Full Text
THE THREE SISTERS
A DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS
CHARACTERS
ANDREY SERGEYEVITCH PROSOROV
NATALIA IVANOVA (NATASHA), his fiancée, later his wife (28)
His sisters:
OLGA
MASHA
IRINA
FEODOR ILITCH KULIGIN, high school teacher, married to MASHA (20)
ALEXANDER IGNATEYEVITCH VERSHININ, lieutenant-colonel in charge of
a battery (42)
NICOLAI LVOVITCH TUZENBACH, baron, lieutenant in the army (30)
VASSILI VASSILEVITCH SOLENI, captain
IVAN ROMANOVITCH CHEBUTIKIN, army doctor (60)
ALEXEY PETROVITCH FEDOTIK, sub-lieutenant
VLADIMIR CARLOVITCH RODE, sub-lieutenant
FERAPONT, door-keeper at local council offices, an old man
ANFISA, nurse (80)
The action takes place in a provincial town.
[Ages are stated in brackets.]
ACT I
[In PROSOROV’S house. A sitting-room with pillars; behind is seen a
large dining-room. It is midday, the sun is shining brightly outside. In
the dining-room the table is being laid for lunch.]
[OLGA, in the regulation blue dress of a teacher at a girl’s high
school, is walking about correcting exercise books; MASHA, in a black
dress, with a hat on her knees, sits and reads a book; IRINA, in white,
stands about, with a thoughtful expression.]
OLGA. It’s just a year since father died last May the fifth, on your
name-day, Irina. It was very cold then, and snowing. I thought I would
never survive it, and you were in a dead faint. And now a year has
gone by and we are already thinking about it without pain, and you are
wearing a white dress and your face is happy. [Clock strikes twelve] And
the clock struck just the same way then. [Pause] I remember that there
was music at the funeral, and they fired a volley in the cemetery. He
was a general in command of a brigade but there were few people present.
Of course, it was raining then, raining hard, and snowing.
IRINA. Why think about it!
[BARON TUZENBACH, CHEBUTIKIN and SOLENI appear by the table in the
dining-room, behind the pillars.]
OLGA. It’s so warm to-day that we can keep the windows open, though the
birches are not yet in flower. Father was put in command of a brigade,
and he rode out of Moscow with us eleven years ago. I remember perfectly
that it was early in May and that everything in Moscow was flowering
then. It was warm too, everything was bathed in sunshine. Eleven years
have gone, and I remember everything as if we rode out only yesterday.
Oh, God! When I awoke this morning and saw all the light and the spring,
joy entered my heart, and I longed passionately to go home.
CHEBUTIKIN. Will you take a bet on it?
TUZENBACH. Oh, nonsense.
[MASHA, lost in a reverie over her book, whistles softly.]
OLGA. Don’t whistle, Masha. How can you! [Pause] I’m always having
headaches from having to go to the High School every day and then teach
till evening. Strange thoughts come to me, as if I were already an old
woman. And really, during these four years that I have been working
here, I have been feeling as if every day my strength and youth have
been squeezed out of me, drop by drop. And only one desire grows and
gains in strength...
IRINA. To go away to Moscow. To sell the house, drop everything here,
and go to Moscow...
OLGA. Yes! To Moscow, and as soon as possible.
[CHEBUTIKIN and TUZENBACH laugh.]
IRINA. I expect Andrey will become a professor, but still, he won’t want
to live here. Only poor Masha must go on living here.
OLGA. Masha can come to Moscow every year, for the whole summer.
[MASHA is whistling gently.]
IRINA. Everything will be arranged, please God. [Looks out of the
window] It’s nice out to-day. I don’t know why I’m so happy: I
remembered this morning that it was my name-day, and I suddenly felt
glad and remembered my childhood, when mother was still with us. What
beautiful thoughts I had, what thoughts!
OLGA. You’re all radiance to-day, I’ve never seen you look so lovely.
And Masha is pretty, too. Andrey wouldn’t be bad-looking, if he wasn’t
so stout; it does spoil his appearance. But I’ve grown old and very
thin, I suppose it’s because I get angry with the girls at school.
To-day I’m free. I’m at home. I haven’t got a headache, and I feel
younger than I was yesterday. I’m only twenty-eight.... All’s well, God
is everywhere, but it seems to me that if only I were married and could
stay at home all day, it would be even better. [Pause] I should love my
husband.
TUZENBACH. [To SOLENI] I’m tired of listening to the rot you talk.
[Entering the sitting-room] I forgot to say that Vershinin, our new
lieutenant-colonel of artillery, is coming to see us to-day. [Sits down
to the piano.]
OLGA. That’s good. I’m glad.
IRINA. Is he old?
TUZENBACH. Oh, no. Forty or forty-five, at the very outside. [Plays
softly] He seems rather a good sort. He’s certainly no fool, only he
likes to hear himself speak.
IRINA. Is he interesting?
TUZENBACH. Oh, he’s all right, but there’s his wife, his mother-in-law,
and two daughters. This is his second wife. He pays calls and tells
everybody that he’s got a wife and two daughters. He’ll tell you so
here. The wife isn’t all there, she does her hair like a flapper and
gushes extremely. She talks philosophy and tries to commit suicide every
now and again, apparently in order to annoy her husband. I should have
left her long ago, but he bears up patiently, and just grumbles.
SOLENI. [Enters with CHEBUTIKIN from the dining-room] With one hand I
can only lift fifty-four pounds, but with both hands I can lift 180,
or even 200 pounds. From this I conclude that two men are not twice as
strong as one, but three times, perhaps even more....
CHEBUTIKIN. [Reads a newspaper as he walks] If your hair is coming
out... take an ounce of naphthaline and hail a bottle of spirit...
dissolve and use daily.... [Makes a note in his pocket diary] When
found make a note of! Not that I want it though.... [Crosses it out] It
doesn’t matter.
IRINA. Ivan Romanovitch, dear Ivan Romanovitch!
CHEBUTIKIN. What does my own little girl want?
IRINA. Ivan Romanovitch, dear Ivan Romanovitch! I feel as if I were
sailing under the broad blue sky with great white birds around me. Why
is that? Why?
CHEBUTIKIN. [Kisses her hands, tenderly] My white bird....
IRINA. When I woke up to-day and got up and dressed myself, I suddenly
began to feel as if everything in this life was open to me, and that I
knew how I must live. Dear Ivan Romanovitch, I know everything. A man
must work, toil in the sweat of his brow, whoever he may be, for that is
the meaning and object of his life, his happiness, his enthusiasm. How
fine it is to be a workman who gets up at daybreak and breaks stones in
the street, or a shepherd, or a schoolmaster, who teaches children, or
an engine-driver on the railway.... My God, let alone a man, it’s better
to be an ox, or just a horse, so long as it can work, than a young woman
who wakes up at twelve o’clock, has her coffee in bed, and then spends
two hours dressing.... Oh it’s awful! Sometimes when it’s hot, your
thirst can be just as tiresome as my need for work. And if I don’t get
up early in future and work, Ivan Romanovitch, then you may refuse me
your friendship.
CHEBUTIKIN. [Tenderly] I’ll refuse, I’ll refuse....
OLGA. Father used to make us get up at seven. Now Irina wakes at seven
and lies and meditates about something till nine at least. And she looks
so serious! [Laughs.]
IRINA. You’re so used to seeing me as a little girl that it seems queer
to you when my face is serious. I’m twenty!
TUZENBACH. How well I can understand that craving for work, oh God! I’ve
never worked once in my life. I was born in Petersburg, a chilly, lazy
place, in a family which never knew what work or worry meant. I remember
that when I used to come home from my regiment, a footman used to
have to pull off my boots while I fidgeted and my mother looked on in
adoration and wondered why other people didn’t see me in the same light.
They shielded me from work; but only just in time! A new age is dawning,
the people are marching on us all, a powerful, health-giving storm is
gathering, it is drawing near, soon it will be upon us and it will drive
away laziness, indifference, the prejudice against labour, and rotten
dullness from our society. I shall work, and in twenty-five or thirty
years, every man will have to work. Every one!
CHEBUTIKIN. I shan’t work.
TUZENBACH. You don’t matter.
SOLENI. In twenty-five years’ time, we shall all be dead, thank the
Lord. In two or three years’ time apoplexy will carry you off, or else
I’ll blow your brains out, my pet. [Takes a scent-bottle out of his
pocket and sprinkles his chest and hands.]
CHEBUTIKIN. [Laughs] It’s quite true, I never have worked. After I came
down from the university I never stirred a finger or opened a book, I
just read the papers.... [Takes another newspaper out of his pocket]
Here we are.... I’ve learnt from the papers that there used to be one,
Dobrolubov [Note: Dobroluboy (1836-81), in spite of the shortness of his
career, established himself as one of the classic literary critics
of Russia], for instance, but what he wrote--I don’t know... God only
knows.... [Somebody is heard tapping on the floor from below] There....
They’re calling me downstairs, somebody’s come to see me. I’ll be back
in a minute... won’t be long.... [Exit hurriedly, scratching his beard.]
IRINA. He’s up to something.
TUZENBACH. Yes, he looked so pleased as he went out that I’m pretty
certain he’ll bring you a present in a moment.
IRINA. How unpleasant!
OLGA. Yes, it’s awful. He’s always doing silly things.
MASHA.
“There stands a green oak by the sea.
And a chain of bright gold is around it...
And a chain of bright gold is around it....”
[Gets up and sings softly.]
OLGA. You’re not very bright to-day, Masha. [MASHA sings, putting on her
hat] Where are you off to?
MASHA. Home.
IRINA. That’s odd....
TUZENBACH. On a name-day, too!
MASHA. It doesn’t matter. I’ll come in the evening. Good-bye, dear.
[Kisses MASHA] Many happy returns, though I’ve said it before. In the
old days when father was alive, every time we had a name-day, thirty or
forty officers used to come, and there was lots of noise and fun, and
to-day there’s only a man and a half, and it’s as quiet as a desert...
I’m off... I’ve got the hump to-day, and am not at all cheerful, so
don’t you mind me. [Laughs through her tears] We’ll have a talk later
on, but good-bye for the present, my dear; I’ll go somewhere.
IRINA. [Displeased] You are queer....
OLGA. [Crying] I understand you, Masha.
SOLENI. When a man talks philosophy, well, it is philosophy or at any
rate sophistry; but when a woman, or two women, talk philosophy--it’s
all my eye.
MASHA. What do you mean by that, you very awful man?
SOLENI. Oh, nothing. You came down on me before I could say... help!
[Pause.]
MASHA. [Angrily, to OLGA] Don’t cry!
[Enter ANFISA and FERAPONT with a cake.]
ANFISA. This way, my dear. Come in, your feet are clean. [To IRINA] From
the District Council, from Mihail Ivanitch Protopopov... a cake.
IRINA. Thank you. Please thank him. [Takes the cake.]
FERAPONT. What?
IRINA. [Louder] Please thank him.
OLGA. Give him a pie, nurse. Ferapont, go, she’ll give you a pie.
FERAPONT. What?
ANFISA. Come on, gran’fer, Ferapont Spiridonitch. Come on. [Exeunt.]
MASHA. I don’t like this Mihail Potapitch or Ivanitch, Protopopov. We
oughtn’t to invite him here.
IRINA. I never asked him.
MASHA. That’s all right.
[Enter CHEBUTIKIN followed by a soldier with a silver samovar; there is
a rumble of dissatisfied surprise.]
OLGA. [Covers her face with her hands] A samovar! That’s awful! [Exit
into the dining-room, to the table.]
IRINA. My dear Ivan Romanovitch, what are you doing!
TUZENBACH. [Laughs] I told you so!
MASHA. Ivan Romanovitch, you are simply shameless!
CHEBUTIKIN. My dear good girl, you are the only thing, and the dearest
thing I have in the world. I’ll soon be sixty. I’m an old man, a lonely
worthless old man. The only good thing in me is my love for you, and if
it hadn’t been for that, I would have been dead long ago.... [To IRINA]
My dear little girl, I’ve known you since the day of your birth, I’ve
carried you in my arms... I loved your dead mother....
MASHA. But your presents are so expensive!
CHEBUTIKIN. [Angrily, through his tears] Expensive presents.... You
really, are!... [To the orderly] Take the samovar in there.... [Teasing]
Expensive presents!
[The orderly goes into the dining-room with the samovar.]
ANFISA. [Enters and crosses stage] My dear, there’s a strange Colonel
come! He’s taken off his coat already. Children, he’s coming here. Irina
darling, you’ll be a nice and polite little girl, won’t you.... Should
have lunched a long time ago.... Oh, Lord.... [Exit.]
TUZENBACH. It must be Vershinin. [Enter VERSHININ] Lieutenant-Colonel
Vershinin!
VERSHININ. [To MASHA and IRINA] I have the honour to introduce myself,
my name is Vershinin. I am very glad indeed to be able to come at last.
How you’ve grown! Oh! oh!
IRINA. Please sit down. We’re very glad you’ve come.
VERSHININ. [Gaily] I am glad, very glad! But there are three sisters,
surely. I remember--three little girls. I forget your faces, but your
father, Colonel Prosorov, used to have three little girls, I remember
that perfectly, I saw them with my own eyes. How time does fly! Oh,
dear, how it flies!
TUZENBACH. Alexander Ignateyevitch comes from Moscow.
IRINA. From Moscow? Are you from Moscow?
VERSHININ. Yes, that’s so. Your father used to be in charge of a battery
there, and I was an officer in the same brigade. [To MASHA] I seem to
remember your face a little.
MASHA. I don’t remember you.
IRINA. Olga! Olga! [Shouts into the dining-room] Olga! Come along! [OLGA
enters from the dining-room] Lieutenant Colonel Vershinin comes from
Moscow, as it happens.
VERSHININ. I take it that you are Olga Sergeyevna, the eldest, and that
you are Maria... and you are Irina, the youngest....
OLGA. So you come from Moscow?
VERSHININ. Yes. I went to school in Moscow and began my service there; I
was there for a long time until at last I got my battery and moved over
here, as you see. I don’t really remember you, I only remember that
there used to be three sisters. I remember your father well; I have only
to shut my eyes to see him as he was. I used to come to your house in
Moscow....
OLGA. I used to think I remembered everybody, but...
VERSHININ. My name is Alexander Ignateyevitch.
IRINA. Alexander Ignateyevitch, you’ve come from Moscow. That is really
quite a surprise!
OLGA. We are going to live there, you see.
IRINA. We think we may be there this autumn. It’s our native town, we
were born there. In Old Basmanni Road.... [They both laugh for joy.]
MASHA. We’ve unexpectedly met a fellow countryman. [Briskly] I remember:
Do you remember, Olga, they used to speak at home of a “lovelorn Major.”
You were only a Lieutenant then, and in love with somebody, but for some
reason they always called you a Major for fun.
