Performance (1992–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Uncle Vanya - full transcript

I don't want It, somehow.

A little vodka?

Not today, no. I can't drink It every day.
It's not good for me.

Nanny, how long
have we known each other?

How long? Oh, Lord, let me see.

You came here when?
Sonletskl's mother was still with us then

and you were here the last two winters
she was still. aUve. What's that?

11 years? More?

- How much have I changed?
- How much?

- Yes.
- Very much, I thlnk.

Then you were young. Now you're old.



I thlnk your looks have faded.

And your drinking, now...

- I've become a different man.
- That's true.

Why?

Whfl overwork, 5lmPl-Y-

On my feet all day, every day.

Every "Hm-

I go to sleep In fear
I'll be called out on a calL

In the years you've known me,
I've not had one, slngle, free day.

Do you know that?

How can I help but become old,
you tell me, llvlng sud! a llfe?

In the mldst of people, as you can see.

I thlnk of them as characters.

And you notice, as time passes,
bit by bit you become one of them.



(Chuckles) I ask you,
look at this moustadue. Whfl

To what purpose? Hm?

I've become some jolly type-

Not dead yet.

Some enthuslasms, some thoughts.

Quite subdued.

We could say subdued.

Dull, somehow.

Nothing that I want. Nothlng that I need.

No-one that I love.

Well, I love you, of course.

When I was young, do you know
I had a nurse who was exactly llke you?

- Eat.
- No.

Thlrd week In Lent...

I was called to Malltskol. Spotted fever.

There were rows of huts
and people In the huts,

slde by slde on the floor, Lylng In the filth.

Cattle llvlng In the bulldlngs with the slck,
and young plgs In the same room.

All day working, not a blte to eat.

Then I come home, thank God.

I lle down to rest and...

they bring In a swltduman, hlt by the traln,
and er...

and I get hlm on the table,
I'm going to start operating.

Then he dles under the dflomfonn.

All. right, at the moment I least required It,

my oonsdenoe chose to Inform me
I murdered hlm.

I sat down and I dosed my eyes
and I thought,

'100 years from now...
Mm, 100 years from now,

'those who come after us...

'for whom our Uves are showing the way,
will. they thlnk klndLy of us?

'Will they remember us
with a klnd word?'

Nurse, I wlsh to God I could thlnk so.

People won't remember, but God wllL

Thank you.

That was nloely sald.

(Footsie P5)

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Sleep well?

Yes. Very.

I tell you, slnoe the Herr und Frau Pmfessor
have come to vlslt,

my llfe has gone completely off the track.

I'm sleeping days. I'"1 "P 71'9"“-

I'm sewed all sorts of...je ne sals quol to eat.
I don't thlnk It's healthy.

I'm drlnklng wlnes. Used to be every day,
each moment ordered.

Work.

Thls... WelL

Well, Sonla's still working, of course,
but what am I dolng?

Eat. Sleep. Drink.

- It Isn't good.
- Modern ways.

- Absolutely right.
- The professor sleeps tlll noon.

I have the samovar
on the boll all momlng,

waltlng for hlm to get up.

Before then, we ate dlnner at noon, eh?
Llke people everywhere.

Now It's after slx.

He writes and reads all nlght.
Two o'clock In the momlng, there's a ring

and, 'What ls It, please?'
Excuse me, he wants tea.

Wake the house, please.
Put on the samovar. Modern ways.

How mud! longer are they here?

- 100 years. He wants to move here.
- No?

See, here's two hours
the samovar has been on the boll

and where are they? Out walking.

Don't fret. Here they come.

Magnificent, beautiful views.

- What a prospect.
- Oh, beautiful, Your Excellency.

Tomomm I'll take you
to the plantation, Papa.

- Would you llke that?
- Mm.

Ladles and gentlemen, tea ls sewed.

Do you mlnd, friends?
Would you please send It to my study?

I have a few things I have to do.

I know you'll llke the plantation.

It's hot, It's sweltering and
our great scholar dresses for December.

Quite a careful man.

But she... Magnificent, eh?

Now, that ls a stunning woman.

I don't thlnk I've ever seen
a more beautiful woman.

I'm so hiPW-

Whatever I do - walk In the garden,
look at this table...

Whatever I do, Marina Tlmovyevna,
I do It and I feel happiness.

(Nurse) God bless you.

The weather's magnificent.

The blrds are slnglng.

We Uve In peace and harmony.
What else could a man want?

Thank you.

And her eyes...

- Ivan Petrovldu.
- Yes?

Tell us something.

- What should I tell you?
- Tell us something. Something new.

Something new?

What's new? Everything3 old.
Nothlng's changed.

I am the same.

