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Uncle Vanya

Anton Chekhov
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  1. UNCLE VANYA
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  3. ANTON PAVLOVICH CHEKHOV
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  5. Contents
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  7. Characters
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  9. Act I
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  11. Act II
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  13. Act III
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  15. Act IV
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UNCLE VANYA

SCENES FROM COUNTRY LIFE IN FOUR ACTS

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ANTON PAVLOVICH CHEKHOV

Duke Classics

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Uncle Vanya
Scenes from Country Life in Four Acts
First published in 1899
ISBN 978-1-62011-713-2
Duke Classics
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Contents

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Characters
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV

Characters

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ALEXANDER SEREBRAKOFF, a retired professor

HELENA, his wife, twenty-seven years old

SONIA, his daughter by a former marriage

MME. VOITSKAYA, widow of a privy councilor, and mother of Serebrakoff's first wife

IVAN (VANYA) VOITSKI, her son

MICHAEL ASTROFF, a doctor

ILIA (WAFFLES) TELEGIN, an impoverished landowner

MARINA, an old nurse

A WORKMAN

The scene is laid on SEREBRAKOFF'S country place

Act I

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A country house on a terrace. In front of it a garden. In an avenue of trees, under an old poplar, stands a table set for tea, with a samovar, etc. Some benches and chairs stand near the table. On one of them is lying a guitar. A hammock is swung near the table. It is three o'clock in the afternoon of a cloudy day.

MARINA, a quiet, grey-haired, little old woman, is sitting at the table knitting a stocking.

ASTROFF is walking up and down near her.

MARINA. (Pouring some tea into a glass) Take a little tea, my son.

ASTROFF. (Takes the glass from her unwillingly) Somehow, I don't seem to want any.

MARINA. Then will you have a little vodka instead?

ASTROFF. No, I don't drink vodka every day, and besides, it is too hot now. (A pause) Tell me, nurse, how long have we known each other?

MARINA. (Thoughtfully) Let me see, how long is it? Lord—help me to remember. You first came here, into our parts—let me think—when was it? Sonia's mother was still alive—it was two winters before she died; that was eleven years ago—(thoughtfully) perhaps more.

ASTROFF. Have I changed much since then?

MARINA. Oh, yes. You were handsome and young then, and now you are an old man and not handsome any more. You drink, too.

ASTROFF. Yes, ten years have made me another man. And why? Because I am overworked. Nurse, I am on my feet from dawn till dusk. I know no rest; at night I tremble under my blankets for fear of being dragged out to visit some one who is sick; I have toiled without repose or a day's freedom since I have known you; could I help growing old? And then, existence is tedious, anyway; it is a senseless, dirty business, this life, and goes heavily. Every one about here is silly, and after living with them for two or three years one grows silly oneself. It is inevitable. (Twisting his moustache) See what a long moustache I have grown. A foolish, long moustache. Yes, I am as silly as the rest, nurse, but not as stupid; no, I have not grown stupid. Thank God, my brain is not addled yet, though my feelings have grown numb. I ask nothing, I need nothing, I love no one, unless it is yourself alone. (He kisses her head) I had a nurse just like you when I was a child.