortgage; and it stayed with me. The cherry orchard is mine now, mine! Roars with laughter. My God, my God, the cherry orchard's mine! Tell me I'm drunk, or mad, or dreaming. . . . Stamps his feet. Don't laugh at me! If my father and grandfather rose from their graves and looked at the whole affair, and saw how their Ermolai, their beaten and uneducated Ermolai, who used to run barefoot in the winter, how that very Ermolai has bought an estate, which is the most beautiful thing in the world! I've bought the estate where my grandfather and my father were slaves, where they weren't even allowed into the kitchen. I'm asleep, it's only a dream, an illusion. . . . It's the fruit of imagination, wrapped in the fog of the unknown. . . . Picks up the keys, nicely smiling. She threw down the keys, she wanted to show she was no longer mistress here. . . . Jingles keys. Well, it's all one! Hears the band tuning up. Eh, musicians, play, I want to hear you! Come and look at Ermolai Lopakhin laying his axe to the cherry orchard, come and look at the trees falling! We'll build villas here, and our grandsons and great-grandsons will see a new life here. . . . Play on, music! The band plays. LUBOV ANDREYEVNA sinks into a chair and weeps bitterly. LOPAKHIN continues reproachfully. Why then, why didn't you take my advice? My poor, dear woman, you can't go back now. Weeps. Oh, if only the whole thing was done with, if only our uneven, unhappy life were changed! Pischin Takes his arm; in an undertone. She's crying. Let's go into the drawing-room and leave her by herself . . . come on. . . . Takes his arm and leads him out. Lopakhin What's that? Bandsmen, play nicely! Go on, do just as I want you to! Ironically. The new owner, the owner of the cherry orchard is coming! He accidentally knocks up against a little table and nearly upsets the candelabra. I can pay for everything! Exit with PISCHIN. In the reception-room and the drawing-room nobody remains except LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, who sits huddled up and weeping bitterly. The band plays softly. ANYA and TROFIMOV come in quickly. ANYA goes up to her mother and goes on her knees in front of her. TROFIMOV stands at the drawing-room entrance. Anya Mother! mother, are you crying? My dear, kind, good mother, my beautiful mother, I love you! Bless you! The cherry orchard is sold, we've got it no longer, it's true, true, but don't cry mother, you've still got your life before you, you've still your beautiful pure soul . . . Come with me, come, dear, away from here, come! We'll plant a new garden, finer than this, and you'll see it, and you'll understand, and deep joy, gentle joy will sink into your soul, like the evening sun, and you'll smile, mother! Come, dear, let's go! Curtain. Act Four The stage is set as for Act I. There are no curtains on the windows, no pictures; only a few pieces of furniture are left; they are piled up in a corner as if for sale. The emptiness is felt. By the door that leads out of the house and at the back of the stage, portmanteaux and travelling paraphernalia are piled up. The door on the left is open; the voices of VARYA and ANYA can be heard through it. LOPAKHIN stands and waits. YASHA holds a tray with little tumblers of champagne. Outside, EPIKHODOV is tying up a box. Voices are heard behind the stage. The peasants have come to say good-bye. The voice of GAEV is heard: "Thank you, brothers, thank you." Yasha The common people have come to say good-bye. I am of the opinion, Ermolai Alexeyevitch, that they're good people, but they don't understand very much. The voices die away. LUBOV ANDREYEVNA and GAEV enter. She is not crying but is pale, and her face trembles; she can hardly speak. Gaev You gave them your purse, Luba. You can't go on like that, you can't! Lubov I couldn't help myself, I couldn't! They go out. Lopakhin In the doorway, calling after them. Please, I ask you most humbly! Just a little glass to say good-bye. I didn't remember to bring any from town and I only found one bottle at the station. Please, do! Pause. Won't you really have any? Goes away from the door. If I only knew--I wouldn't have bought any. Well, I shan't drink any either. YASHA carefully puts the