VERSHININ. [Laughs] That’s it... the lovelorn Major, that’s got it!
MASHA. You only wore moustaches then. You have grown older! [Through her
tears] You have grown older!
VERSHININ. Yes, when they used to call me the lovelorn Major, I was
young and in love. I’ve grown out of both now.
OLGA. But you haven’t a single white hair yet. You’re older, but you’re
not yet old.
VERSHININ. I’m forty-two, anyway. Have you been away from Moscow long?
IRINA. Eleven years. What are you crying for, Masha, you little fool....
[Crying] And I’m crying too.
MASHA. It’s all right. And where did you live?
VERSHININ. Old Basmanni Road.
OLGA. Same as we.
VERSHININ. Once I used to live in German Street. That was when the Red
Barracks were my headquarters. There’s an ugly bridge in between, where
the water rushes underneath. One gets melancholy when one is alone
there. [Pause] Here the river is so wide and fine! It’s a splendid
river!
OLGA. Yes, but it’s so cold. It’s very cold here, and the midges....
VERSHININ. What are you saying! Here you’ve got such a fine healthy
Russian climate. You’ve a forest, a river... and birches. Dear, modest
birches, I like them more than any other tree. It’s good to live here.
Only it’s odd that the railway station should be thirteen miles away....
Nobody knows why.
SOLENI. I know why. [All look at him] Because if it was near it wouldn’t
be far off, and if it’s far off, it can’t be near. [An awkward pause.]
TUZENBACH. Funny man.
OLGA. Now I know who you are. I remember.
VERSHININ. I used to know your mother.
CHEBUTIKIN. She was a good woman, rest her soul.
IRINA. Mother is buried in Moscow.
OLGA. At the Novo-Devichi Cemetery.
MASHA. Do you know, I’m beginning to forget her face. We’ll be forgotten
in just the same way.
VERSHININ. Yes, they’ll forget us. It’s our fate, it can’t be helped. A
time will come when everything that seems serious, significant, or very
important to us will be forgotten, or considered trivial. [Pause] And
the curious thing is that we can’t possibly find out what will come to
be regarded as great and important, and what will be feeble, or silly.
Didn’t the discoveries of Copernicus, or Columbus, say, seem unnecessary
and ludicrous at first, while wasn’t it thought that some rubbish
written by a fool, held all the truth? And it may so happen that our
present existence, with which we are so satisfied, will in time appear
strange, inconvenient, stupid, unclean, perhaps even sinful....
TUZENBACH. Who knows? But on the other hand, they may call our life
noble and honour its memory. We’ve abolished torture and capital
punishment, we live in security, but how much suffering there is still!
SOLENI. [In a feeble voice] There, there.... The Baron will go without
his dinner if you only let him talk philosophy.
TUZENBACH. Vassili Vassilevitch, kindly leave me alone. [Changes his
chair] You’re very dull, you know.
SOLENI. [Feebly] There, there, there.
TUZENBACH. [To VERSHININ] The sufferings we see to-day--there are so
many of them!--still indicate a certain moral improvement in society.
VERSHININ. Yes, yes, of course.
CHEBUTIKIN. You said just now, Baron, that they may call our life noble;
but we are very petty.... [Stands up] See how little I am. [Violin
played behind.]
MASHA. That’s Andrey playing--our brother.
IRINA. He’s the learned member of the family. I expect he will be a
professor some day. Father was a soldier, but his son chose an academic
career for himself.
MASHA. That was father’s wish.
OLGA. We ragged him to-day. We think he’s a little in love.
IRINA. To a local lady. She will probably come here to-day.
MASHA. You should see the way she dresses! Quite prettily, quite
fashionably too, but so badly! Some queer bright yellow skirt with a
wretched little fringe and a red bodice. And such a complexion! Andrey
isn’t in love. After all he has taste, he’s simply making fun of us. I
heard yesterday that she was going to marry Protopopov, the chairman
of the Local Council. That would do her nicely.... [At the side door]
Andrey, come here! Just for a minute, dear! [Enter ANDREY.]
OLGA. My brother, Andrey Sergeyevitch.
VERSHININ. My name is Vershinin.
ANDREY. Mine is Prosorov. [Wipes his perspiring hands] You’ve come to
take charge of the battery?
OLGA. Just think, Alexander Ignateyevitch comes from Moscow.
ANDREY. That’s all right. Now my little sisters won’t give you any rest.
VERSHININ. I’ve already managed to bore your sisters.
IRINA. Just look what a nice little photograph frame Andrey gave me
to-day. [Shows it] He made it himself.
VERSHININ. [Looks at the frame and does not know what to say] Yes....
It’s a thing that...
IRINA. And he made that frame there, on the piano as well. [Andrey waves
his hand and walks away.]
OLGA. He’s got a degree, and plays the violin, and cuts all sorts of
things out of wood, and is really a domestic Admirable Crichton. Don’t
go away, Andrey! He’s got into a habit of always going away. Come here!
[MASHA and IRINA take his arms and laughingly lead him back.]
MASHA. Come on, come on!
ANDREY. Please leave me alone.
MASHA. You are funny. Alexander Ignateyevitch used to be called the
lovelorn Major, but he never minded.
VERSHININ. Not the least.
MASHA. I’d like to call you the lovelorn fiddler!
IRINA. Or the lovelorn professor!
OLGA. He’s in love! little Andrey is in love!
IRINA. [Applauds] Bravo, Bravo! Encore! Little Andrey is in love.
CHEBUTIKIN. [Goes up behind ANDREY and takes him round the waist with
both arms] Nature only brought us into the world that we should love!
[Roars with laughter, then sits down and reads a newspaper which he
takes out of his pocket.]
ANDREY. That’s enough, quite enough.... [Wipes his face] I couldn’t
sleep all night and now I can’t quite find my feet, so to speak. I read
until four o’clock, then tried to sleep, but nothing happened. I thought
about one thing and another, and then it dawned and the sun crawled into
my bedroom. This summer, while I’m here, I want to translate a book from
the English....
VERSHININ. Do you read English?
ANDREY. Yes father, rest his soul, educated us almost violently. It may
seem funny and silly, but it’s nevertheless true, that after his death
I began to fill out and get rounder, as if my body had had some great
pressure taken off it. Thanks to father, my sisters and I know French,
German, and English, and Irina knows Italian as well. But we paid dearly
for it all!
MASHA. A knowledge of three languages is an unnecessary luxury in this
town. It isn’t even a luxury but a sort of useless extra, like a sixth
finger. We know a lot too much.
VERSHININ. Well, I say! [Laughs] You know a lot too much! I don’t think
there can really be a town so dull and stupid as to have no place for
a clever, cultured person. Let us suppose even that among the hundred
thousand inhabitants of this backward and uneducated town, there are
only three persons like yourself. It stands to reason that you won’t be
able to conquer that dark mob around you; little by little as you grow
older you will be bound to give way and lose yourselves in this crowd of
a hundred thousand human beings; their life will suck you up in itself,
but still, you won’t disappear having influenced nobody; later on,
others like you will come, perhaps six of them, then twelve, and so on,
until at last your sort will be in the majority. In two or three hundred
years’ time life on this earth will be unimaginably beautiful and
wonderful. Mankind needs such a life, and if it is not ours to-day then
we must look ahead for it, wait, think, prepare for it. We must see and
know more than our fathers and grandfathers saw and knew. [Laughs] And
you complain that you know too much.
MASHA. [Takes off her hat] I’ll stay to lunch.
IRINA. [Sighs] Yes, all that ought to be written down.
[ANDREY has gone out quietly.]
TUZENBACH. You say that many years later on, life on this earth will
be beautiful and wonderful. That’s true. But to share in it now, even
though at a distance, we must prepare by work....
VERSHININ. [Gets up] Yes. What a lot of flowers you have. [Looks round]
It’s a beautiful flat. I envy you! I’ve spent my whole life in rooms
with two chairs, one sofa, and fires which always smoke. I’ve never had
flowers like these in my life.... [Rubs his hands] Well, well!
TUZENBACH. Yes, we must work. You are probably thinking to yourself:
the German lets himself go. But I assure you I’m a Russian, I can’t even
speak German. My father belonged to the Orthodox Church.... [Pause.]
VERSHININ. [Walks about the stage] I often wonder: suppose we could
begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? Suppose we could use
one life, already ended, as a sort of rough draft for another? I think
that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat
himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he
would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light... I have
a wife and two daughters, my wife’s health is delicate and so on and so
on, and if I had to begin life all over again I would not marry.... No,
no!
[Enter KULIGIN in a regulation jacket.]
KULIGIN. [Going up to IRINA] Dear sister, allow me to congratulate you
on the day sacred to your good angel and to wish you, sincerely and from
the bottom of my heart, good health and all that one can wish for a girl
of your years. And then let me offer you this book as a present. [Gives
it to her] It is the history of our High School during the last fifty
years, written by myself. The book is worthless, and written because I
had nothing to do, but read it all the same. Good day, gentlemen! [To
VERSHININ] My name is Kuligin, I am a master of the local High School.
[Note: He adds that he is a Nadvorny Sovetnik (almost the same as
a German Hofrat), an undistinguished civilian title with no English
equivalent.] [To IRINA] In this book you will find a list of all those
who have taken the full course at our High School during these fifty
years. Feci quod potui, faciant meliora potentes. [Kisses MASHA.]
IRINA. But you gave me one of these at Easter.
KULIGIN. [Laughs] I couldn’t have, surely! You’d better give it back
to me in that case, or else give it to the Colonel. Take it, Colonel.
You’ll read it some day when you’re bored.
VERSHININ. Thank you. [Prepares to go] I am extremely happy to have made
the acquaintance of...
OLGA. Must you go? No, not yet?
IRINA. You’ll stop and have lunch with us. Please do.
OLGA. Yes, please!
VERSHININ. [Bows] I seem to have dropped in on your name-day. Forgive
me, I didn’t know, and I didn’t offer you my congratulations. [Goes with
OLGA into the dining-room.]
KULIGIN. To-day is Sunday, the day of rest, so let us rest and rejoice,
each in a manner compatible with his age and disposition. The carpets
will have to be taken up for the summer and put away till the winter...
Persian powder or naphthaline.... The Romans were healthy because they
knew both how to work and how to rest, they had mens sana in corpore
sano. Their life ran along certain recognized patterns. Our director
says: “The chief thing about each life is its pattern. Whoever loses
his pattern is lost himself”--and it’s just the same in our daily life.
[Takes MASHA by the waist, laughing] Masha loves me. My wife loves me.
And you ought to put the window curtains away with the carpets.... I’m
feeling awfully pleased with life to-day. Masha, we’ve got to be at the
director’s at four. They’re getting up a walk for the pedagogues and
their families.
MASHA. I shan’t go.
KULIGIN. [Hurt] My dear Masha, why not?
MASHA. I’ll tell you later.... [Angrily] All right, I’ll go, only please
stand back.... [Steps away.]
KULIGIN. And then we’re to spend the evening at the director’s. In spite
of his ill-health that man tries, above everything else, to be sociable.
A splendid, illuminating personality. A wonderful man. After yesterday’s
committee he said to me: “I’m tired, Feodor Ilitch, I’m tired!” [Looks
at the clock, then at his watch] Your clock is seven minutes fast.
“Yes,” he said, “I’m tired.” [Violin played off.]
OLGA. Let’s go and have lunch! There’s to be a masterpiece of baking!
KULIGIN. Oh my dear Olga, my dear. Yesterday I was working till eleven
o’clock at night, and got awfully tired. To-day I’m quite happy. [Goes
into dining-room] My dear...
CHEBUTIKIN. [Puts his paper into his pocket, and combs his beard] A pie?
Splendid!
MASHA. [Severely to CHEBUTIKIN] Only mind; you’re not to drink anything
to-day. Do you hear? It’s bad for you.
CHEBUTIKIN. Oh, that’s all right. I haven’t been drunk for two years.
And it’s all the same, anyway!
MASHA. You’re not to dare to drink, all the same. [Angrily, but so that
her husband should not hear] Another dull evening at the Director’s,
confound it!
TUZENBACH. I shouldn’t go if I were you.... It’s quite simple.
CHEBUTIKIN. Don’t go.
MASHA. Yes, “don’t go....” It’s a cursed, unbearable life.... [Goes into
dining-room.]
CHEBUTIKIN. [Follows her] It’s not so bad.
SOLENI. [Going into the dining-room] There, there, there....
TUZENBACH. Vassili Vassilevitch, that’s enough. Be quiet!
SOLENI. There, there, there....
KULIGIN. [Gaily] Your health, Colonel! I’m a pedagogue and not quite at
home here. I’m Masha’s husband.... She’s a good sort, a very good sort.
VERSHININ. I’ll have some of this black vodka.... [Drinks] Your health!
[To OLGA] I’m very comfortable here!
[Only IRINA and TUZENBACH are now left in the sitting-room.]
IRINA. Masha’s out of sorts to-day. She married when she was eighteen,
when he seemed to her the wisest of men. And now it’s different. He’s
the kindest man, but not the wisest.
OLGA. [Impatiently] Andrey, when are you coming?
ANDREY. [Off] One minute. [Enters and goes to the table.]
TUZENBACH. What are you thinking about?
IRINA. I don’t like this Soleni of yours and I’m afraid of him. He only
says silly things.
TUZENBACH. He’s a queer man. I’m sorry for him, though he vexes me. I
think he’s shy. When there are just the two of us he’s quite all right
and very good company; when other people are about he’s rough and
hectoring. Don’t let’s go in, let them have their meal without us. Let
me stay with you. What are you thinking of? [Pause] You’re twenty. I’m
not yet thirty. How many years are there left to us, with their long,
long lines of days, filled with my love for you....
IRINA. Nicolai Lvovitch, don’t speak to me of love.
TUZENBACH. [Does not hear] I’ve a great thirst for life, struggle, and
work, and this thirst has united with my love for you, Irina, and you’re
so beautiful, and life seems so beautiful to me! What are you thinking
about?
IRINA. You say that life is beautiful. Yes, if only it seems so! The
life of us three hasn’t been beautiful yet; it has been stifling us as
if it was weeds... I’m crying. I oughtn’t.... [Dries her tears, smiles]
We must work, work. That is why we are unhappy and look at the world so
sadly; we don’t know what work is. Our parents despised work....
[Enter NATALIA IVANOVA; she wears a pink dress and a green sash.]
NATASHA. They’re already at lunch... I’m late... [Carefully examines
herself in a mirror, and puts herself straight] I think my hair’s done
all right.... [Sees IRINA] Dear Irina Sergeyevna, I congratulate you!
[Kisses her firmly and at length] You’ve so many visitors, I’m really
ashamed.... How do you do, Baron!
OLGA. [Enters from dining-room] Here’s Natalia Ivanovna. How are you,
dear! [They kiss.]
