but he seems perfectly fine now
Last night he was complaining of pains in his legs. But yes, he is well now.
The temperature of the samovar has decreased dramatically.
That’s ok, Ivan Ivanovich. We can drink it cold.
. I’ll be quiet now.
What a lovely day. There’s a cool breeze today
the forester is so old and sickly that I usually supervise everything myself.
Yes, everyone says you have a great love for the forests. And I’m sure that work is much appreciated, but doesn’t it distract you from your real calling? You’re a doctor, after all.
My real calling? Only God knows what we’re set on this earth for.
And the forests are interesting?
So very fascinating!
You’re very young, no more than thirty-six or thirty-seven. It can’t be as interesting as you’re saying. Just . . . trees? Sounds boring.
Sooner than a month this time, I hope?
Ivan Petrovich, you have been misbehaving again. Why must you annoy Maria Vasilyevna by insulting my husband’s career? And you argued with Alexander again today at lunch. How petty!
Even if I hate him?
Why hate Alexander? He’s no different than anyone else. He’s certainly not worse than you.
You should watch yourself sometime, the way you move. You are too lethargic to live!
“Too lethargic to live”? You think I’m lazy, bored perhaps? People belittle my husband, and they pity me for marrying him. “Oh, that poor woman with the old husband”! But I understand them. It’s like what Astrov was saying about the forests, that you will continue to destroy them until nothing is left. It’s also true of the way you destroy people. Soon there will be no loyalty, no purity, no impulse for noble self-sacrifice left in this world. Why can’t you look at a woman with indifference unless you already own her? The doctor was right. Every man is an engine of destruction. You annihilate the forests, the animals, the women, and even each other.
I am not a fan of this philosophy.
The doctor has an intriguing face: tired, anxious. Clearly, Sonya is attracted to him. She loves him. I understand it. He’s made three visits to our estate since I moved here. I’m bashful though, so I haven’t really talked to him. He probably thinks I’m stuck up. What do you think, Ivan Petrovich? Is it possible that the reason we have such a strong friendship is that we’re both so annoyingly dull? Don’t stare at me like that. You know I hate it when you look at me that way.
breathe the same air, bask in your beauty, listen to your enchanting voice
Be quiet! What if they hear you!
It will make me so happy
God, this is torture!
Who’s there? Sonya, is that you?
No, it’s me.
. I’m in terrible pain!
Your lap blanket has fallen off. I’ll shut the window.
It’s not the gout this time; it’s the arthritis. What time is it?
Twenty past midnight
. Why is it so hard to breathe?
You’re just tired. You haven’t slept much the last two nights.
By this point, all of you probably find me repulsive.
You make it sound like our faults that you’ve grown old.
Have patience, though. I’ll release you from this burden soon enough.
This is exhausting. Please be quiet.
here happy and living it up.
Enough already! This is so tiresome. I’m sick of it.
Yes, everyone’s sick of me.
I can’t stand this! What do you want from me?
Nothing.
Then will you please be quiet?
Don’t I have a right to a peaceful retirement and a little respect?
No one is challenging your rights.
The wind is picking up. It’s going to rain. I’d better shut the window.
No one questions your rights.
Especially if they won’t at least afford me the respect and benefits of my old age.
Be patient. In a few years I’ll be old too.
What time is it now?
Almost one