tray on a chair. You have a drink, Yasha, at any rate. Yasha To those departing! And good luck to those who stay behind! Drinks. I can assure you that this isn't real champagne. Lopakhin Eight roubles a bottle. Pause. It's devilish cold here. Yasha There are no fires to-day, we're going away. Laughs. Lopakhin What's the matter with you? Yasha I'm just pleased. Lopakhin It's October outside, but it's as sunny and as quiet as if it were summer. Good for building. Looking at his watch and speaking through the door. Ladies and gentlemen, please remember that it's only forty-seven minutes till the train goes! You must go off to the station in twenty minutes. Hurry up. TROFIMOV in an overcoat, comes in from the grounds. Trofimov I think it's time we went. The carriages are waiting. Where the devil are my goloshes? They're lost. Through the door. Anya, I can't find my goloshes! I can't! Lopakhin I've got to go to Kharkov. I'm going in the same train as you. I'm going to spend the whole winter in Kharkov. I've been hanging about with you people, going rusty without work. I can't live without working. I must have something to do with my hands; they hang about as if they weren't mine at all. Trofimov We'll go away now and then you'll start again on your useful labours. Lopakhin Have a glass. Trofimov I won't. Lopakhin So you're off to Moscow now? Trofimov Yes. I'll see them into town and to-morrow I'm off to Moscow. Lopakhin Yes. . . . I expect the professors don't lecture nowadays; they're waiting till you turn up! Trofimov That's not your business. Lopakhin How many years have you been going to the university? Trofimov Think of something fresh. This is old and flat. Looking for his goloshes. You know, we may not meet each other again, so just let me give you a word of advice on parting: "Don't wave your hands about! Get rid of that habit of waving them about. And then, building villas and reckoning on their residents becoming freeholders in time--that's the same thing; it's all a matter of waving your hands about. . . . Whether I want to or not, you know, I like you. You've thin, delicate fingers, like those of an artist, and you've a thin, delicate soul. . . ." Lopakhin Embraces him. Good-bye, dear fellow. Thanks for all you've said. If you want any, take some money from me for the journey. Trofimov Why should I? I don't want it. Lopakhin But you've nothing! Trofimov Yes, I have, thank you; I've got some for a translation. Here it is in my pocket. Nervously. But I can't find my goloshes! Varya From the other room. Take your rubbish away! Throws a pair of rubber goloshes on to the stage. Trofimov Why are you angry, Varya? Hm! These aren't my goloshes! Lopakhin In the spring I sowed three thousand acres of poppies, and now I've made forty thousand roubles net profit. And when my poppies were in flower, what a picture it was! So I, as I was saying, made forty thousand roubles, and I mean I'd like to lend you some, because I can afford it. Why turn up your nose at it? I'm just a simple peasant. . . . Trofimov Your father was a peasant, mine was a chemist, and that means absolutely nothing. LOPAKHIN takes out his pocket-book. No, no. . . . Even if you gave me twenty thousand I should refuse. I'm a free man. And everything that all you people, rich and poor, value so highly and so dearly hasn't the least influence over me; it's like a flock of down in the wind. I can do without you, I can pass you by. I'm strong and proud. Mankind goes on to the highest truths and to the highest happiness such as is only possible on earth, and I go in the front ranks! Lopakhin Will you get there? Trofimov I will. Pause. I'll get there and show others the way Axes cutting the trees are heard in the distance. Lopakhin Well, good-bye, old man. It's time to go. Here we stand pulling one another's noses, but life goes its own way all the time. When I work for a long time, and I don't get tired, then I think more easily, and I think I get to understand why I exist. And there are so many people in Russia, brother, who live for nothing at all. Still, work goes on without that. Leonid Andreyevitch, they say, has accepted a post in a bank; he will get sixty thousand roubles a year. . . . But he won't