NATASHA. Happy returns. I’m awfully shy, you’ve so many people here.
OLGA. All our friends. [Frightened, in an undertone] You’re wearing a
green sash! My dear, you shouldn’t!
NATASHA. Is it a sign of anything?
OLGA. No, it simply doesn’t go well... and it looks so queer.
NATASHA. [In a tearful voice] Yes? But it isn’t really green, it’s too
dull for that. [Goes into dining-room with OLGA.]
[They have all sat down to lunch in the dining-room, the sitting-room is
empty.]
KULIGIN. I wish you a nice fiancée, Irina. It’s quite time you married.
CHEBUTIKIN. Natalia Ivanovna, I wish you the same.
KULIGIN. Natalia Ivanovna has a fiancé already.
MASHA. [Raps with her fork on a plate] Let’s all get drunk and make life
purple for once!
KULIGIN. You’ve lost three good conduct marks.
VERSHININ. This is a nice drink. What’s it made of?
SOLENI. Blackbeetles.
IRINA. [Tearfully] Phoo! How disgusting!
OLGA. There is to be a roast turkey and a sweet apple pie for dinner.
Thank goodness I can spend all day and the evening at home. You’ll come
in the evening, ladies and gentlemen....
VERSHININ. And please may I come in the evening!
IRINA. Please do.
NATASHA. They don’t stand on ceremony here.
CHEBUTIKIN. Nature only brought us into the world that we should love!
[Laughs.]
ANDREY. [Angrily] Please don’t! Aren’t you tired of it?
[Enter FEDOTIK and RODE with a large basket of flowers.]
FEDOTIK. They’re lunching already.
RODE. [Loudly and thickly] Lunching? Yes, so they are....
FEDOTIK. Wait a minute! [Takes a photograph] That’s one. No, just a
moment.... [Takes another] That’s two. Now we’re ready!
[They take the basket and go into the dining-room, where they have a
noisy reception.]
RODE. [Loudly] Congratulations and best wishes! Lovely weather to-day,
simply perfect. Was out walking with the High School students all the
morning. I take their drills.
FEDOTIK. You may move, Irina Sergeyevna! [Takes a photograph] You
look well to-day. [Takes a humming-top out of his pocket] Here’s a
humming-top, by the way. It’s got a lovely note!
IRINA. How awfully nice!
MASHA.
“There stands a green oak by the sea,
And a chain of bright gold is around it...
And a chain of bright gold is around it...”
[Tearfully] What am I saying that for? I’ve had those words running in
my head all day....
KULIGIN. There are thirteen at table!
RODE. [Aloud] Surely you don’t believe in that superstition? [Laughter.]
KULIGIN. If there are thirteen at table then it means there are lovers
present. It isn’t you, Ivan Romanovitch, hang it all.... [Laughter.]
CHEBUTIKIN. I’m a hardened sinner, but I really don’t see why Natalia
Ivanovna should blush....
[Loud laughter; NATASHA runs out into the sitting-room, followed by
ANDREY.]
ANDREY. Don’t pay any attention to them! Wait... do stop, please....
NATASHA. I’m shy... I don’t know what’s the matter with me and they’re
all laughing at me. It wasn’t nice of me to leave the table like that,
but I can’t... I can’t. [Covers her face with her hands.]
ANDREY. My dear, I beg you. I implore you not to excite yourself. I
assure you they’re only joking, they’re kind people. My dear, good girl,
they’re all kind and sincere people, and they like both you and me. Come
here to the window, they can’t see us here.... [Looks round.]
NATASHA. I’m so unaccustomed to meeting people!
ANDREY. Oh your youth, your splendid, beautiful youth! My darling, don’t
be so excited! Believe me, believe me... I’m so happy, my soul is full
of love, of ecstasy.... They don’t see us! They can’t! Why, why or when
did I fall in love with you--Oh, I can’t understand anything. My dear,
my pure darling, be my wife! I love you, love you... as never before....
[They kiss.]
[Two officers come in and, seeing the lovers kiss, stop in
astonishment.]
Curtain.
ACT II
[Scene as before. It is 8 p.m. Somebody is heard playing a concertina
outside in’ the street. There is no fire. NATALIA IVANOVNA enters in
indoor dress carrying a candle; she stops by the door which leads into
ANDREY’S room.]
NATASHA. What are you doing, Andrey? Are you reading? It’s nothing, only
I.... [She opens another door, and looks in, then closes it] Isn’t there
any fire....
ANDREY. [Enters with book in hand] What are you doing, Natasha?
NATASHA. I was looking to see if there wasn’t a fire. It’s Shrovetide,
and the servant is simply beside herself; I must look out that something
doesn’t happen. When I came through the dining-room yesterday midnight,
there was a candle burning. I couldn’t get her to tell me who had
lighted it. [Puts down her candle] What’s the time?
ANDREY. [Looks at his watch] A quarter past eight.
NATASHA. And Olga and Irina aren’t in yet. The poor things are still at
work. Olga at the teacher’s council, Irina at the telegraph office....
[Sighs] I said to your sister this morning, “Irina, darling, you must
take care of yourself.” But she pays no attention. Did you say it was a
quarter past eight? I am afraid little Bobby is quite ill. Why is he so
cold? He was feverish yesterday, but to-day he is quite cold... I am so
frightened!
ANDREY. It’s all right, Natasha. The boy is well.
NATASHA. Still, I think we ought to put him on a diet. I am so afraid.
And the entertainers were to be here after nine; they had better not
come, Audrey.
ANDREY. I don’t know. After all, they were asked.
NATASHA. This morning, when the little boy woke up and saw me he
suddenly smiled; that means he knew me. “Good morning, Bobby!” I said,
“good morning, darling.” And he laughed. Children understand, they
understand very well. So I’ll tell them, Andrey dear, not to receive the
entertainers.
ANDREY. [Hesitatingly] But what about my sisters. This is their flat.
NATASHA. They’ll do as I want them. They are so kind.... [Going] I
ordered sour milk for supper. The doctor says you must eat sour milk
and nothing else, or you won’t get thin. [Stops] Bobby is so cold. I’m
afraid his room is too cold for him. It would be nice to put him into
another room till the warm weather comes. Irina’s room, for instance,
is just right for a child: it’s dry and has the sun all day. I must tell
her, she can share Olga’s room. It isn’t as if she was at home in the
daytime, she only sleeps here.... [A pause] Andrey, darling, why are you
so silent?
ANDREY. I was just thinking.... There is really nothing to say....
NATASHA. Yes... there was something I wanted to tell you.... Oh, yes.
Ferapont has come from the Council offices, he wants to see you.
ANDREY. [Yawns] Call him here.
[NATASHA goes out; ANDREY reads his book, stooping over the candle she
has left behind. FERAPONT enters; he wears a tattered old coat with the
collar up. His ears are muffled.]
ANDREY. Good morning, grandfather. What have you to say?
FERAPONT. The Chairman sends a book and some documents or other.
Here.... [Hands him a book and a packet.]
ANDREY. Thank you. It’s all right. Why couldn’t you come earlier? It’s
past eight now.
FERAPONT. What?
ANDREY. [Louder]. I say you’ve come late, it’s past eight.
FERAPONT. Yes, yes. I came when it was still light, but they wouldn’t
let me in. They said you were busy. Well, what was I to do. If you’re
busy, you’re busy, and I’m in no hurry. [He thinks that ANDREY is asking
him something] What?
ANDREY. Nothing. [Looks through the book] To-morrow’s Friday. I’m not
supposed to go to work, but I’ll come--all the same... and do some
work. It’s dull at home. [Pause] Oh, my dear old man, how strangely life
changes, and how it deceives! To-day, out of sheer boredom, I took up
this book--old university lectures, and I couldn’t help laughing. My
God, I’m secretary of the local district council, the council which has
Protopopov for its chairman, yes, I’m the secretary, and the summit of
my ambitions is--to become a member of the council! I to be a member
of the local district council, I, who dream every night that I’m a
professor of Moscow University, a famous scholar of whom all Russia is
proud!
FERAPONT. I can’t tell... I’m hard of hearing....
ANDREY. If you weren’t, I don’t suppose I should talk to you. I’ve got
to talk to somebody, and my wife doesn’t understand me, and I’m a bit
afraid of my sisters--I don’t know why unless it is that they may
make fun of me and make me feel ashamed... I don’t drink, I don’t like
public-houses, but how I should like to be sitting just now in Tyestov’s
place in Moscow, or at the Great Moscow, old fellow!
FERAPONT. Moscow? That’s where a contractor was once telling that some
merchants or other were eating pancakes; one ate forty pancakes and he
went and died, he was saying. Either forty or fifty, I forget which.
ANDREY. In Moscow you can sit in an enormous restaurant where you don’t
know anybody and where nobody knows you, and you don’t feel all the same
that you’re a stranger. And here you know everybody and everybody knows
you, and you’re a stranger... and a lonely stranger.
FERAPONT. What? And the same contractor was telling--perhaps he was
lying--that there was a cable stretching right across Moscow.
ANDREY. What for?
FERAPONT. I can’t tell. The contractor said so.
ANDREY. Rubbish. [He reads] Were you ever in Moscow?
FERAPONT. [After a pause] No. God did not lead me there. [Pause] Shall I
go?
ANDREY. You may go. Good-bye. [FERAPONT goes] Good-bye. [Reads] You can
come to-morrow and fetch these documents.... Go along.... [Pause] He’s
gone. [A ring] Yes, yes.... [Stretches himself and slowly goes into his
own room.]
[Behind the scene the nurse is singing a lullaby to the child. MASHA and
VERSHININ come in. While they talk, a maidservant lights candles and a
lamp.]
MASHA. I don’t know. [Pause] I don’t know. Of course, habit counts for
a great deal. After father’s death, for instance, it took us a long time
to get used to the absence of orderlies. But, apart from habit, it seems
to me in all fairness that, however it may be in other towns, the best
and most-educated people are army men.
VERSHININ. I’m thirsty. I should like some tea.
MASHA. [Glancing at her watch] They’ll bring some soon. I was given in
marriage when I was eighteen, and I was afraid of my husband because
he was a teacher and I’d only just left school. He then seemed to me
frightfully wise and learned and important. And now, unfortunately, that
has changed.
VERSHININ. Yes... yes.
MASHA. I don’t speak of my husband, I’ve grown used to him, but
civilians in general are so often coarse, impolite, uneducated. Their
rudeness offends me, it angers me. I suffer when I see that a man isn’t
quite sufficiently refined, or delicate, or polite. I simply suffer
agonies when I happen to be among schoolmasters, my husband’s
colleagues.
VERSHININ. Yes.... It seems to me that civilians and army men are
equally interesting, in this town, at any rate. It’s all the same! If
you listen to a member of the local intelligentsia, whether to civilian
or military, he will tell you that he’s sick of his wife, sick of
his house, sick of his estate, sick of his horses.... We Russians are
extremely gifted in the direction of thinking on an exalted plane, but,
tell me, why do we aim so low in real life? Why?
MASHA. Why?
VERSHININ. Why is a Russian sick of his children, sick of his wife? And
why are his wife and children sick of him?
MASHA. You’re a little downhearted to-day.
VERSHININ. Perhaps I am. I haven’t had any dinner, I’ve had nothing
since the morning. My daughter is a little unwell, and when my girls are
ill, I get very anxious and my conscience tortures me because they
have such a mother. Oh, if you had seen her to-day! What a trivial
personality! We began quarrelling at seven in the morning and at nine
I slammed the door and went out. [Pause] I never speak of her, it’s
strange that I bear my complaints to you alone. [Kisses her hand] Don’t
be angry with me. I haven’t anybody but you, nobody at all.... [Pause.]
MASHA. What a noise in the oven. Just before father’s death there was a
noise in the pipe, just like that.
VERSHININ. Are you superstitious?
MASHA. Yes.
VERSHININ. That’s strange. [Kisses her hand] You are a splendid,
wonderful woman. Splendid, wonderful! It is dark here, but I see your
sparkling eyes.
MASHA. [Sits on another chair] There is more light here.
VERSHININ. I love you, love you, love you... I love your eyes, your
movements, I dream of them.... Splendid, wonderful woman!
MASHA. [Laughing] When you talk to me like that, I laugh; I don’t know
why, for I’m afraid. Don’t repeat it, please.... [In an undertone] No,
go on, it’s all the same to me.... [Covers her face with her hands]
Somebody’s coming, let’s talk about something else.
[IRINA and TUZENBACH come in through the dining-room.]
TUZENBACH. My surname is really triple. I am called Baron
Tuzenbach-Krone-Altschauer, but I am Russian and Orthodox, the same as
you. There is very little German left in me, unless perhaps it is the
patience and the obstinacy with which I bore you. I see you home every
night.
IRINA. How tired I am!
TUZENBACH. And I’ll come to the telegraph office to see you home every
day for ten or twenty years, until you drive me away. [He sees MASHA and
VERSHININ; joyfully] Is that you? How do you do.
IRINA. Well, I am home at last. [To MASHA] A lady came to-day to
telegraph to her brother in Saratov that her son died to-day, and she
couldn’t remember the address anyhow. So she sent the telegram without
an address, just to Saratov. She was crying. And for some reason or
other I was rude to her. “I’ve no time,” I said. It was so stupid. Are
the entertainers coming to-night?
MASHA. Yes.
IRINA. [Sitting down in an armchair] I want a rest. I am tired.
TUZENBACH. [Smiling] When you come home from your work you seem so
young, and so unfortunate.... [Pause.]
IRINA. I am tired. No, I don’t like the telegraph office, I don’t like
it.
MASHA. You’ve grown thinner.... [Whistles a little] And you look
younger, and your face has become like a boy’s.
TUZENBACH. That’s the way she does her hair.
IRINA. I must find another job, this one won’t do for me. What I wanted,
what I hoped to get, just that is lacking here. Labour without poetry,
without ideas.... [A knock on the floor] The doctor is knocking. [To
TUZENBACH] Will you knock, dear. I can’t... I’m tired.... [TUZENBACH
knocks] He’ll come in a minute. Something ought to be done. Yesterday
the doctor and Andrey played cards at the club and lost money. Andrey
seems to have lost 200 roubles.
MASHA. [With indifference] What can we do now?
IRINA. He lost money a fortnight ago, he lost money in December. Perhaps
if he lost everything we should go away from this town. Oh, my God, I
dream of Moscow every night. I’m just like a lunatic. [Laughs] We go
there in June, and before June there’s still... February, March, April,
May... nearly half a year!
MASHA. Only Natasha mustn’t get to know of these losses.
IRINA. I expect it will be all the same to her.
[CHEBUTIKIN, who has only just got out of bed--he was resting after
dinner--comes into the dining-room and combs his beard. He then sits by
the table and takes a newspaper from his pocket.]
MASHA. Here he is.... Has he paid his rent?
