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    Uncle Vanya: Scenes from country life
    Uncle Vanya: Scenes from country life
    Uncle Vanya: Scenes from country life
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    Uncle Vanya: Scenes from country life

    By Anton Chekhov

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    A masterpiece of modern drama, Uncle Vanya is one of the four major dramatic works by Anton Chekhov.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSovereign
    Release dateJun 8, 2012
    ISBN9781907832710
    Uncle Vanya: Scenes from country life
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    Anton Chekhov

    Anton Chekhov was born in 1860 in Southern Russia and moved to Moscow to study medicine. Whilst at university he sold short stories and sketches to magazines to raise money to support his family. His success and acclaim grew as both a writer of fiction and of plays whilst he continued to practice medicine. Ill health forced him to move from his country estate near Moscow to Yalta where he wrote some of his most famous work, and it was there that he married actress Olga Knipper. He died from tuberculosis in 1904.

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      Uncle Vanya - Anton Chekhov

      Anton Chekhov

      Uncle Vanya

      SCENES FROM COUNTRY LIFE

      IN FOUR ACTS

      New Edition, Plays by Anton Chekhov

      Published by Sovereign

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      This Edition

      First published in 2012

      Author: Anton Chekhov, Editor: Max Bollinger

      Copyright © 2012 Sovereign

      Cover design and artwork © 2012 urban-pic.co.uk

      All Rights Reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

      The greatest care has been taken in compiling this book. However, no responsibility can be accepted by the publishers or compilers for the accuracy of the information presented.

      ISBN: 9781907832703 (pbk)

      ISBN: 9781907832710 (ebk)

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      Table of Contents

      CAST

      ACT I

      ACT II

      ACT III

      ACT IV

      NOTES

      CAST

      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

      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.

      MARINA. Don’t you want a bite of something to eat?

      ASTROFF. No. During the third week of Lent I went to the epidemic at Malitskoi. It was eruptive typhoid. The peasants were all lying side by side in their huts, and the calves and pigs were running about the floor among the sick. Such dirt there was, and smoke! Unspeakable! I slaved among those people all day, not a crumb passed my lips, but when I got home there was still no rest for me; a switchman was carried in from the railroad; I laid him on the operating table and he went and died in my arms under chloroform, and then my feelings that should have been deadened awoke again, my conscience tortured me as if I had killed the man. I sat down and closed my eyes—like this—and thought: will our descendants two hundred years from now, for whom we are breaking the road, remember to give us a

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