stand it; he's very lazy. Anya At the door. Mother asks if you will stop them cutting down the orchard until she has gone away. Trofimov Yes, really, you ought to have enough tact not to do that. Exit. Lopakhin All right, all right . . . yes, he's right. Exit. Anya Has Fiers been sent to the hospital? Yasha I gave the order this morning. I suppose they've sent him. Anya To EPIKHODOV, who crosses the room. Simeon Panteleyevitch, please make inquiries if Fiers has been sent to the hospital. Yasha Offended. I told Egor this morning. What's the use of asking ten times! Epikhodov The aged Fiers, in my conclusive opinion, isn't worth mending; his forefathers had better have him. I only envy him. Puts a trunk on a hat-box and squashes it. Well, of course. I thought so! Exit. Yasha Grinning. Two-and-twenty troubles. Varya Behind the door. Has Fiers been taken away to the hospital? Anya Yes. Varya Why didn't they take the letter to the doctor? Anya It'll have to be sent after him. Exit. Varya In the next room. Where's Yasha? Tell him his mother's come and wants to say good-bye to him. Yasha Waving his hand. She'll make me lose all patience! DUNYASHA has meanwhile been bustling round the luggage; now that YASHA is left alone, she goes up to him. Dunyasha If you only looked at me once, Yasha. You're going away, leaving me behind. Weeps and hugs him round the neck. Yasha What's the use of crying ? Drinks champagne. In six days I'll be again in Paris. To-morrow we get into the express and off we go. I can hardly believe it. Vive la France! It doesn't suit me here, I can't live here . . . it's no good. Well, I've seen the uncivilized world; I have had enough of it. Drinks champagne. What do you want to cry for? You behave yourself properly, and then you won't cry. Dunyasha Looks in a small mirror and powders her face. Send me a letter from Paris. You know I loved you, Yasha, so much! I'm a sensitive creature, Yasha. Yasha Somebody's coming. He bustles around the luggage, singing softly. Enter LUBOV ANDREYEVNA, GAEV, ANYA, and CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA. Gaev We'd better be off. There's no time left. Looks at YASHA. Somebody smells of herring! Lubov We needn't get into our carriages for ten minutes. . . . Looks round the room. Good-bye, dear house, old grandfather. The winter will go, the spring will come, and then you'll exist no more, you'll be pulled down. How much these walls have seen! Passionately kisses her daughter. My treasure, you're radiant, your eyes flash like two jewels! Are you happy? Very? Anya Very! A new life is beginning, mother! Gaev Gaily. Yes, really, everything's all right now. Before the cherry orchard was sold we all were excited and we suffered, and then, when the question was solved once and for all, we all calmed down, and even became cheerful. I'm a bank official now, and a financier . . . red in the middle; and you, Luba, for some reason or other, look better, there's no doubt about it. Lubov Yes. My nerves are better, it's true. She puts on her coat and hat. I sleep well. Take my luggage out, Yasha. It's time. To ANYA. My little girl, we'll soon see each other again. . . . I'm off to Paris. I'll live there on the money your grandmother from Yaroslav sent along to buy the estate--bless her!--though it won't last long. Anya You'll come back soon, soon, mother, won't you? I'll get ready, and pass the exam at the Higher School, and then I'll work and help you. We'll read all sorts of books to one another, won't we? Kisses her mother's hands. We'll read in the autumn evenings; we'll read many books, and a beautiful new world will open up before us. . . Thoughtfully. You'll come, mother. . . . Lubov I'll come, my darling. Embraces her. Enter LOPAKHIN. CHARLOTTA is singing to herself. Gaev Charlotta is happy; she sings! Charlotta Takes a bundle, looking like a wrapped-up baby. My little baby, bye-bye. The baby seems to answer, "Oua! Oua!". Hush, my nice little boy. "Oua! Oua!". I'm so sorry for you! Throws the bundle back. So please find me a new place. I can't go on like this. Lopakhin We'll find one, Charlotta Ivanovna, don't you be afraid. Gaev Everybody's leaving us. Varya's going away. . . we've suddenly become