IRINA. [Laughs] No. He’s been here eight months and hasn’t paid a
copeck. Seems to have forgotten.
MASHA. [Laughs] What dignity in his pose! [They all laugh. A pause.]
IRINA. Why are you so silent, Alexander Ignateyevitch?
VERSHININ. I don’t know. I want some tea. Half my life for a tumbler of
tea: I haven’t had anything since morning.
CHEBUTIKIN. Irina Sergeyevna!
IRINA. What is it?
CHEBUTIKIN. Please come here, Venez ici. [IRINA goes and sits by the
table] I can’t do without you. [IRINA begins to play patience.]
VERSHININ. Well, if we can’t have any tea, let’s philosophize, at any
rate.
TUZENBACH. Yes, let’s. About what?
VERSHININ. About what? Let us meditate... about life as it will be after
our time; for example, in two or three hundred years.
TUZENBACH. Well? After our time people will fly about in balloons, the
cut of one’s coat will change, perhaps they’ll discover a sixth sense
and develop it, but life will remain the same, laborious, mysterious,
and happy. And in a thousand years’ time, people will still be sighing:
“Life is hard!”--and at the same time they’ll be just as afraid of
death, and unwilling to meet it, as we are.
VERSHININ. [Thoughtfully] How can I put it? It seems to me that
everything on earth must change, little by little, and is already
changing under our very eyes. After two or three hundred years, after
a thousand--the actual time doesn’t matter--a new and happy age will
begin. We, of course, shall not take part in it, but we live and work
and even suffer to-day that it should come. We create it--and in that
one object is our destiny and, if you like, our happiness.
[MASHA laughs softly.]
TUZENBACH. What is it?
MASHA. I don’t know. I’ve been laughing all day, ever since morning.
VERSHININ. I finished my education at the same point as you, I have not
studied at universities; I read a lot, but I cannot choose my books and
perhaps what I read is not at all what I should, but the longer I love,
the more I want to know. My hair is turning white, I am nearly an old
man now, but I know so little, oh, so little! But I think I know the
things that matter most, and that are most real. I know them well. And I
wish I could make you understand that there is no happiness for us,
that there should not and cannot be.... We must only work and work, and
happiness is only for our distant posterity. [Pause] If not for me, then
for the descendants of my descendants.
[FEDOTIK and RODE come into the dining-room; they sit and sing softly,
strumming on a guitar.]
TUZENBACH. According to you, one should not even think about happiness!
But suppose I am happy!
VERSHININ. No.
TUZENBACH. [Moves his hands and laughs] We do not seem to understand
each other. How can I convince you? [MASHA laughs quietly, TUZENBACH
continues, pointing at her] Yes, laugh! [To VERSHININ] Not only after
two or three centuries, but in a million years, life will still be as it
was; life does not change, it remains for ever, following its own laws
which do not concern us, or which, at any rate, you will never find out.
Migrant birds, cranes for example, fly and fly, and whatever thoughts,
high or low, enter their heads, they will still fly and not know why or
where. They fly and will continue to fly, whatever philosophers come to
life among them; they may philosophize as much as they like, only they
will fly....
MASHA. Still, is there a meaning?
TUZENBACH. A meaning.... Now the snow is falling. What meaning? [Pause.]
MASHA. It seems to me that a man must have faith, or must search for a
faith, or his life will be empty, empty.... To live and not to know why
the cranes fly, why babies are born, why there are stars in the sky....
Either you must know why you live, or everything is trivial, not worth a
straw. [A pause.]
VERSHININ. Still, I am sorry that my youth has gone.
MASHA. Gogol says: life in this world is a dull matter, my masters!
TUZENBACH. And I say it’s difficult to argue with you, my masters! Hang
it all.
CHEBUTIKIN. [Reading] Balzac was married at Berdichev. [IRINA is singing
softly] That’s worth making a note of. [He makes a note] Balzac was
married at Berdichev. [Goes on reading.]
IRINA. [Laying out cards, thoughtfully] Balzac was married at Berdichev.
TUZENBACH. The die is cast. I’ve handed in my resignation, Maria
Sergeyevna.
MASHA. So I heard. I don’t see what good it is; I don’t like civilians.
TUZENBACH. Never mind.... [Gets up] I’m not handsome; what use am I as a
soldier? Well, it makes no difference... I shall work. If only just once
in my life I could work so that I could come home in the evening,
fall exhausted on my bed, and go to sleep at once. [Going into the
dining-room] Workmen, I suppose, do sleep soundly!
FEDOTIK. [To IRINA] I bought some coloured pencils for you at Pizhikov’s
in the Moscow Road, just now. And here is a little knife.
IRINA. You have got into the habit of behaving to me as if I am a little
girl, but I am grown up. [Takes the pencils and the knife, then, with
joy] How lovely!
FEDOTIK. And I bought myself a knife... look at it... one blade,
another, a third, an ear-scoop, scissors, nail-cleaners.
RODE. [Loudly] Doctor, how old are you?
CHEBUTIKIN. I? Thirty-two. [Laughter]
FEDOTIK. I’ll show you another kind of patience.... [Lays out cards.]
[A samovar is brought in; ANFISA attends to it; a little later NATASHA
enters and helps by the table; SOLENI arrives and, after greetings, sits
by the table.]
VERSHININ. What a wind!
MASHA. Yes. I’m tired of winter. I’ve already forgotten what summer’s
like.
IRINA. It’s coming out, I see. We’re going to Moscow.
FEDOTIK. No, it won’t come out. Look, the eight was on the two of
spades. [Laughs] That means you won’t go to Moscow.
CHEBUTIKIN. [Reading paper] Tsitsigar. Smallpox is raging here.
ANFISA. [Coming up to MASHA] Masha, have some tea, little mother. [To
VERSHININ] Please have some, sir... excuse me, but I’ve forgotten your
name....
MASHA. Bring some here, nurse. I shan’t go over there.
IRINA. Nurse!
ANFISA. Coming, coming!
NATASHA. [To SOLENI] Children at the breast understand perfectly. I said
“Good morning, Bobby; good morning, dear!” And he looked at me in quite
an unusual way. You think it’s only the mother in me that is speaking; I
assure you that isn’t so! He’s a wonderful child.
SOLENI. If he was my child I’d roast him on a frying-pan and eat him.
[Takes his tumbler into the drawing-room and sits in a corner.]
NATASHA. [Covers her face in her hands] Vulgar, ill-bred man!
MASHA. He’s lucky who doesn’t notice whether it’s winter now, or summer.
I think that if I were in Moscow, I shouldn’t mind about the weather.
VERSHININ. A few days ago I was reading the prison diary of a French
minister. He had been sentenced on account of the Panama scandal. With
what joy, what delight, he speaks of the birds he saw through the prison
windows, which he had never noticed while he was a minister. Now, of
course, that he is at liberty, he notices birds no more than he did
before. When you go to live in Moscow you’ll not notice it, in just
the same way. There can be no happiness for us, it only exists in our
wishes.
TUZENBACH. [Takes cardboard box from the table] Where are the pastries?
IRINA. Soleni has eaten them.
TUZENBACH. All of them?
ANFISA. [Serving tea] There’s a letter for you.
VERSHININ. For me? [Takes the letter] From my daughter. [Reads] Yes, of
course... I will go quietly. Excuse me, Maria Sergeyevna. I shan’t have
any tea. [Stands up, excited] That eternal story....
MASHA. What is it? Is it a secret?
VERSHININ. [Quietly] My wife has poisoned herself again. I must go. I’ll
go out quietly. It’s all awfully unpleasant. [Kisses MASHA’S hand] My
dear, my splendid, good woman... I’ll go this way, quietly. [Exit.]
ANFISA. Where has he gone? And I’d served tea.... What a man.
MASHA. [Angrily] Be quiet! You bother so one can’t have a moment’s
peace.... [Goes to the table with her cup] I’m tired of you, old woman!
ANFISA. My dear! Why are you offended!
ANDREY’S VOICE. Anfisa!
ANFISA. [Mocking] Anfisa! He sits there and... [Exit.]
MASHA. [In the dining-room, by the table angrily] Let me sit down!
[Disturbs the cards on the table] Here you are, spreading your cards
out. Have some tea!
IRINA. You are cross, Masha.
MASHA. If I am cross, then don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me!
CHEBUTIKIN. Don’t touch her, don’t touch her....
MASHA. You’re sixty, but you’re like a boy, always up to some beastly
nonsense.
NATASHA. [Sighs] Dear Masha, why use such expressions? With your
beautiful exterior you would be simply fascinating in good society,
I tell you so directly, if it wasn’t for your words. Je vous prie,
pardonnez moi, Marie, mais vous avez des manières un peu grossières.
TUZENBACH. [Restraining his laughter] Give me... give me... there’s some
cognac, I think.
NATASHA. Il parait, que mon Bobick déjà ne dort pas, he has awakened.
He isn’t well to-day. I’ll go to him, excuse me... [Exit.]
IRINA. Where has Alexander Ignateyevitch gone?
MASHA. Home. Something extraordinary has happened to his wife again.
TUZENBACH. [Goes to SOLENI with a cognac-flask in his hands] You go on
sitting by yourself, thinking of something--goodness knows what. Come
and let’s make peace. Let’s have some cognac. [They drink] I expect I’ll
have to play the piano all night, some rubbish most likely... well, so
be it!
SOLENI. Why make peace? I haven’t quarrelled with you.
TUZENBACH. You always make me feel as if something has taken place
between us. You’ve a strange character, you must admit.
SOLENI. [Declaims] “I am strange, but who is not? Don’t be angry,
Aleko!”
TUZENBACH. And what has Aleko to do with it? [Pause.]
SOLENI. When I’m with one other man I behave just like everybody else,
but in company I’m dull and shy and... talk all manner of rubbish. But
I’m more honest and more honourable than very, very many people. And I
can prove it.
TUZENBACH. I often get angry with you, you always fasten on to me
in company, but I like you all the same. I’m going to drink my fill
to-night, whatever happens. Drink, now!
SOLENI. Let’s drink. [They drink] I never had anything against you,
Baron. But my character is like Lermontov’s [In a low voice] I even
rather resemble Lermontov, they say.... [Takes a scent-bottle from his
pocket, and scents his hands.]
TUZENBACH. I’ve sent in my resignation. Basta! I’ve been thinking about
it for five years, and at last made up my mind. I shall work.
SOLENI. [Declaims] “Do not be angry, Aleko... forget, forget, thy dreams
of yore....”
[While he is speaking ANDREY enters quietly with a book, and sits by the
table.]
TUZENBACH. I shall work.
CHEBUTIKIN. [Going with IRINA into the dining-room] And the food was
also real Caucasian onion soup, and, for a roast, some chehartma.
SOLENI. Cheremsha [Note: A variety of garlic.] isn’t meat at all, but a
plant something like an onion.
CHEBUTIKIN. No, my angel. Chehartma isn’t onion, but roast mutton.
SOLENI. And I tell you, chehartma--is a sort of onion.
CHEBUTIKIN. And I tell you, chehartma--is mutton.
SOLENI. And I tell you, cheremsha--is a sort of onion.
CHEBUTIKIN. What’s the use of arguing! You’ve never been in the
Caucasus, and never ate any chehartma.
SOLENI. I never ate it, because I hate it. It smells like garlic.
ANDREY. [Imploring] Please, please! I ask you!
TUZENBACH. When are the entertainers coming?
IRINA. They promised for about nine; that is, quite soon.
TUZENBACH. [Embraces ANDREY]
“Oh my house, my house, my new-built house.”
ANDREY. [Dances and sings] “Newly-built of maple-wood.”
CHEBUTIKIN. [Dances]
“Its walls are like a sieve!” [Laughter.]
TUZENBACH. [Kisses ANDREY] Hang it all, let’s drink. Andrey, old boy,
let’s drink with you. And I’ll go with you, Andrey, to the University of
Moscow.
SOLENI. Which one? There are two universities in Moscow.
ANDREY. There’s one university in Moscow.
SOLENI. Two, I tell you.
ANDREY. Don’t care if there are three. So much the better.
SOLENI. There are two universities in Moscow! [There are murmurs and
“hushes”] There are two universities in Moscow, the old one and the new
one. And if you don’t like to listen, if my words annoy you, then I need
not speak. I can even go into another room.... [Exit.]
TUZENBACH. Bravo, bravo! [Laughs] Come on, now. I’m going to play. Funny
man, Soleni.... [Goes to the piano and plays a waltz.]
MASHA. [Dancing solo] The Baron’s drunk, the Baron’s drunk, the Baron’s
drunk!
[NATASHA comes in.]
NATASHA. [To CHEBUTIKIN] Ivan Romanovitch!
[Says something to CHEBUTIKIN, then goes out quietly; CHEBUTIKIN touches
TUZENBACH on the shoulder and whispers something to him.]
IRINA. What is it?
CHEBUTIKIN. Time for us to go. Good-bye.
TUZENBACH. Good-night. It’s time we went.
IRINA. But, really, the entertainers?
ANDREY. [In confusion] There won’t be any entertainers. You see, dear,
Natasha says that Bobby isn’t quite well, and so.... In a word, I don’t
care, and it’s absolutely all one to me.
IRINA. [Shrugging her shoulders] Bobby ill!
MASHA. What is she thinking of! Well, if they are sent home, I suppose
they must go. [To IRINA] Bobby’s all right, it’s she herself.... Here!
[Taps her forehead] Little bourgeoise!
[ANDREY goes to his room through the right-hand door, CHEBUTIKIN follows
him. In the dining-room they are saying good-bye.]
FEDOTIK. What a shame! I was expecting to spend the evening here, but of
course, if the little baby is ill... I’ll bring him some toys to-morrow.
RODE. [Loudly] I slept late after dinner to-day because I thought I was
going to dance all night. It’s only nine o’clock now!
MASHA. Let’s go into the street, we can talk there. Then we can settle
things.
(Good-byes and good nights are heard. TUZENBACH’S merry laughter is
heard. [All go out] ANFISA and the maid clear the table, and put out
the lights. [The nurse sings] ANDREY, wearing an overcoat and a hat, and
CHEBUTIKIN enter silently.)
CHEBUTIKIN. I never managed to get married because my life flashed by
like lightning, and because I was madly in love with your mother, who
was married.
ANDREY. One shouldn’t marry. One shouldn’t, because it’s dull.
CHEBUTIKIN. So there I am, in my loneliness. Say what you will,
loneliness is a terrible thing, old fellow.... Though really... of
course, it absolutely doesn’t matter!
ANDREY. Let’s be quicker.
CHEBUTIKIN. What are you in such a hurry for? We shall be in time.
ANDREY. I’m afraid my wife may stop me.
CHEBUTIKIN. Ah!
ANDREY. I shan’t play to-night, I shall only sit and look on. I don’t
feel very well.... What am I to do for my asthma, Ivan Romanovitch?
