THE COLLECTED WORKS OF ANTON CHEKHOV. Anton Chekhov
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Название: THE COLLECTED WORKS OF ANTON CHEKHOV

Автор: Anton Chekhov

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,

       Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even:

       Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon,

       And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.”

       They go out together, the curtain falls slowly.

       Table of Contents

       CHARACTERS

       ACT I

       ACT II

       ACT III

       ACT IV

      CHARACTERS

       Table of Contents

      NICHOLAS IVANOFF, perpetual member of the Council of Peasant Affairs

      ANNA, his wife. Nee Sarah Abramson

      MATTHEW SHABELSKI, a count, uncle of Ivanoff

      PAUL LEBEDIEFF, President of the Board of the Zemstvo

      ZINAIDA, his wife

      SASHA, their daughter, twenty years old

      LVOFF, a young government doctor

      MARTHA BABAKINA, a young widow, owner of an estate and daughter of a rich merchant

      KOSICH, an exciseman

      MICHAEL BORKIN, a distant relative of Ivanoff, and manager of his estate

      AVDOTIA NAZAROVNA, an old woman

      GEORGE, lives with the Lebedieffs

      FIRST GUEST

      SECOND GUEST

      THIRD GUEST

      FOURTH GUEST

      PETER, a servant of Ivanoff

      GABRIEL, a servant of Lebedieff

      GUESTS OF BOTH SEXES

      The play takes place in one of the provinces of central Russia

      ACT I

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      The garden of IVANOFF’S country place. On the left is a terrace and the facade of the house. One window is open. Below the terrace is a broad semicircular lawn, from which paths lead to right and left into a garden. On the right are several garden benches and tables. A lamp is burning on one of the tables. It is evening. As the curtain rises sounds of the piano and violoncello are heard.

      IVANOFF is sitting at a table reading.

      BORKIN, in top-boots and carrying a gun, comes in from the rear of the garden. He is a little tipsy. As he sees IVANOFF he comes toward him on tiptoe, and when he comes opposite him he stops and points the gun at his face.

      IVANOFF. [Catches sight of BORKIN. Shudders and jumps to his feet] Misha! What are you doing? You frightened me! I can’t stand your stupid jokes when I am so nervous as this. And having frightened me, you laugh! [He sits down.]

      BORKIN. [Laughing loudly] There, I am sorry, really. I won’t do it again. Indeed I won’t. [Take off his cap] How hot it is! Just think, my dear boy, I have covered twelve miles in the last three hours. I am worn out. Just feel how my heart is beating.

      IVANOFF. [Goes on reading] Oh, very well. I shall feel it later!

      BORKIN. No, feel it now. [He takes IVANOFF’S hand and presses it against his breast] Can you feel it thumping? That means that it is weak and that I may die suddenly at any moment. Would you be sorry if I died?

      IVANOFF. I am reading now. I shall attend to you later.

      BORKIN. No, seriously, would you be sorry if I died? Nicholas, would you be sorry if I died?

      IVANOFF. Leave me alone!

      BORKIN. Come, tell me if you would be sorry or not.

      IVANOFF. I am sorry that you smell so of vodka, Misha, it is disgusting.

      BORKIN. Do I smell of vodka? How strange! And yet, it is not so strange after all. I met the magistrate on the road, and I must admit that we did drink about eight glasses together. Strictly speaking, of course, drinking is very harmful. Listen, it is harmful, isn’t it? Is it? Is it?

      IVANOFF. This is unendurable! Let me warn you, Misha, that you are going too far.

      BORKIN. Well, well, excuse me. Sit here by yourself then, for heaven’s sake, if it amuses you. [Gets up and goes away] What extraordinary people one meets in the world. They won’t even allow themselves to be spoken to. [He comes back] Oh, yes, I nearly forgot. Please let me have eighty-two roubles.

      IVANOFF. Why do you want eighty-two roubles?

      BORKIN. To pay the workmen tomorrow.

      IVANOFF. I haven’t the money.

      BORKIN. Many thanks. [Angrily] So you haven’t the money! And yet the workmen must be paid, mustn’t they?

      IVANOFF. I don’t know. Wait till my salary comes in on the first of the month.

      BORKIN. How is it possible to discuss anything with a man like you? Can’t you understand that the workmen are coming tomorrow morning and not on the first of the month?

      IVANOFF. How can I help it? I’ll be hanged if I can do anything about it now. And what do you mean by this irritating way you have of pestering me whenever I am trying to read or write or ——

      BORKIN. Must the workmen be paid or not, I ask you? But, good gracious! What is the use of talking to you! [Waves his hand] Do you think because you own an estate you can command the whole world? With your two thousand acres and your empty pockets you are like a man who has a cellar full of wine and no corkscrew. I have sold the oats as they stand in the field. Yes, sir! And tomorrow I shall sell the rye and the carriage horses. [He stamps up and down] Do you think I am going to stand upon ceremony with you? Certainly not! I am not that kind of a man!

      ANNA СКАЧАТЬ