unnecessary. Charlotta I've nowhere to live in town. I must go away. Hums. Never mind. Enter PISCHIN. Lopakhin Nature's marvel! Pischin Puffing. Oh, let me get my breath back. . . . I'm fagged out . . . My most honoured, give me some water. . . . Gaev Come for money, what? I'm your humble servant, and I'm going out of the way of temptation. Exit. Pischin I haven't been here for ever so long . . . dear madam. To LOPAKHIN. You here? Glad to see you . . . man of immense brain . . . take this . . . take it. . . Gives LOPAKHIN money. Four hundred roubles. . . . That leaves 840. . . . Lopakhin Shrugs his shoulders in surprise. As if I were dreaming. Where did you get this from? Pischin Stop . . . it's hot. . . . A most unexpected thing happened. Some Englishmen came along and found some white clay on my land. . . . To LUBOV ANDREYEVNA. And here's four hundred for you . . . beautiful lady. . . . Gives her money. Give you the rest later. . . . Drinks water. Just now a young man in the train was saying that some great philosopher advises us all to jump off roofs. "Jump!" he says, and that's all. Astonished. To think of that, now! More water! Lopakhin Who were these Englishmen? Pischin I've leased off the land with the clay to them for twenty-four years. . . . Now, excuse me, I've no time. ... I must run off. . . . I must go to Znoikov and to Kardamonov ... I owe them all money. . . . Drinks. Good-bye. I'll come in on Thursday. Lubov We're just off to town, and to-morrow I go abroad. Pischin Agitated. What? Why to town? I see furniture ... trunks. . . . Well, never mind. Crying. Never mind. These Englishmen are men of immense intellect. . . . Never mind. . . . Be happy. . . . God will help you. . . . Never mind. . . . Everything in this world comes to an end. . . . Kisses LUBOV ANDREYEVNA'S hand. And if you should happen to hear that my end has come, just remember this old . . . horse and say: "There was one such and such a Simeonov-Pischin, God bless his soul. . . ." Wonderful weather ... yes. . . . Exit deeply moved, but returns at once and says in the door. Dashenka sent her love! Exit. Lubov Now we can go. I've two anxieties, though. The first is poor Fiers Looks at her watch. We've still five minutes. . . . Anya Mother, Fiers has already been sent to the hospital. Yasha sent him off this morning. Lubov The second is Varya. She's used to getting up early and to work, and now she's no work to do she's like a fish out of water. She's grown thin and pale, and she cries, poor thing. . . . Pause. You know very well, Ermolai Alexeyevitch, that I used to hope to marry her to you, and I suppose you are going to marry somebody? Whispers to ANYA, who nods to CHARLOTTA, and they both go out. She loves you, she's your sort, and I don't understand, I really don't, why you seem to be keeping away from each other. I don't understand! Lopakhin To tell the truth, I don't understand it myself. It's all so strange. . . . If there's still time, I'll be ready at once . . . Let's get it over, once and for all; I don't feel as if I could ever propose to her without you. Lubov Excellent. It'll only take a minute. I'll call her. Lopakhin The champagne's very appropriate. Looking at the tumblers. They're empty, somebody's already drunk them. YASHA coughs. I call that licking it up. . . . Lubov Animated. Excellent. We'll go out. Yasha, allez. I'll call her in. . . . At the door. Varya, leave that and come here. Come! Exit with YASHA. Lopakhin Looks at his watch. Yes. . . . Pause. There is a restrained laugh behind the door, a whisper, then VARYA comes in. Varya Looking at the luggage in silence. I can't seem to find it. . . . Lopakhin What are you looking for? Varya I packed it myself and I don't remember. Pause. Lopakhin Where are you going to now, Barbara Mihailovna? Varya I? To the Ragulins. . . . I've got an agreement to go and look after their house . . . as housekeeper or something. Lopakhin Is that at Yashnevo? It's about fifty miles. Pause. So life in this house is finished now. . . . Varya Looking at the luggage. Where is it? . . . perhaps I've put it away in the trunk. . . Yes, there'll be no more life in this house. . . . Lopakhin And I'm off to Kharkov at once . . . by this train. I've a lot