My old crew, my old mother,
still prates on of the rights of women,

her one eye on the grave and the other
In her books for the secret of llfe.

- And our professor?
- The professormgoes on as before.

He slts at hls desk
all day and half the nlght

and he...wrltes.

L plty the paper-

What's he dolng In there all day?

What's he working on?

(Asbov laughs)

Why doesn't he turn to
some magnificent subject llke...

hls autoblographfl God forbid.

(Laughs) Now, there's a book.

A worked-out academlc,
a salt cod, a learned stick,

gout, rheumatism, mlgralne...

hls llver inflamed with jealousy and envy,

llves on the estate of hls first wife
from dwloe?

No. Because he's too damn cheap
to Uve In town.

Thls man constantly prates
of hls misfortunes.

What are they? He has none.
The man llves under a duann.

The son of a poor deacon, eh?

A scholarshlp student at the seminary,
gets a degree, gets a teaching chalr.

Is known as Your Excellency.

Marries the daughter of a senator
and so on.

And I say forget that,
for this man ls so exceedingly fortunate

as to write and lecture about a subject of
whld! he knows less than not one thlng.

25 years, this wlse man
has been telling us about art

25 years, he's been reading
the works of others.

Talks aboutmreallsm, naturallsm,

spedous nonsense
which the clever have long known

and which the stupld do not care about.

He's been going to a dry well
with a broken bucket!

And yet, what self-Importance,
what pretenslon. Llvlng In retirement.

Not a llvlng soul knows who he ls.
Or cares.

And yet look at hlm.

He walks on earth llke,
'Yes. I am here. Among you.'

- You know, I belleve you're jealous.
- Yes, I am jealous.

What a success with women.

What a Don juan Is this man.

Who was hls first wife?

My sister, a transcendent beauty.

Pure as the blue sky.

Generous, noble.

Who had more
admirers than this man had students

and, God knows why,
loved hlm as only the pure angels love.

My mother, hls mother-In-law,

dates on hlm to this day.

To this day,
he lnsplres In her reverent awe.

And hls second wife, this...beauty

whom we just saw, perceptive woman...

married hlm - he was already old -

and gave up to hlm her youth,

her beauty, her freedom, her...luster.

For what? Why, I ask you?

- She stays faithful to hlm?
- Regrettably, yes.

- Regrettably?
- Yes. I will. tell. you why.

For a fldeUty Uke this
ls false from first to close.

It's composed of rhetoric, not of loglc.

And to cheat, to cheat on an old man
who revolts you, that ls Immoral,

but yourself lnmunhapplness,

to willfully squander your youth,
we can commend that, eh?

Please, no, don't speak llke that. No.

Someone who could betray
a wife or a husband

could just as easlly betray...
betray thelr country.

- Please, you're kllllng me.
- Please, Vanya, allow me.

My wife ran off from me
the day after our wedding.

L-I don't thlnk she llked me.

Have I, did I, forget my duty?
No. To this day, I love and revere her.

And to this day, I stay falthfuL

And I support her all I can.
That ls, I glve her all I have.

Yes, so that she could ralse
her dulldren...

that she got with the man that she loves.

Have I glven up happiness? Yes.

But I kept my pride.

What of her? Her youth has gone.
Her beauty, as It must, has faded.

And her lover has dled.

What does she have now?

- Nanny-?

You go talk to the peasants.
I'll see to the tea.

You know, I came to see your husband.

You wmte me he was deathly ill
with rheumatism, complications.

It seems he's In
the perfect plnk of health.

Last nlght he was llL

He complained of hls legs.
Though today you're right, he does seem fine.

He seems flne and
I have flat-out galloped 20 mlles.

Oh, never mlnd. It's not the first time.

I'll stay here tonight, If you don't mlnd.
At least I'll get some sleep.

Oh, lovely. It's so rare
that you stay the nlght here with us.

I don't expect you've eaten, have you?

No, many thanks.
And thank you kindly, no, I haven't, no.

Well, then, you'll get your sleep
and get your dlnner.

These days, we're not dlnlng untll slx.

Cold tea.

Yes, the heat In the samovar
has markedly deceased.

No matter, Ivan lvanydu,
we'll drink It cold.

Oh, begglng your pardon, madam,
not Ivan lvanyd! but llya llyldu, madam.

"Vi llyldu.

Some people have called me Waffles,
In referring to my pack-marked face.

Waffles.

Some years ago, I had the honor to
stand godfather to our Sonltduka.

And your husband, Hls Excellency,
knows me very well.

L...I'm llvlng here new, on the estate,

and er...
well, you may have noticed, madam,

that I have dlnner with you every day.

Ilya llyld! ls our good right hand.

' Ah!
_ Yes?