CHEBUTIKIN. Don’t ask me! I don’t remember, old fellow, I don’t know.
ANDREY. Let’s go through the kitchen. [They go out.]
[A bell rings, then a second time; voices and laughter are heard.]
IRINA. [Enters] What’s that?
ANFISA. [Whispers] The entertainers! [Bell.]
IRINA. Tell them there’s nobody at home, nurse. They must excuse us.
[ANFISA goes out. IRINA walks about the room deep in thought; she is
excited. SOLENI enters.]
SOLENI. [In surprise] There’s nobody here.... Where are they all?
IRINA. They’ve gone home.
SOLENI. How strange. Are you here alone?
IRINA. Yes, alone. [A pause] Good-bye.
SOLENI. Just now I behaved tactlessly, with insufficient reserve. But
you are not like all the others, you are noble and pure, you can see
the truth.... You alone can understand me. I love you, deeply, beyond
measure, I love you.
IRINA. Good-bye! Go away.
SOLENI. I cannot live without you. [Follows her] Oh, my happiness!
[Through his tears] Oh, joy! Wonderful, marvellous, glorious eyes, such
as I have never seen before....
IRINA. [Coldly] Stop it, Vassili Vassilevitch!
SOLENI. This is the first time I speak to you of love, and it is as if
I am no longer on the earth, but on another planet. [Wipes his forehead]
Well, never mind. I can’t make you love me by force, of course... but I
don’t intend to have any more-favoured rivals.... No... I swear to you
by all the saints, I shall kill my rival.... Oh, beautiful one!
[NATASHA enters with a candle; she looks in through one door, then
through another, and goes past the door leading to her husband’s room.]
NATASHA. Here’s Andrey. Let him go on reading. Excuse me, Vassili
Vassilevitch, I did not know you were here; I am engaged in
domesticities.
SOLENI. It’s all the same to me. Good-bye! [Exit.]
NATASHA. You’re so tired, my poor dear girl! [Kisses IRINA] If you only
went to bed earlier.
IRINA. Is Bobby asleep?
NATASHA. Yes, but restlessly. By the way, dear, I wanted to tell you,
but either you weren’t at home, or I was busy... I think Bobby’s present
nursery is cold and damp. And your room would be so nice for the child.
My dear, darling girl, do change over to Olga’s for a bit!
IRINA. [Not understanding] Where?
[The bells of a troika are heard as it drives up to the house.]
NATASHA. You and Olga can share a room, for the time being, and Bobby
can have yours. He’s such a darling; to-day I said to him, “Bobby,
you’re mine! Mine!” And he looked at me with his dear little eyes.
[A bell rings] It must be Olga. How late she is! [The maid enters and
whispers to NATASHA] Protopopov? What a queer man to do such a thing.
Protopopov’s come and wants me to go for a drive with him in his troika.
[Laughs] How funny these men are.... [A bell rings] Somebody has come.
Suppose I did go and have half an hour’s drive.... [To the maid] Say
I shan’t be long. [Bell rings] Somebody’s ringing, it must be Olga.
[Exit.]
[The maid runs out; IRINA sits deep in thought; KULIGIN and OLGA enter,
followed by VERSHININ.]
KULIGIN. Well, there you are. And you said there was going to be a
party.
VERSHININ. It’s queer; I went away not long ago, half an hour ago, and
they were expecting entertainers.
IRINA. They’ve all gone.
KULIGIN. Has Masha gone too? Where has she gone? And what’s Protopopov
waiting for downstairs in his troika? Whom is he expecting?
IRINA. Don’t ask questions... I’m tired.
KULIGIN. Oh, you’re all whimsies....
OLGA. My committee meeting is only just over. I’m tired out. Our
chairwoman is ill, so I had to take her place. My head, my head is
aching.... [Sits] Andrey lost 200 roubles at cards yesterday... the
whole town is talking about it....
KULIGIN. Yes, my meeting tired me too. [Sits.]
VERSHININ. My wife took it into her head to frighten me just now by
nearly poisoning herself. It’s all right now, and I’m glad; I can rest
now.... But perhaps we ought to go away? Well, my best wishes, Feodor
Ilitch, let’s go somewhere together! I can’t, I absolutely can’t stop at
home.... Come on!
KULIGIN. I’m tired. I won’t go. [Gets up] I’m tired. Has my wife gone
home?
IRINA. I suppose so.
KULIGIN. [Kisses IRINA’S hand] Good-bye, I’m going to rest all day
to-morrow and the day after. Best wishes! [Going] I should like some
tea. I was looking forward to spending the whole evening in pleasant
company and--o, fallacem hominum spem!... Accusative case after an
interjection....
VERSHININ. Then I’ll go somewhere by myself. [Exit with KULIGIN,
whistling.]
OLGA. I’ve such a headache... Andrey has been losing money.... The whole
town is talking.... I’ll go and lie down. [Going] I’m free to-morrow....
Oh, my God, what a mercy! I’m free to-morrow, I’m free the day after....
Oh my head, my head.... [Exit.]
IRINA. [alone] They’ve all gone. Nobody’s left.
[A concertina is being played in the street. The nurse sings.]
NATASHA. [in fur coat and cap, steps across the dining-room, followed
by the maid] I’ll be back in half an hour. I’m only going for a little
drive. [Exit.]
IRINA. [Alone in her misery] To Moscow! Moscow! Moscow!
Curtain.
ACT III
[The room shared by OLGA and IRINA. Beds, screened off, on the right and
left. It is past 2 a.m. Behind the stage a fire-alarm is ringing; it has
apparently been going for some time. Nobody in the house has gone to bed
yet. MASHA is lying on a sofa dressed, as usual, in black. Enter OLGA
and ANFISA.]
ANFISA. Now they are downstairs, sitting under the stairs. I said to
them, “Won’t you come up,” I said, “You can’t go on like this,” and they
simply cried, “We don’t know where father is.” They said, “He may be
burnt up by now.” What an idea! And in the yard there are some people...
also undressed.
OLGA. [Takes a dress out of the cupboard] Take this grey dress.... And
this... and the blouse as well.... Take the skirt, too, nurse.... My
God! How awful it is! The whole of the Kirsanovsky Road seems to have
burned down. Take this... and this.... [Throws clothes into her hands]
The poor Vershinins are so frightened.... Their house was nearly burnt.
They ought to come here for the night.... They shouldn’t be allowed
to go home.... Poor Fedotik is completely burnt out, there’s nothing
left....
ANFISA. Couldn’t you call Ferapont, Olga dear. I can hardly manage....
OLGA. [Rings] They’ll never answer.... [At the door] Come here, whoever
there is! [Through the open door can be seen a window, red with flame:
afire-engine is heard passing the house] How awful this is. And how I’m
sick of it! [FERAPONT enters] Take these things down.... The Kolotilin
girls are down below... and let them have them. This, too.
FERAPONT. Yes’m. In the year twelve Moscow was burning too. Oh, my God!
The Frenchmen were surprised.
OLGA. Go on, go on....
FERAPONT. Yes’m. [Exit.]
OLGA. Nurse, dear, let them have everything. We don’t want anything.
Give it all to them, nurse.... I’m tired, I can hardly keep on my
legs.... The Vershinins mustn’t be allowed to go home.... The girls can
sleep in the drawing-room, and Alexander Ignateyevitch can go downstairs
to the Baron’s flat... Fedotik can go there, too, or else into our
dining-room.... The doctor is drunk, beastly drunk, as if on purpose,
so nobody can go to him. Vershinin’s wife, too, may go into the
drawing-room.
ANFISA. [Tired] Olga, dear girl, don’t dismiss me! Don’t dismiss me!
OLGA. You’re talking nonsense, nurse. Nobody is dismissing you.
ANFISA. [Puts OLGA’S head against her bosom] My dear, precious girl, I’m
working, I’m toiling away... I’m growing weak, and they’ll all say go
away! And where shall I go? Where? I’m eighty. Eighty-one years old....
OLGA. You sit down, nurse dear.... You’re tired, poor dear.... [Makes
her sit down] Rest, dear. You’re so pale!
[NATASHA comes in.]
NATASHA. They are saying that a committee to assist the sufferers from
the fire must be formed at once. What do you think of that? It’s a
beautiful idea. Of course the poor ought to be helped, it’s the duty of
the rich. Bobby and little Sophy are sleeping, sleeping as if nothing at
all was the matter. There’s such a lot of people here, the place is full
of them, wherever you go. There’s influenza in the town now. I’m afraid
the children may catch it.
OLGA. [Not attending] In this room we can’t see the fire, it’s quiet
here.
NATASHA. Yes... I suppose I’m all untidy. [Before the looking-glass]
They say I’m growing stout... it isn’t true! Certainly it isn’t! Masha’s
asleep; the poor thing is tired out.... [Coldly, to ANFISA] Don’t dare
to be seated in my presence! Get up! Out of this! [Exit ANFISA; a pause]
I don’t understand what makes you keep on that old woman!
OLGA. [Confusedly] Excuse me, I don’t understand either...
NATASHA. She’s no good here. She comes from the country, she ought to
live there.... Spoiling her, I call it! I like order in the house!
We don’t want any unnecessary people here. [Strokes her cheek] You’re
tired, poor thing! Our head mistress is tired! And when my little Sophie
grows up and goes to school I shall be so afraid of you.
OLGA. I shan’t be head mistress.
NATASHA. They’ll appoint you, Olga. It’s settled.
OLGA. I’ll refuse the post. I can’t... I’m not strong enough.... [Drinks
water] You were so rude to nurse just now... I’m sorry. I can’t stand
it... everything seems dark in front of me....
NATASHA. [Excited] Forgive me, Olga, forgive me... I didn’t want to
annoy you.
[MASHA gets up, takes a pillow and goes out angrily.]
OLGA. Remember, dear... we have been brought up, in an unusual way,
perhaps, but I can’t bear this. Such behaviour has a bad effect on me, I
get ill... I simply lose heart!
NATASHA. Forgive me, forgive me.... [Kisses her.]
OLGA. Even the least bit of rudeness, the slightest impoliteness, upsets
me.
NATASHA. I often say too much, it’s true, but you must agree, dear, that
she could just as well live in the country.
OLGA. She has been with us for thirty years.
NATASHA. But she can’t do any work now. Either I don’t understand, or
you don’t want to understand me. She’s no good for work, she can only
sleep or sit about.
OLGA. And let her sit about.
NATASHA. [Surprised] What do you mean? She’s only a servant. [Crying] I
don’t understand you, Olga. I’ve got a nurse, a wet-nurse, we’ve a cook,
a housemaid... what do we want that old woman for as well? What good is
she? [Fire-alarm behind the stage.]
OLGA. I’ve grown ten years older to-night.
NATASHA. We must come to an agreement, Olga. Your place is the school,
mine--the home. You devote yourself to teaching, I, to the household.
And if I talk about servants, then I do know what I am talking about; I
do know what I am talking about... And to-morrow there’s to be no more
of that old thief, that old hag... [Stamping] that witch! And don’t you
dare to annoy me! Don’t you dare! [Stopping short] Really, if you don’t
move downstairs, we shall always be quarrelling. This is awful.
[Enter KULIGIN.]
KULIGIN. Where’s Masha? It’s time we went home. The fire seems to be
going down. [Stretches himself] Only one block has burnt down, but there
was such a wind that it seemed at first the whole town was going to
burn. [Sits] I’m tired out. My dear Olga... I often think that if
it hadn’t been for Masha, I should have married you. You are awfully
nice.... I am absolutely tired out. [Listens.]
OLGA. What is it?
KULIGIN. The doctor, of course, has been drinking hard; he’s terribly
drunk. He might have done it on purpose! [Gets up] He seems to be coming
here.... Do you hear him? Yes, here.... [Laughs] What a man... really...
I’ll hide myself. [Goes to the cupboard and stands in the corner] What a
rogue.
OLGA. He hadn’t touched a drop for two years, and now he suddenly goes
and gets drunk....
[Retires with NATASHA to the back of the room. CHEBUTIKIN enters;
apparently sober, he stops, looks round, then goes to the wash-stand and
begins to wash his hands.]
CHEBUTIKIN. [Angrily] Devil take them all... take them all.... They
think I’m a doctor and can cure everything, and I know absolutely
nothing, I’ve forgotten all I ever knew, I remember nothing, absolutely
nothing. [OLGA and NATASHA go out, unnoticed by him] Devil take it. Last
Wednesday I attended a woman in Zasip--and she died, and it’s my fault
that she died. Yes... I used to know a certain amount five-and-twenty
years ago, but I don’t remember anything now. Nothing. Perhaps I’m not
really a man, and am only pretending that I’ve got arms and legs and a
head; perhaps I don’t exist at all, and only imagine that I walk, and
eat, and sleep. [Cries] Oh, if only I didn’t exist! [Stops crying;
angrily] The devil only knows.... Day before yesterday they were talking
in the club; they said, Shakespeare, Voltaire... I’d never read, never
read at all, and I put on an expression as if I had read. And so did the
others. Oh, how beastly! How petty! And then I remembered the woman
I killed on Wednesday... and I couldn’t get her out of my mind, and
everything in my mind became crooked, nasty, wretched.... So I went and
drank....
[IRINA, VERSHININ and TUZENBACH enter; TUZENBACH is wearing new and
fashionable civilian clothes.]
IRINA. Let’s sit down here. Nobody will come in here.
VERSHININ. The whole town would have been destroyed if it hadn’t been
for the soldiers. Good men! [Rubs his hands appreciatively] Splendid
people! Oh, what a fine lot!
KULIGIN. [Coming up to him] What’s the time?
TUZENBACH. It’s past three now. It’s dawning.
IRINA. They are all sitting in the dining-room, nobody is going. And
that Soleni of yours is sitting there. [To CHEBUTIKIN] Hadn’t you better
be going to sleep, doctor?
CHEBUTIKIN. It’s all right... thank you.... [Combs his beard.]
KULIGIN. [Laughs] Speaking’s a bit difficult, eh, Ivan Romanovitch!
[Pats him on the shoulder] Good man! In vino veritas, the ancients
used to say.
TUZENBACH. They keep on asking me to get up a concert in aid of the
sufferers.
IRINA. As if one could do anything....
TUZENBACH. It might be arranged, if necessary. In my opinion Maria
Sergeyevna is an excellent pianist.
KULIGIN. Yes, excellent!
IRINA. She’s forgotten everything. She hasn’t played for three years...
or four.
TUZENBACH. In this town absolutely nobody understands music, not a soul
except myself, but I do understand it, and assure you on my word of
honour that Maria Sergeyevna plays excellently, almost with genius.
KULIGIN. You are right, Baron, I’m awfully fond of Masha. She’s very
fine.
TUZENBACH. To be able to play so admirably and to realize at the same
time that nobody, nobody can understand you!