of business on hand. I'm leaving Epikhodov here . . . I've taken him on. Varya Well, well! Lopakhin Last year at this time the snow was already falling, if you remember, and now it's nice and sunny. Only it's rather cold. . . . There's three degrees of frost. Varya I didn't look. Pause. And our thermometer's broken. . . . Pause. Voice at the Door Ermolai Alexeyevitch! Lopakhin As if he has long been waiting to be called. This minute. Exit quickly. VARYA, sitting on the floor, puts her face on a bundle of clothes and weeps gently. The door opens. LUBOV ANDREYEVNA enters carefully. Lubov Well? Pause. We must go. Varya Not crying now, wipes her eyes. Yes, it's quite time, little mother. I'll get to the Ragulins to-day, if I don't miss the train. . . . Lubov At the door. Anya, put on your things. Enter ANYA, then GAEV, CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA. GAEV wears a warm overcoat with a cape. A servant and drivers come in. EPIKHODOV bustles around the luggage. Now we can go away. Anya Joyfully. Away! Gaev My friends, my dear friends! Can I be silent, in leaving this house for evermore?--can I restrain myself, in saying farewell, from expressing those feelings which now fill my whole being . . . ? Anya Imploringly. Uncle! Varya Uncle, you shouldn't! Gaev Stupidly. Double the red into the middle. . . . I'll be quiet. Enter TROFIMOV, then LOPAKHIN. Trofimov Well, it's time to be off. Lopakhin Epikhodov, my coat! Lubov I'll sit here one more minute. It's as if I'd never really noticed what the walls and ceilings of this house were like, and now I look at them greedily, with such tender love. . . . Gaev I remember, when I was six years old, on Trinity Sunday, I sat at this window and looked and saw my father going to church. . . . Lubov Have all the things been taken away? Lopakhin Yes, all, I think. To EPIKHODOV, putting on his coat. You see that everything's quite straight, Epikhodov. Epikhodov Hoarsely. You may depend upon me, Ermolai Alexeyevitch! Lopakhin What's the matter with your voice? Epikhodov I swallowed something just now; I was having a drink of water. Yasha Suspiciously. What manners. . . . Lubov We go away, and not a soul remains behind. Lopakhin Till the spring. Varya Drags an umbrella out of a bundle, and seems to be waving it about. LOPAKHIN pretends to be frightened. What are you doing? . . . I never thought . . . Trofimov Come along, let's take our seats . . . it's time! The train will be in directly. Varya Peter, here they are, your goloshes, by that trunk. In tears. And how old and dirty they are. . . . Trofimov Putting them on. Come on! Gaev Deeply moved, nearly crying. The train . . . the station. . . . Cross in the middle, a white double in the corner. . . . Lubov Let's go! Lopakhin Are you all here? There's nobody else? Locks the side-door on the left. There's a lot of things in there. I must lock them up. Come! Anya Good-bye, home! Good-bye, old life! Trofimov Welcome, new life. Exit with ANYA. VARYA looks round the room and goes out slowly. YASHA and CHARLOTTA, with her little dog, go out. Lopakhin Till the spring, then! Come on . . . till we meet again! Exit. LUBOV ANDREYEVNA and GAEV are left alone. They might almost have been waiting for that. They fall into each other's arms and sob restrainedly and quietly, fearing that somebody might hear them. Gaev In despair. My sister, my sister. . . . Lubov My dead, my gentle, beautiful orchard! My life, my youth, my happiness, good-bye! Good-bye! Anya's Voice Gaily. Mother! Trofimov's Voice Gaily, excited. Coo-ee! Lubov To look at the walls and the windows for the last time. . . . My dead mother used to like to walk about this room. . . . Gaev My sister, my sister! Anya's Voice Mother! Trofimov's Voice Coo-ee! Lubov We're coming! They go out. The stage is empty. The sound of keys being turned in the locks is heard, and then the noise of the carriages going away. It is quiet. Then the sound of an axe against the trees is heard in the silence, sadly and by itself. Steps are heard. FIERS comes in from the door on the right. He is dressed as usual, in a short jacket and white waistcoat; slippers on his feet. He is ill. He goes to the door and tries the handle. Fiers It's locked. They've