I forgot to tell Aleksandr.

I received a letter today from Kharkov.

Pavel Alekseyevld!
sent me hls new pamphlet.

- And ls It Interesting?
- Interesting, yes. But strange.

He's now refuting the very things
he was defending seven years ago.

How...how...

- What?
- How awfuL

Nothing awful In It. Happens all. the time.

Drink your tea, Maman.

NO.

- I want to talk.
- We all want to talk.

We've been talking.
We've been talklng the last 50 years.

50 years, we've been talking, reading,
writing pamphlets. I say, 'Enough.'

Why ls It you find It unpleasant
to hear me speak?

Excuse me, jean, but this last year
you've changed so much

I hardly know you.

You used to be a man of character,
a man of fine oplnlons,

an enlightened man. New...

Oh, yes, I was so enlightened.

It's unfortunate I llt the way for no one.

An enlightened man.
What worse could you say of me?

I'm 47 years of age.

Up to a year ago,
I felt the same way as you did.

L...joyed to cloud my mlnd with this...

this...rank scholastldsm
which we all. hold so dear

and not to see real llfe.
I knew that I was dolng right

Oh, what a fine man.

- Now, excuse me, If only you knew.
- How can we know If you don't tell us?

My nights are spent In vldous fury
at the llfe I've let sllp away from me.

I could have had everything In llfe.
Everything.

And I've had nothing!
And now I'm too old!

Oh, Uncle, It's depressing.

You're blaming your fonner convictions

but It's not your convictions
that are to blame. It's you.

Your convictions are nothing
in themselves. Like paint in a palette.

You should have got down to work.
Real work.

- 'Real' work?
- Yes.

We are not all. called forth, you know,
Uke your Herr Professor,

to go speaking, writing, spewing work
forth like some fann madrine!

- What do you mean by that?
- Grandmother, Uncle Vanya...

I'm sorry, I'm done, I'm sllent. Excuse me.

What a lovely day.

Not too hot

Excellent weather for suldde.

Please, ls the doctor here?

Please, Mlkhall Lvovldu,
they're looklng for you.

- Who?
- From the factory.

Oh, fine, that's fine.

Well, I have to go. Damn It.
What a shame.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Please come back for dlnner.

- Hm?
- After the factory.

Well, It'll be too late, won't It?
How could I?

How could I?

Look, friend...
get me a glass of vodka, will. you?

How? How?

What was that Ostrovskly play
about the man with the blg moustadue

and the small abllltles?

(Laughing) That's me!

Oh...

'Well, ladles and gentlemen,
I have the honor...'

If you should llke to stop by sometime,
perhaps, with Sofya Alexandrpvna here,

I'd be most delighted.

There's not a lot to see.

I only have the 30 acres.

But If It Interested you...

next to me we have a model orchard,
sud! as you won't flnd wlthln 800 mlles.

The state's plantation.

The overseer, the old forester,
he's usually ll], you see,

and actually,
I get to oversee the work myself.

- Yes, they told me you love the woods.
- Yes.

I suppose there's mud! good
to be done there.

Mud! good.

But my question ls doesn't that Interfere
with your real cafljng?

My real calling?

Oh, God knows what our real calllng ls.

The woods.

You find that Interesting?

Fasdnatlng, yes.

Yes. Fasdnatlng.

You don't seem that old.
Whatwouldwe say - 36,37?

So...

How Interesting can that be, really,
alone In the woods all day?

- I should thlnk It qulte monotonous.
- Oh, not at all, no.

It's qulte Interesting.

Every year, he plots new forests.

Or he makes a plan
to conserve the old ones.

He's reoelved both a medal
and a diploma for hls work.

And If you llsten to hlm,
you'll see what he means.

He says that forests embeUJsh the land,

that they lnstlll In man a love of beauty.

They ralse the mlnd.

They moderate the dlmate

and In countries with a mllder dlmate,
the people struggle less with nature.

So, In those lands, man ls mllder, gentler.

And the people In those lands
are more supple and beauHfuL

Thelr speech ls more refined.

Thelr movements are more gracefuL

They cultivate the arts and sdences,

there ls joy In thelr philosophy.

They treat women with nobleness.

Bravo, bravo! Magnificent
but not oonvlndng, my dear,

as I must perslst In fuellng my stoves

and bulldlng with those same woods
that you so prize.

- Burn peat In your stoves.
- Mm?

Bulld your barn of stones.

Do you understand?

Yes, sometimes we cut wood
out of necessity,

but why be wanton? Why?

Our forests fall before the ax -
bllllons of trees all peflshlng.

Homes of blrds and beasts
belng lald waste.

The level of our rivers falls
and they dry up.