KULIGIN. [Sighs] Yes.... But will it be quite all right for her to take
part in a concert? [Pause] You see, I don’t know anything about it.
Perhaps it will even be all to the good. Although I must admit that our
Director is a good man, a very good man even, a very clever man, still
he has such views.... Of course it isn’t his business but still, if you
wish it, perhaps I’d better talk to him.
[CHEBUTIKIN takes a porcelain clock into his hands and examines it.]
VERSHININ. I got so dirty while the fire was on, I don’t look like
anybody on earth. [Pause] Yesterday I happened to hear, casually, that
they want to transfer our brigade to some distant place. Some said to
Poland, others, to Chita.
TUZENBACH. I heard so, too. Well, if it is so, the town will be quite
empty.
IRINA. And we’ll go away, too!
CHEBUTIKIN. [Drops the clock which breaks to pieces] To smithereens!
[A pause; everybody is pained and confused.]
KULIGIN. [Gathering up the pieces] To smash such a valuable object--oh,
Ivan Romanovitch, Ivan Romanovitch! A very bad mark for your
misbehaviour!
IRINA. That clock used to belong to our mother.
CHEBUTIKIN. Perhaps.... To your mother, your mother. Perhaps I didn’t
break it; it only looks as if I broke it. Perhaps we only think that
we exist, when really we don’t. I don’t know anything, nobody knows
anything. [At the door] What are you looking at? Natasha has a little
romance with Protopopov, and you don’t see it.... There you sit and see
nothing, and Natasha has a little romance with Protopovov.... [Sings]
Won’t you please accept this date.... [Exit.]
VERSHININ. Yes. [Laughs] How strange everything really is! [Pause] When
the fire broke out, I hurried off home; when I get there I see the house
is whole, uninjured, and in no danger, but my two girls are standing by
the door in just their underclothes, their mother isn’t there, the crowd
is excited, horses and dogs are running about, and the girls’ faces are
so agitated, terrified, beseeching, and I don’t know what else. My heart
was pained when I saw those faces. My God, I thought, what these girls
will have to put up with if they live long! I caught them up and ran,
and still kept on thinking the one thing: what they will have to live
through in this world! [Fire-alarm; a pause] I come here and find their
mother shouting and angry. [MASHA enters with a pillow and sits on
the sofa] And when my girls were standing by the door in just their
underclothes, and the street was red from the fire, there was a dreadful
noise, and I thought that something of the sort used to happen many
years ago when an enemy made a sudden attack, and looted, and burned....
And at the same time what a difference there really is between the
present and the past! And when a little more time has gone by, in two or
three hundred years perhaps, people will look at our present life with
just the same fear, and the same contempt, and the whole past will seem
clumsy and dull, and very uncomfortable, and strange. Oh, indeed, what a
life there will be, what a life! [Laughs] Forgive me, I’ve dropped
into philosophy again. Please let me continue. I do awfully want to
philosophize, it’s just how I feel at present. [Pause] As if they
are all asleep. As I was saying: what a life there will be! Only just
imagine.... There are only three persons like yourselves in the town
just now, but in future generations there will be more and more, and
still more, and the time will come when everything will change and
become as you would have it, people will live as you do, and then you
too will go out of date; people will be born who are better than
you.... [Laughs] Yes, to-day I am quite exceptionally in the vein. I am
devilishly keen on living.... [Sings.]
“The power of love all ages know,
From its assaults great good does grow.” [Laughs.]
MASHA. Trum-tum-tum...
VERSHININ. Tum-tum...
MASHA. Tra-ra-ra?
VERSHININ. Tra-ta-ta. [Laughs.]
[Enter FEDOTIK.]
FEDOTIK. [Dancing] I’m burnt out, I’m burnt out! Down to the ground!
[Laughter.]
IRINA. I don’t see anything funny about it. Is everything burnt?
FEDOTIK. [Laughs] Absolutely. Nothing left at all. The guitar’s burnt,
and the photographs are burnt, and all my correspondence.... And I was
going to make you a present of a note-book, and that’s burnt too.
[SOLENI comes in.]
IRINA. No, you can’t come here, Vassili Vassilevitch. Please go away.
SOLENI. Why can the Baron come here and I can’t?
VERSHININ. We really must go. How’s the fire?
SOLENI. They say it’s going down. No, I absolutely don’t see why the
Baron can, and I can’t? [Scents his hands.]
VERSHININ. Trum-tum-tum.
MASHA. Trum-tum.
VERSHININ. [Laughs to SOLENI] Let’s go into the dining-room.
SOLENI. Very well, we’ll make a note of it. “If I should try to make
this clear, the geese would be annoyed, I fear.” [Looks at TUZENBACH]
There, there, there.... [Goes out with VERSHININ and FEDOTIK.]
IRINA. How Soleni smelt of tobacco.... [In surprise] The Baron’s asleep!
Baron! Baron!
TUZENBACH. [Waking] I am tired, I must say.... The brickworks....
No, I’m not wandering, I mean it; I’m going to start work soon at the
brickworks... I’ve already talked it over. [Tenderly, to IRINA] You’re
so pale, and beautiful, and charming.... Your paleness seems to shine
through the dark air as if it was a light.... You are sad, displeased
with life.... Oh, come with me, let’s go and work together!
MASHA. Nicolai Lvovitch, go away from here.
TUZENBACH. [Laughs] Are you here? I didn’t see you. [Kisses IRINA’S
hand] good-bye, I’ll go... I look at you now and I remember, as if it
was long ago, your name-day, when you, cheerfully and merrily, were
talking about the joys of labour.... And how happy life seemed to me,
then! What has happened to it now? [Kisses her hand] There are tears in
your eyes. Go to bed now; it is already day... the morning begins.... If
only I was allowed to give my life for you!
MASHA. Nicolai Lvovitch, go away! What business...
TUZENBACH. I’m off. [Exit.]
MASHA. [Lies down] Are you asleep, Feodor?
KULIGIN. Eh?
MASHA. Shouldn’t you go home.
KULIGIN. My dear Masha, my darling Masha....
IRINA. She’s tired out. You might let her rest, Fedia.
KULIGIN. I’ll go at once. My wife’s a good, splendid... I love you, my
only one....
MASHA. [Angrily] Amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant.
KULIGIN. [Laughs] No, she really is wonderful. I’ve been your husband
seven years, and it seems as if I was only married yesterday. On
my word. No, you really are a wonderful woman. I’m satisfied, I’m
satisfied, I’m satisfied!
MASHA. I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m bored.... [Sits up] But I can’t get it
out of my head.... It’s simply disgraceful. It has been gnawing away at
me... I can’t keep silent. I mean about Andrey.... He has mortgaged this
house with the bank, and his wife has got all the money; but the house
doesn’t belong to him alone, but to the four of us! He ought to know
that, if he’s an honourable man.
KULIGIN. What’s the use, Masha? Andrey is in debt all round; well, let
him do as he pleases.
MASHA. It’s disgraceful, anyway. [Lies down]
KULIGIN. You and I are not poor. I work, take my classes, give private
lessons... I am a plain, honest man... Omnia mea mecum porto, as they
say.
MASHA. I don’t want anything, but the unfairness of it disgusts me.
[Pause] You go, Feodor.
KULIGIN. [Kisses her] You’re tired, just rest for half an hour, and I’ll
sit and wait for you. Sleep.... [Going] I’m satisfied, I’m satisfied,
I’m satisfied. [Exit.]
IRINA. Yes, really, our Andrey has grown smaller; how he’s snuffed
out and aged with that woman! He used to want to be a professor, and
yesterday he was boasting that at last he had been made a member of the
district council. He is a member, and Protopopov is chairman.... The
whole town talks and laughs about it, and he alone knows and sees
nothing.... And now everybody’s gone to look at the fire, but he sits
alone in his room and pays no attention, only just plays on his fiddle.
[Nervily] Oh, it’s awful, awful, awful. [Weeps] I can’t, I can’t bear it
any longer!... I can’t, I can’t!... [OLGA comes in and clears up at her
little table. IRINA is sobbing loudly] Throw me out, throw me out, I
can’t bear any more!
OLGA. [Alarmed] What is it, what is it? Dear!
IRINA. [Sobbing] Where? Where has everything gone? Where is it all?
Oh my God, my God! I’ve forgotten everything, everything... I don’t
remember what is the Italian for window or, well, for ceiling... I
forget everything, every day I forget it, and life passes and will never
return, and we’ll never go away to Moscow... I see that we’ll never
go....
OLGA. Dear, dear....
IRINA. [Controlling herself] Oh, I am unhappy... I can’t work, I shan’t
work. Enough, enough! I used to be a telegraphist, now I work at the
town council offices, and I have nothing but hate and contempt for all
they give me to do... I am already twenty-three, I have already been
at work for a long while, and my brain has dried up, and I’ve grown
thinner, plainer, older, and there is no relief of any sort, and time
goes and it seems all the while as if I am going away from the real, the
beautiful life, farther and farther away, down some precipice. I’m in
despair and I can’t understand how it is that I am still alive, that I
haven’t killed myself.
OLGA. Don’t cry, dear girl, don’t cry... I suffer, too.
IRINA. I’m not crying, not crying.... Enough.... Look, I’m not crying
any more. Enough... enough!
OLGA. Dear, I tell you as a sister and a friend if you want my advice,
marry the Baron. [IRINA cries softly] You respect him, you think highly
of him.... It is true that he is not handsome, but he is so honourable
and clean... people don’t marry from love, but in order to do one’s
duty. I think so, at any rate, and I’d marry without being in love.
Whoever he was, I should marry him, so long as he was a decent man. Even
if he was old....
IRINA. I was always waiting until we should be settled in Moscow, there
I should meet my true love; I used to think about him, and love him....
But it’s all turned out to be nonsense, all nonsense....
OLGA. [Embraces her sister] My dear, beautiful sister, I understand
everything; when Baron Nicolai Lvovitch left the army and came to us in
evening dress, [Note: I.e. in the correct dress for making a proposal of
marriage.] he seemed so bad-looking to me that I even started crying....
He asked, “What are you crying for?” How could I tell him! But if God
brought him to marry you, I should be happy. That would be different,
quite different.
[NATASHA with a candle walks across the stage from right to left without
saying anything.]
MASHA. [Sitting up] She walks as if she’s set something on fire.
OLGA. Masha, you’re silly, you’re the silliest of the family. Please
forgive me for saying so. [Pause.]
MASHA. I want to make a confession, dear sisters. My soul is in pain.
I will confess to you, and never again to anybody... I’ll tell you this
minute. [Softly] It’s my secret but you must know everything... I can’t
be silent.... [Pause] I love, I love... I love that man.... You saw him
only just now.... Why don’t I say it... in one word. I love Vershinin.
OLGA. [Goes behind her screen] Stop that, I don’t hear you in any case.
MASHA. What am I to do? [Takes her head in her hands] First he seemed
queer to me, then I was sorry for him... then I fell in love with
him... fell in love with his voice, his words, his misfortunes, his two
daughters.
OLGA. [Behind the screen] I’m not listening. You may talk any nonsense
you like, it will be all the same, I shan’t hear.
MASHA. Oh, Olga, you are foolish. I am in love--that means that is to be
my fate. It means that is to be my lot.... And he loves me.... It is all
awful. Yes; it isn’t good, is it? [Takes IRINA’S hand and draws her to
her] Oh, my dear.... How are we going to live through our lives, what is
to become of us.... When you read a novel it all seems so old and easy,
but when you fall in love yourself, then you learn that nobody knows
anything, and each must decide for himself.... My dear ones, my
sisters... I’ve confessed, now I shall keep silence.... Like the
lunatics in Gogol’s story, I’m going to be silent... silent...
[ANDREY enters, followed by FERAPONT.]
ANDREY. [Angrily] What do you want? I don’t understand.
FERAPONT. [At the door, impatiently] I’ve already told you ten times,
Andrey Sergeyevitch.
ANDREY. In the first place I’m not Andrey Sergeyevitch, but sir. [Note:
Quite literally, “your high honour,” to correspond to Andrey’s rank as a
civil servant.]
FERAPONT. The firemen, sir, ask if they can go across your garden to the
river. Else they go right round, right round; it’s a nuisance.
ANDREY. All right. Tell them it’s all right. [Exit FERAPONT] I’m tired
of them. Where is Olga? [OLGA comes out from behind the screen] I came
to you for the key of the cupboard. I lost my own. You’ve got a little
key. [OLGA gives him the key; IRINA goes behind her screen; pause] What
a huge fire! It’s going down now. Hang it all, that Ferapont made me so
angry that I talked nonsense to him.... Sir, indeed.... [A pause] Why
are you so silent, Olga? [Pause] It’s time you stopped all that nonsense
and behaved as if you were properly alive.... You are here, Masha.
Irina is here, well, since we’re all here, let’s come to a complete
understanding, once and for all. What have you against me? What is it?
OLGA. Please don’t, Audrey dear. We’ll talk to-morrow. [Excited] What an
awful night!
ANDREY. [Much confused] Don’t excite yourself. I ask you in perfect
calmness; what have you against me? Tell me straight.
VERSHININ’S VOICE. Trum-tum-tum!
MASHA. [Stands; loudly] Tra-ta-ta! [To OLGA] Goodbye, Olga, God bless
you. [Goes behind screen and kisses IRINA] Sleep well.... Good-bye,
Andrey. Go away now, they’re tired... you can explain to-morrow....
[Exit.]
ANDREY. I’ll only say this and go. Just now.... In the first place,
you’ve got something against Natasha, my wife; I’ve noticed it since
the very day of my marriage. Natasha is a beautiful and honest creature,
straight and honourable--that’s my opinion. I love and respect my wife;
understand it, I respect her, and I insist that others should respect
her too. I repeat, she’s an honest and honourable person, and all your
disapproval is simply silly... [Pause] In the second place, you seem to
be annoyed because I am not a professor, and am not engaged in study.
But I work for the zemstvo, I am a member of the district council, and
I consider my service as worthy and as high as the service of science.
I am a member of the district council, and I am proud of it, if you want
to know. [Pause] In the third place, I have still this to say... that I
have mortgaged the house without obtaining your permission.... For that
I am to blame, and ask to be forgiven. My debts led me into doing it...
thirty-five thousand... I do not play at cards any more, I stopped long
ago, but the chief thing I have to say in my defence is that you girls
receive a pension, and I don’t... my wages, so to speak.... [Pause.]
KULIGIN. [At the door] Is Masha there? [Excitedly] Where is she? It’s
queer.... [Exit.]
ANDREY. They don’t hear. Natasha is a splendid, honest person. [Walks
about in silence, then stops] When I married I thought we should be
happy... all of us.... But, my God.... [Weeps] My dear, dear sisters,
don’t believe me, don’t believe me.... [Exit.]
[Fire-alarm. The stage is clear.]
IRINA. [behind her screen] Olga, who’s knocking on the floor?