gone away. Sits on a sofa. They've forgotten about me. . . . Never mind, I'll sit here. . . . And Leonid Andreyevitch will have gone in a light overcoat instead of putting on his fur coat. . . . Sighs anxiously. I didn't see. . . . Oh, these young people! Mumbles something that cannot be understood. Life's gone on as if I'd never lived. Lying down. I'll lie down. . . . You've no strength left in you, nothing left at all. . . Oh, you . . . bungler! He lies without moving. The distant sound is heard, as if from the sky, of a breaking string, dying away sadly. Silence follows it, and only the sound is heard, some way away in the orchard, of the axe falling on the trees. Curtain. Footnotes by James Rusk ERMOLAInow written in English as "Yermolay" [back] PETER"Petya" in the original [back] EPIKHODOVnow written in English as "Yepikhodov" [back] FIERSpronounced "fierce" [back] footmanvalet [back] little manlit., little peasant [back] kvassa homemade beer [back] mother/little motherthe translator's choices for "Mamochka," an intimate nickname for mother [back] gardenorchard [back] villa"dacha," a summer vacation home [back] Mentonelocated on the French Mediterranean [back] wretchscoundrel [back] from one holy place to anotherreligious pilgrims were common in 19th century Russia [back] long jacket of thin cloth"poddëuka," typical peasant clothing [back] as if he is playing billiardsGaev's billiard terms don't match any particular kind of billiard playing, and Chekhov admitted he knew nothing about the game [back] patchoulia perfume [back] my dear little cupboardmost translators use "bookcase" [back] Nurse has died"nyanya," a nanny [back] dessiatin2.7 acres [back] Encyclopaedic Dictionaryprobably the 86-volume Brockhaus and Efron Encyclopedic Dictionary [back] jubileeanniversary [back] in a worn student uniformall students at this time wore uniforms [back] advocatelawyer [back] I'm a man of the eightiesa period of extreme reaction under Czar Alexandr III [back] Anya dear!Anichka! [back] shrinechapel [back] passportan internal passport for movement within Russia [back] salto mortalea complete somersault [back] What is this noisy earth to me...words to a popular ballad [back] Bucklehistorian Henry Thomas Buckle (1821-1861) was considered a materialist and free-thinker [back] about the seventies and about decadentsprobably refers to the group of French poets who called themselves decadents [back] do stopdo stay [back] all my substanceall my fortune [back] Emancipationthe serfs were freed in 1861 [back] It was very good for them in the old daysthis is said ironically [back] créchespublic nurseries; day care centers [back] My brother, my suffering brotherfrom a poem by Nadson [back] Come out on the Volgafrom a poem by Nekrasov [back] Oh, feel me, get thee to a nunneryin Hamlet, Hamlet says this to Ophelia (III, 1, 121) [back] Oh, feel me, nymph, remember me in thine orisonssee Hamlet, III, 1, 89-90 [back] Oh, it's awful...their heavy visionsthis passage was substitued by Chekhov for one the censor objected to. The original passage was restored after the 1917 revolution: "To own human beings has affected every one of you--those who lived before and those who live now. Your mother, your uncle, and you don't notice that you are living off the labours of others--in fact, the very people you won't even let in the front door." [back] drawing-roomballroom [back] Promenade a une pairepromenade with your partner [back] Grand rond, balancezthe great ring dance, get set [back] Les cavaliers à genou et remerciez vos dames!Gentlemen, on your knees and thank your ladies [back] NietzscheGerman philosopher, 1844-1900 [back] Caucasian dancelezginka, a courtship dance [back] Ein, zwei, dreione, two, three (German) [back] Guter Mensch aber schlechter MusikantA good man, but a bad musician (German) [back] I don't want to be a Beau BrummelI don't want to be fashionable (Beau Brummel was George Brummel, 1778-1840) [back] "The Magdalen" by Tolstoythe poem is "The Sinful Woman" by Aleksey Tolstoy (1817-1875), not Leo Tolstoy the novelist [back] demi-saisonbetween-season [back] freeholderssmall farmers [back] chemistdruggist [back] fagged outworn out [back] allezlet's go! (French) [back] </div>