The Sea-Gull. Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

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СКАЧАТЬ on us. I am willing to listen to any raving, so long as it is not meant seriously, but in showing us this, he pretended to be introducing us to a new form of art, and inaugurating a new era. In my opinion, there was nothing new about it, it was simply an exhibition of bad temper.

      TRIGORIN. Everybody must write as he feels, and as best he may.

      ARKADINA. Let him write as he feels and can, but let him spare me his nonsense.

      DORN. Thou art angry, O Jove!

      ARKADINA. I am a woman, not Jove. [She lights a cigarette] And I am not angry, I am only sorry to see a young man foolishly wasting his time. I did not mean to hurt him.

      MEDVIEDENKO. No one has any ground for separating life from matter, as the spirit may well consist of the union of material atoms. [Excitedly, to TRIGORIN] Some day you should write a play, and put on the stage the life of a schoolmaster. It is a hard, hard life.

      ARKADINA. I agree with you, but do not let us talk about plays or atoms now. This is such a lovely evening. Listen to the singing, friends, how sweet it sounds.

      PAULINA. Yes, they are singing across the water. [A pause.]

      ARKADINA. [To TRIGORIN] Sit down beside me here. Ten or fifteen years ago we had music and singing on this lake almost all night. There are six houses on its shores. All was noise and laughter and romance then, such romance! The young star and idol of them all in those days was this man here, [Nods toward DORN] Doctor Eugene Dorn. He is fascinating now, but he was irresistible then. But my conscience is beginning to prick me. Why did I hurt my poor boy? I am uneasy about him. [Loudly] Constantine! Constantine!

      MASHA. Shall I go and find him?

      ARKADINA. If you please, my dear.

      MASHA. [Goes off to the left, calling] Mr. Constantine! Oh, Mr. Constantine!

      NINA. [Comes in from behind the stage] I see that the play will never be finished, so now I can go home. Good evening. [She kisses ARKADINA and PAULINA.]

      SORIN. Bravo! Bravo!

      ARKADINA. Bravo! Bravo! We were quite charmed by your acting. With your looks and such a lovely voice it is a crime for you to hide yourself in the country. You must be very talented. It is your duty to go on the stage, do you hear me?

      NINA. It is the dream of my life, which will never come true.

      ARKADINA. Who knows? Perhaps it will. But let me present Monsieur Boris Trigorin.

      NINA. I am delighted to meet you. [Embarrassed] I have read all your books.

      ARKADINA. [Drawing NINA down beside her] Don’t be afraid of him, dear. He is a simple, good-natured soul, even if he is a celebrity. See, he is embarrassed himself.

      DORN. Couldn’t the curtain be raised now? It is depressing to have it down.

      SHAMRAEFF. [Loudly] Jacob, my man! Raise the curtain!

      NINA. [To TRIGORIN] It was a curious play, wasn’t it?

      TRIGORIN. Very. I couldn’t understand it at all, but I watched it with the greatest pleasure because you acted with such sincerity, and the setting was beautiful. [A pause] There must be a lot of fish in this lake.

      NINA. Yes, there are.

      TRIGORIN. I love fishing. I know of nothing pleasanter than to sit on a lake shore in the evening with one’s eyes on a floating cork.

      NINA. Why, I should think that for one who has tasted the joys of creation, no other pleasure could exist.

      ARKADINA. Don’t talk like that. He always begins to flounder when people say nice things to him.

      SHAMRAEFF. I remember when the famous Silva was singing once in the Opera House at Moscow, how delighted we all were when he took the low C. Well, you can imagine our astonishment when one of the church cantors, who happened to be sitting in the gallery, suddenly boomed out: “Bravo, Silva!” a whole octave lower. Like this: [In a deep bass voice] “Bravo, Silva!” The audience was left breathless. [A pause.]

      DORN. An angel of silence is flying over our heads.

      NINA. I must go. Good-bye.

      ARKADINA. Where to? Where must you go so early? We shan’t allow it.

      NINA. My father is waiting for me.

      ARKADINA. How cruel he is, really. [They kiss each other] Then I suppose we can’t keep you, but it is very hard indeed to let you go.

      NINA. If you only knew how hard it is for me to leave you all.

      ARKADINA. Somebody must see you home, my pet.

      NINA. [Startled] No, no!

      SORIN. [Imploringly] Don’t go!

      NINA. I must.

      SORIN. Stay just one hour more, and all. Come now, really, you know.

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