OLGA. It’s doctor Ivan Romanovitch. He’s drunk.
IRINA. What a restless night! [Pause] Olga! [Looks out] Did you hear?
They are taking the brigade away from us; it’s going to be transferred
to some place far away.
OLGA. It’s only a rumour.
IRINA. Then we shall be left alone.... Olga!
OLGA. Well?
IRINA. My dear, darling sister, I esteem, I highly value the Baron, he’s
a splendid man; I’ll marry him, I’ll consent, only let’s go to Moscow!
I implore you, let’s go! There’s nothing better than Moscow on earth!
Let’s go, Olga, let’s go!
Curtain
ACT IV
[The old garden at the house of the PROSOROVS. There is a long avenue
of firs, at the end of which the river can be seen. There is a forest
on the far side of the river. On the right is the terrace of the house:
bottles and tumblers are on a table here; it is evident that champagne
has just been drunk. It is midday. Every now and again passers-by walk
across the garden, from the road to the river; five soldiers go past
rapidly. CHEBUTIKIN, in a comfortable frame of mind which does not
desert him throughout the act, sits in an armchair in the garden,
waiting to be called. He wears a peaked cap and has a stick. IRINA,
KULIGIN with a cross hanging from his neck and without his moustaches,
and TUZENBACH are standing on the terrace seeing off FEDOTIK and RODE,
who are coming down into the garden; both officers are in service
uniform.]
TUZENBACH. [Exchanges kisses with FEDOTIK] You’re a good sort, we got on
so well together. [Exchanges kisses with RODE] Once again.... Good-bye,
old man!
IRINA. Au revoir!
FEDOTIK. It isn’t au revoir, it’s good-bye; we’ll never meet again!
KULIGIN. Who knows! [Wipes his eyes; smiles] Here I’ve started crying!
IRINA. We’ll meet again sometime.
FEDOTIK. After ten years--or fifteen? We’ll hardly know one another
then; we’ll say, “How do you do?” coldly.... [Takes a snapshot] Keep
still.... Once more, for the last time.
RODE. [Embracing TUZENBACH] We shan’t meet again.... [Kisses IRINA’S
hand] Thank you for everything, for everything!
FEDOTIK. [Grieved] Don’t be in such a hurry!
TUZENBACH. We shall meet again, if God wills it. Write to us. Be sure to
write.
RODE. [Looking round the garden] Good-bye, trees! [Shouts] Yo-ho!
[Pause] Good-bye, echo!
KULIGIN. Best wishes. Go and get yourselves wives there in Poland....
Your Polish wife will clasp you and call you “kochanku!” [Note:
Darling.] [Laughs.]
FEDOTIK. [Looking at the time] There’s less than an hour left. Soleni
is the only one of our battery who is going on the barge; the rest of
us are going with the main body. Three batteries are leaving to-day,
another three to-morrow and then the town will be quiet and peaceful.
TUZENBACH. And terribly dull.
RODE. And where is Maria Sergeyevna?
KULIGIN. Masha is in the garden.
FEDOTIK. We’d like to say good-bye to her.
RODE. Good-bye, I must go, or else I’ll start weeping.... [Quickly
embraces KULIGIN and TUZENBACH, and kisses IRINA’S hand] We’ve been so
happy here....
FEDOTIK. [To KULIGIN] Here’s a keepsake for you... a note-book with a
pencil.... We’ll go to the river from here.... [They go aside and both
look round.]
RODE. [Shouts] Yo-ho!
KULIGIN. [Shouts] Good-bye!
[At the back of the stage FEDOTIK and RODE meet MASHA; they say good-bye
and go out with her.]
IRINA. They’ve gone.... [Sits on the bottom step of the terrace.]
CHEBUTIKIN. And they forgot to say good-bye to me.
IRINA. But why is that?
CHEBUTIKIN. I just forgot, somehow. Though I’ll soon see them again, I’m
going to-morrow. Yes... just one day left. I shall be retired in a year,
then I’ll come here again, and finish my life near you. I’ve only one
year before I get my pension.... [Puts one newspaper into his pocket and
takes another out] I’ll come here to you and change my life radically...
I’ll be so quiet... so agree... agreeable, respectable....
IRINA. Yes, you ought to change your life, dear man, somehow or other.
CHEBUTIKIN. Yes, I feel it. [Sings softly.] “Tarara-boom-deay....”
KULIGIN. We won’t reform Ivan Romanovitch! We won’t reform him!
CHEBUTIKIN. If only I was apprenticed to you! Then I’d reform.
IRINA. Feodor has shaved his moustache! I can’t bear to look at him.
KULIGIN. Well, what about it?
CHEBUTIKIN. I could tell you what your face looks like now, but it
wouldn’t be polite.
KULIGIN. Well! It’s the custom, it’s modus vivendi. Our Director is
clean-shaven, and so I too, when I received my inspectorship, had
my moustaches removed. Nobody likes it, but it’s all one to me. I’m
satisfied. Whether I’ve got moustaches or not, I’m satisfied.... [Sits.]
[At the back of the stage ANDREY is wheeling a perambulator containing a
sleeping infant.]
IRINA. Ivan Romanovitch, be a darling. I’m awfully worried. You were out
on the boulevard last night; tell me, what happened?
CHEBUTIKIN. What happened? Nothing. Quite a trifling matter. [Reads
paper] Of no importance!
KULIGIN. They say that Soleni and the Baron met yesterday on the
boulevard near the theatre....
TUZENBACH. Stop! What right... [Waves his hand and goes into the house.]
KULIGIN. Near the theatre... Soleni started behaving offensively to the
Baron, who lost his temper and said something nasty....
CHEBUTIKIN. I don’t know. It’s all bunkum.
KULIGIN. At some seminary or other a master wrote “bunkum” on an essay,
and the student couldn’t make the letters out--thought it was a Latin
word “luckum.” [Laughs] Awfully funny, that. They say that Soleni is in
love with Irina and hates the Baron.... That’s quite natural. Irina is
a very nice girl. She’s even like Masha, she’s so thoughtful.... Only,
Irina your character is gentler. Though Masha’s character, too, is a
very good one. I’m very fond of Masha. [Shouts of “Yo-ho!” are heard
behind the stage.]
IRINA. [Shudders] Everything seems to frighten me today. [Pause] I’ve
got everything ready, and I send my things off after dinner. The
Baron and I will be married to-morrow, and to-morrow we go away to
the brickworks, and the next day I go to the school, and the new life
begins. God will help me! When I took my examination for the teacher’s
post, I actually wept for joy and gratitude.... [Pause] The cart will be
here in a minute for my things....
KULIGIN. Somehow or other, all this doesn’t seem at all serious. As if
it was all ideas, and nothing really serious. Still, with all my soul I
wish you happiness.
CHEBUTIKIN. [With deep feeling] My splendid... my dear, precious
girl.... You’ve gone on far ahead, I won’t catch up with you. I’m left
behind like a migrant bird grown old, and unable to fly. Fly, my
dear, fly, and God be with you! [Pause] It’s a pity you shaved your
moustaches, Feodor Ilitch.
KULIGIN. Oh, drop it! [Sighs] To-day the soldiers will be gone, and
everything will go on as in the old days. Say what you will, Masha is
a good, honest woman. I love her very much, and thank my fate for her.
People have such different fates. There’s a Kosirev who works in the
excise department here. He was at school with me; he was expelled
from the fifth class of the High School for being entirely unable to
understand ut consecutivum. He’s awfully hard up now and in very
poor health, and when I meet him I say to him, “How do you do, ut
consecutivum.” “Yes,” he says, “precisely consecutivum...” and
coughs. But I’ve been successful all my life, I’m happy, and I even have
a Stanislaus Cross, of the second class, and now I myself teach others
that ut consecutivum. Of course, I’m a clever man, much cleverer than
many, but happiness doesn’t only lie in that....
[“The Maiden’s Prayer” is being played on the piano in the house.]
IRINA. To-morrow night I shan’t hear that “Maiden’s Prayer” any more,
and I shan’t be meeting Protopopov.... [Pause] Protopopov is sitting
there in the drawing-room; and he came to-day...
KULIGIN. Hasn’t the head-mistress come yet?
IRINA. No. She has been sent for. If you only knew how difficult it is
for me to live alone, without Olga.... She lives at the High School;
she, a head-mistress, busy all day with her affairs and I’m alone,
bored, with nothing to do, and hate the room I live in.... I’ve made
up my mind: if I can’t live in Moscow, then it must come to this. It’s
fate. It can’t be helped. It’s all the will of God, that’s the truth.
Nicolai Lvovitch made me a proposal.... Well? I thought it over and made
up my mind. He’s a good man... it’s quite remarkable how good he is....
And suddenly my soul put out wings, I became happy, and light-hearted,
and once again the desire for work, work, came over me.... Only
something happened yesterday, some secret dread has been hanging over
me....
CHEBUTIKIN. Luckum. Rubbish.
NATASHA. [At the window] The head-mistress.
KULIGIN. The head-mistress has come. Let’s go. [Exit with IRINA into the
house.]
CHEBUTIKIN. “It is my washing day.... Tara-ra... boom-deay.”
[MASHA approaches, ANDREY is wheeling a perambulator at the back.]
MASHA. Here you are, sitting here, doing nothing.
CHEBUTIKIN. What then?
MASHA. [Sits] Nothing.... [Pause] Did you love my mother?
CHEBUTIKIN. Very much.
MASHA. And did she love you?
CHEBUTIKIN. [After a pause] I don’t remember that.
MASHA. Is my man here? When our cook Martha used to ask about her
gendarme, she used to say my man. Is he here?
CHEBUTIKIN. Not yet.
MASHA. When you take your happiness in little bits, in snatches, and
then lose it, as I have done, you gradually get coarser, more bitter.
[Points to her bosom] I’m boiling in here.... [Looks at ANDREY with the
perambulator] There’s our brother Andrey.... All our hopes in him have
gone. There was once a great bell, a thousand persons were hoisting it,
much money and labour had been spent on it, when it suddenly fell
and was broken. Suddenly, for no particular reason.... Andrey is like
that....
ANDREY. When are they going to stop making such a noise in the house?
It’s awful.
CHEBUTIKIN. They won’t be much longer. [Looks at his watch] My watch is
very old-fashioned, it strikes the hours.... [Winds the watch and makes
it strike] The first, second, and fifth batteries are to leave at one
o’clock precisely. [Pause] And I go to-morrow.
ANDREY. For good?
CHEBUTIKIN. I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll return in a year. The devil
only knows... it’s all one.... [Somewhere a harp and violin are being
played.]
ANDREY. The town will grow empty. It will be as if they put a cover over
it. [Pause] Something happened yesterday by the theatre. The whole town
knows of it, but I don’t.
CHEBUTIKIN. Nothing. A silly little affair. Soleni started irritating
the Baron, who lost his temper and insulted him, and so at last Soleni
had to challenge him. [Looks at his watch] It’s about time, I think....
At half-past twelve, in the public wood, that one you can see from here
across the river.... Piff-paff. [Laughs] Soleni thinks he’s Lermontov,
and even writes verses. That’s all very well, but this is his third
duel.
MASHA. Whose?
CHEBUTIKIN. Soleni’s.
MASHA. And the Baron?
CHEBUTIKIN. What about the Baron? [Pause.]
MASHA. Everything’s all muddled up in my head.... But I say it ought not
to be allowed. He might wound the Baron or even kill him.
CHEBUTIKIN. The Baron is a good man, but one Baron more or less--what
difference does it make? It’s all the same! [Beyond the garden somebody
shouts “Co-ee! Hallo! “] You wait. That’s Skvortsov shouting; one of the
seconds. He’s in a boat. [Pause.]
ANDREY. In my opinion it’s simply immoral to fight in a duel, or to be
present, even in the quality of a doctor.
CHEBUTIKIN. It only seems so.... We don’t exist, there’s nothing on
earth, we don’t really live, it only seems that we live. Does it matter,
anyway!
MASHA. You talk and talk the whole day long. [Going] You live in
a climate like this, where it might snow any moment, and there you
talk.... [Stops] I won’t go into the house, I can’t go there.... Tell me
when Vershinin comes.... [Goes along the avenue] The migrant birds are
already on the wing.... [Looks up] Swans or geese.... My dear, happy
things.... [Exit.]
ANDREY. Our house will be empty. The officers will go away, you are
going, my sister is getting married, and I alone will remain in the
house.
CHEBUTIKIN. And your wife?
[FERAPONT enters with some documents.]
ANDREY. A wife’s a wife. She’s honest, well-bred, yes; and kind, but
with all that there is still something about her that degenerates her
into a petty, blind, even in some respects misshapen animal. In any
case, she isn’t a man. I tell you as a friend, as the only man to whom I
can lay bare my soul. I love Natasha, it’s true, but sometimes she seems
extraordinarily vulgar, and then I lose myself and can’t understand why
I love her so much, or, at any rate, used to love her....
CHEBUTIKIN. [Rises] I’m going away to-morrow, old chap, and perhaps
we’ll never meet again, so here’s my advice. Put on your cap, take a
stick in your hand, go... go on and on, without looking round. And the
farther you go, the better.
[SOLENI goes across the back of the stage with two officers; he catches
sight of CHEBUTIKIN, and turns to him, the officers go on.]
SOLENI. Doctor, it’s time. It’s half-past twelve already. [Shakes hands
with ANDREY.]
CHEBUTIKIN. Half a minute. I’m tired of the lot of you. [To ANDREY] If
anybody asks for me, say I’ll be back soon.... [Sighs] Oh, oh, oh!
SOLENI. “He didn’t have the time to sigh. The bear sat on him heavily.”
[Goes up to him] What are you groaning about, old man?
CHEBUTIKIN. Stop it!
SOLENI. How’s your health?
CHEBUTIKIN. [Angry] Mind your own business.
SOLENI. The old man is unnecessarily excited. I won’t go far, I’ll only
just bring him down like a snipe. [Takes out his scent-bottle and scents
his hands] I’ve poured out a whole bottle of scent to-day and they still
smell... of a dead body. [Pause] Yes.... You remember the poem
“But he, the rebel seeks the storm,
As if the storm will bring him rest...”?
CHEBUTIKIN. Yes.
“He didn’t have the time to sigh,
The bear sat on him heavily.”
[Exit with SOLENI.]
[Shouts are heard. ANDREY and FERAPONT come in.]
FERAPONT. Documents to sign....
ANDREY. [Irritated]. Go away! Leave me! Please! [Goes away with the
perambulator.]
FERAPONT. That’s what documents are for, to be signed. [Retires to back
of stage.]
[Enter IRINA, with TUZENBACH in a straw hat; KULIGIN walks across the
stage, shouting “Co-ee, Masha, co-ee!”]
TUZENBACH. He seems to be the only man in the town who is glad that the
soldiers are going.
IRINA. One can understand that. [Pause] The town will be empty.
TUZENBACH. My dear, I shall return soon.
IRINA. Where are you going?
TUZENBACH. I must go into the town and then... see the others off.
IRINA. It’s not true... Nicolai, why are you so absentminded to-day?
[Pause] What took place by the theatre yesterday?
TUZENBACH. [Making a movement of impatience] In an hour’s time I shall
return and be with you again. [Kisses her hands] My darling... [Looking
her closely in the face] it’s five years now since I fell in love with
you, and still I can’t get used to it, and you seem to me to grow more
and more beautiful. What lovely, wonderful hair! What eyes! I’m going to
take you away to-morrow. We shall work, we shall be rich, my dreams will
come true. You will be happy. There’s only one thing, one thing only:
you don’t love me!
IRINA. It isn’t in my power! I shall be your wife, I shall be true to
you, and obedient to you, but I can’t love you. What can I do! [Cries] I
have never been in love in my life. Oh, I used to think so much of love,
I have been thinking about it for so long by day and by night, but
my soul is like an expensive piano which is locked and the key lost.
[Pause] You seem so unhappy.
TUZENBACH. I didn’t sleep at night. There is nothing in my life so awful
as to be able to frighten me, only that lost key torments my soul and
does not let me sleep. Say something to me [Pause] say something to
me....
IRINA. What can I say, what?
TUZENBACH. Anything.
IRINA. Don’t! don’t! [Pause.]
TUZENBACH. It is curious how silly trivial little things, sometimes
for no apparent reason, become significant. At first you laugh at these
things, you think they are of no importance, you go on and you feel that
you haven’t got the strength to stop yourself. Oh don’t let’s talk about
it! I am happy. It is as if for the first time in my life I see these
firs, maples, beeches, and they all look at me inquisitively and wait.
What beautiful trees and how beautiful, when one comes to think of it,
life must be near them! [A shout of Co-ee! in the distance] It’s time
I went.... There’s a tree which has dried up but it still sways in the
breeze with the others. And so it seems to me that if I die, I shall
still take part in life in one way or another. Good-bye, dear....
[Kisses her hands] The papers which you gave me are on my table under
the calendar.
IRINA. I am coming with you.
TUZENBACH. [Nervously] No, no! [He goes quickly and stops in the avenue]
Irina!
IRINA. What is it?
TUZENBACH. [Not knowing what to say] I haven’t had any coffee to-day.
Tell them to make me some.... [He goes out quickly.]
[IRINA stands deep in thought. Then she goes to the back of the stage
and sits on a swing. ANDREY comes in with the perambulator and FERAPONT
also appears.]
FERAPONT. Andrey Sergeyevitch, it isn’t as if the documents were mine,
they are the government’s. I didn’t make them.
ANDREY. Oh, what has become of my past and where is it? I used to be
young, happy, clever, I used to be able to think and frame clever ideas,
the present and the future seemed to me full of hope. Why do we, almost
before we have begun to live, become dull, grey, uninteresting, lazy,
apathetic, useless, unhappy.... This town has already been in existence
for two hundred years and it has a hundred thousand inhabitants, not one
of whom is in any way different from the others. There has never been,
now or at any other time, a single leader of men, a single scholar, an
artist, a man of even the slightest eminence who might arouse envy or a
passionate desire to be imitated. They only eat, drink, sleep, and then
they die... more people are born and also eat, drink, sleep, and so
as not to go silly from boredom, they try to make life many-sided
with their beastly backbiting, vodka, cards, and litigation. The wives
deceive their husbands, and the husbands lie, and pretend they see
nothing and hear nothing, and the evil influence irresistibly oppresses
the children and the divine spark in them is extinguished, and they
become just as pitiful corpses and just as much like one another as
their fathers and mothers.... [Angrily to FERAPONT] What do you want?
FERAPONT. What? Documents want signing.
ANDREY. I’m tired of you.
FERAPONT. [Handing him papers] The hall-porter from the law courts was
saying just now that in the winter there were two hundred degrees of
frost in Petersburg.
ANDREY. The present is beastly, but when I think of the future, how good
it is! I feel so light, so free; there is a light in the distance, I see
freedom. I see myself and my children freeing ourselves from vanities,
from kvass, from goose baked with cabbage, from after-dinner naps, from
base idleness....
FERAPONT. He was saying that two thousand people were frozen to death.
The people were frightened, he said. In Petersburg or Moscow, I don’t
remember which.
ANDREY. [Overcome by a tender emotion] My dear sisters, my beautiful
sisters! [Crying] Masha, my sister....
NATASHA. [At the window] Who’s talking so loudly out here? Is that you,
Andrey? You’ll wake little Sophie. Il ne faut pas faire du bruit, la
Sophie est dormée deja. Vous êtes un ours. [Angrily] If you want
to talk, then give the perambulator and the baby to somebody else.
Ferapont, take the perambulator!
FERAPONT. Yes’m. [Takes the perambulator.]
ANDREY. [Confused] I’m speaking quietly.
NATASHA. [At the window, nursing her boy] Bobby! Naughty Bobby! Bad
little Bobby!
ANDREY. [Looking through the papers] All right, I’ll look them over and
sign if necessary, and you can take them back to the offices....
[Goes into house reading papers; FERAPONT takes the perambulator to the
back of the garden.]
NATASHA. [At the window] Bobby, what’s your mother’s name? Dear, dear!
And who’s this? That’s Aunt Olga. Say to your aunt, “How do you do,
Olga!”
[Two wandering musicians, a man and a girl, are playing on a violin and
a harp. VERSHININ, OLGA, and ANFISA come out of the house and listen for
a minute in silence; IRINA comes up to them.]
OLGA. Our garden might be a public thoroughfare, from the way people
walk and ride across it. Nurse, give those musicians something!
ANFISA. [Gives money to the musicians] Go away with God’s blessing on
you. [The musicians bow and go away] A bitter sort of people. You don’t
play on a full stomach. [To IRINA] How do you do, Arisha! [Kisses her]
Well, little girl, here I am, still alive! Still alive! In the High
School, together with little Olga, in her official apartments... so the
Lord has appointed for my old age. Sinful woman that I am, I’ve never
lived like that in my life before.... A large flat, government property,
and I’ve a whole room and bed to myself. All government property. I wake
up at nights and, oh God, and Holy Mother, there isn’t a happier person
than I!
VERSHININ. [Looks at his watch] We are going soon, Olga Sergeyevna. It’s
time for me to go. [Pause] I wish you every... every.... Where’s Maria
Sergeyevna?
IRINA. She’s somewhere in the garden. I’ll go and look for her.
VERSHININ. If you’ll be so kind. I haven’t time.
ANFISA. I’ll go and look, too. [Shouts] Little Masha, co-ee! [Goes out
with IRINA down into the garden] Co-ee, co-ee!
VERSHININ. Everything comes to an end. And so we, too, must part. [Looks
at his watch] The town gave us a sort of farewell breakfast, we had
champagne to drink and the mayor made a speech, and I ate and listened,
but my soul was here all the time.... [Looks round the garden] I’m so
used to you now.
OLGA. Shall we ever meet again?
VERSHININ. Probably not. [Pause] My wife and both my daughters will stay
here another two months. If anything happens, or if anything has to be
done...
OLGA. Yes, yes, of course. You need not worry. [Pause] To-morrow there
won’t be a single soldier left in the town, it will all be a memory,
and, of course, for us a new life will begin.... [Pause] None of our
plans are coming right. I didn’t want to be a head-mistress, but they
made me one, all the same. It means there’s no chance of Moscow....
VERSHININ. Well... thank you for everything. Forgive me if I’ve... I’ve
said such an awful lot--forgive me for that too, don’t think badly of
me.
OLGA. [Wipes her eyes] Why isn’t Masha coming...
VERSHININ. What else can I say in parting? Can I philosophize about
anything? [Laughs] Life is heavy. To many of us it seems dull and
hopeless, but still, it must be acknowledged that it is getting lighter
and clearer, and it seems that the time is not far off when it will be
quite clear. [Looks at his watch] It’s time I went! Mankind used to
be absorbed in wars, and all its existence was filled with campaigns,
attacks, defeats, now we’ve outlived all that, leaving after us a great
waste place, which there is nothing to fill with at present; but mankind
is looking for something, and will certainly find it. Oh, if it only
happened more quickly. [Pause] If only education could be added to
industry, and industry to education. [Looks at his watch] It’s time I
went....
OLGA. Here she comes.
[Enter MASHA.]
VERSHININ. I came to say good-bye....
[OLGA steps aside a little, so as not to be in their way.]
MASHA. [Looking him in the face] Good-bye. [Prolonged kiss.]
OLGA. Don’t, don’t. [MASHA is crying bitterly]
VERSHININ. Write to me.... Don’t forget! Let me go.... It’s time. Take
her, Olga Sergeyevna... it’s time... I’m late...
[He kisses OLGA’S hand in evident emotion, then embraces MASHA once more
and goes out quickly.]
OLGA. Don’t, Masha! Stop, dear.... [KULIGIN enters.]
KULIGIN. [Confused] Never mind, let her cry, let her.... My dear Masha,
my good Masha.... You’re my wife, and I’m happy, whatever happens... I’m
not complaining, I don’t reproach you at all.... Olga is a witness to
it. Let’s begin to live again as we used to, and not by a single word,
or hint...
MASHA. [Restraining her sobs] “There stands a green oak by the sea,
And a chain of bright gold is around it....
And a chain of bright gold is around it....”
I’m going off my head... “There stands... a green oak... by the sea.”...
OLGA. Don’t, Masha, don’t... give her some water....
MASHA. I’m not crying any more....
KULIGIN. She’s not crying any more... she’s a good... [A shot is heard
from a distance.]
MASHA. “There stands a green oak by the sea,
And a chain of bright gold is around it...
An oak of green gold....”
I’m mixing it up.... [Drinks some water] Life is dull... I don’t want
anything more now... I’ll be all right in a moment.... It doesn’t
matter.... What do those lines mean? Why do they run in my head? My
thoughts are all tangled.
[IRINA enters.]
OLGA. Be quiet, Masha. There’s a good girl.... Let’s go in.
MASHA. [Angrily] I shan’t go in there. [Sobs, but controls herself at
once] I’m not going to go into the house, I won’t go....
IRINA. Let’s sit here together and say nothing. I’m going away
to-morrow.... [Pause.]
KULIGIN. Yesterday I took away these whiskers and this beard from a boy
in the third class.... [He puts on the whiskers and beard] Don’t I look
like the German master.... [Laughs] Don’t I? The boys are amusing.
MASHA. You really do look like that German of yours.
OLGA. [Laughs] Yes. [MASHA weeps.]
IRINA. Don’t, Masha!
KULIGIN. It’s a very good likeness....
[Enter NATASHA.]
NATASHA. [To the maid] What? Mihail Ivanitch Protopopov will sit with
little Sophie, and Andrey Sergeyevitch can take little Bobby out.
Children are such a bother.... [To IRINA] Irina, it’s such a pity you’re
going away to-morrow. Do stop just another week. [Sees KULIGIN and
screams; he laughs and takes off his beard and whiskers] How you
frightened me! [To IRINA] I’ve grown used to you and do you think it
will be easy for me to part from you? I’m going to have Andrey and his
violin put into your room--let him fiddle away in there!--and we’ll put
little Sophie into his room. The beautiful, lovely child! What a little
girlie! To-day she looked at me with such pretty eyes and said “Mamma!”
KULIGIN. A beautiful child, it’s quite true.
NATASHA. That means I shall have the place to myself to-morrow. [Sighs]
In the first place I shall have that avenue of fir-trees cut down, then
that maple. It’s so ugly at nights.... [To IRINA] That belt doesn’t suit
you at all, dear.... It’s an error of taste. And I’ll give orders to
have lots and lots of little flowers planted here, and they’ll smell....
[Severely] Why is there a fork lying about here on the seat? [Going
towards the house, to the maid] Why is there a fork lying about here on
the seat, I say? [Shouts] Don’t you dare to answer me!
KULIGIN. Temper! temper! [A march is played off; they all listen.]
OLGA. They’re going.
[CHEBUTIKIN comes in.]
MASHA. They’re going. Well, well.... Bon voyage! [To her husband] We
must be going home.... Where’s my coat and hat?
KULIGIN. I took them in... I’ll bring them, in a moment.
OLGA. Yes, now we can all go home. It’s time.
CHEBUTIKIN. Olga Sergeyevna!
OLGA. What is it? [Pause] What is it?
CHEBUTIKIN. Nothing... I don’t know how to tell you.... [Whispers to
her.]
OLGA. [Frightened] It can’t be true!
CHEBUTIKIN. Yes... such a story... I’m tired out, exhausted, I won’t say
any more.... [Sadly] Still, it’s all the same!
MASHA. What’s happened?
OLGA. [Embraces IRINA] This is a terrible day... I don’t know how to
tell you, dear....
IRINA. What is it? Tell me quickly, what is it? For God’s sake! [Cries.]
CHEBUTIKIN. The Baron was killed in the duel just now.
IRINA. [Cries softly] I knew it, I knew it....
CHEBUTIKIN. [Sits on a bench at the back of the stage] I’m tired....
[Takes a paper from his pocket] Let ‘em cry.... [Sings softly]
“Tarara-boom-deay, it is my washing day....” Isn’t it all the same!
[The three sisters are standing, pressing against one another.]
MASHA. Oh, how the music plays! They are leaving us, one has quite left
us, quite and for ever. We remain alone, to begin our life over again.
We must live... we must live....
IRINA. [Puts her head on OLGA’s bosom] There will come a time when
everybody will know why, for what purpose, there is all this suffering,
and there will be no more mysteries. But now we must live... we must
work, just work! To-morrow, I’ll go away alone, and I’ll teach and give
my whole life to those who, perhaps, need it. It’s autumn now, soon it
will be winter, the snow will cover everything, and I shall be working,
working....
OLGA. [Embraces both her sisters] The bands are playing so gaily, so
bravely, and one does so want to live! Oh, my God! Time will pass on,
and we shall depart for ever, we shall be forgotten; they will
forget our faces, voices, and even how many there were of us, but
our sufferings will turn into joy for those who will live after us,
happiness and peace will reign on earth, and people will remember with
kindly words, and bless those who are living now. Oh dear sisters, our
life is not yet at an end. Let us live. The music is so gay, so joyful,
and, it seems that in a little while we shall know why we are living,
why we are suffering.... If we could only know, if we could only know!
[The music has been growing softer and softer; KULIGIN, smiling happily,
brings out the hat and coat; ANDREY wheels out the perambulator in which
BOBBY is sitting.]
CHEBUTIKIN. [Sings softly] “Tara... ra-boom-deay.... It is my
washing-day.”... [Reads a paper] It’s all the same! It’s all the same!
OLGA. If only we could know, if only we could know!
Curtain.