And subllme landscapes disappear,
never to return.

Because man hasn't sense enough

to bend down and
plck fuel up from the ground.

Isn't this so?

I mean, what must man be
to destroy what he never can create?

God's glven man
reason and power of thought...

so that he may Improve hls lot.

And what do we use these powers for...
but waste?

We destroy the forest,
the rivers run dry...

and wlldllfe ls all but extinct,
the dlmate ls rulned.

And every day, every day,
wherever one looks,

one's llfe ls more hideous.

Oh, I see. You thlnk me amusing.

These seem to you the thoughts
of some poor eaaentflc. Mm?

We". perhaps.

Perhaps It's nalve, too, on my part.
Perhaps that's what you thlnk.

When I pass by the forest
that I've saved from the ax...

I hear the forest slgh.

I planted the forest.

And I thlnk perhaps...things may be
In our oontroL You understand?

Perhaps the dlmate Itself
ls In our contmL

Why not?

And If, In 1,000 years, man ls happy,

then I've been a part of that happiness.

A small part.

I plant the blrth tree, I watch it take root,

It grows, It slghs In the wlnd...

and I feel sud! pride.

We“...

Well, I must be off.

And of course, It's posslble
I'm just deluded.

I thank you for the honor
of your hospltallty.

- When will. you come see us agaln?
- I can't say.

Sooner than next month, I hope.

You, Ivan Petrovldu. What?
Have you fallen In one of your moods agaln?

Excuse me?

You were belng Impossible.

- Was I?
- Yes, you were.

Why are you baltlng your mother?

And this momlng, at breakfast,
you quarreled with Aleksandr.

- Mm-hm.
- Excuse me. How petty.

- Petty?
- Yes.

What If I...hate hlm?

Why should you hate hlm?

He's just llke everybody else.
He's no worse than you.

Oh, please.

Look at yourself. Your face.

Look at the way you move.
You're too lazy to llve, with your torpor.

- Too lazy to llve.
- Yes, you are.

Yes, I am.

And too bored. Do you know?

Everyone berates my husband.

Everyone berates hlm,
everybody pltles me.

'Oh, the poor woman,
saddled with sud! an old man.'

Yes, they're so conoemed for me.

Well, you must excuse me, but It's qulte
disgusting, don't you thlnlCP

Tell me, what has Astmv sald?

You cut down woodlands you cannot
replace and soon they will. be gone.

And you cut men down.

Mlndlessly. And...soon It will. be gone.

True feeling.

Purity, fldeUty, self-sacrifice -
It will. be gone. Do you understand?

You cannot, you...you do not...

Why can you not look with Indifference
on a woman who ls not your own?

Whfl Because the doctor ls right

There ls In each one of you a demon
of destruction, which spares nothlng.

Nelther forests, blrds,
nor women, nor each other. It's...

You know, I don't care mud!
for this philosophy.

He has a tired face.

- 'He'?
- The doctor.

Yes, he does.

An Interesting face.
A...nervous face, I thlnk.

Sonla finds hlm attractive.

I thlnk she's In love with hlm.

I understand It.

D'you know, he's come here
three tlmes slnoe I've been here

and I haven't once spoken with hlm
Properly?

What do you thlnlCP
He must thlnk me mean.

- Must he?
- Yes.

I've never shown hlm any kindness.

Do you know why we're sud!
good friends, Ivan Petrovldf!

- No.
- Because we're both tiresome people.

We're both dulL

Please don't look at me that way.
I don't llke It.

How else can I look at you? I love you.

I look and I see my llfe...
my happiness, my youth.

I know the duances you redprocate
my feelings are nothing. I want nothing.

Only that you pennlt me to look...
to hear your voloe.

Someone will. hear you.

Only that you let me speak...
to be near you.

Oh, God. Thls ls awfuL

(Thunder)

Who ls It? Sonla, Is that you?

No, It's me.

Ah, LInotdlka. I'm In paln. Help me.

Oh, your blankets felL

- I'll dose the windows.
- No!

It's stlfllng In here.

I domed off and I dreamt
my leg belonged to someone else

and I was woken by the paln.

I don't...l don't thlnk It's gout, you know.

I thlnk It's rheumatism.

What time ls It?

20 past 12.

In the momlng, please go to the llbrary,
look for the Batyushkov.

I thlnk we have hlm.

- Mm?
- In the momlng, please look for...

Please look for Batyushkov.
I recallwe had hlm.

- Why can I not breathe?
- Two nights with no sleep. You're tlred.

They say Turgenev developed anglna pectofls
from gout and I'll get It, too.

Damn old age.
Damn revolting, impotent, old age.

I am old and grew repulsive to myself.

And I'm sure you, too,
find It revolting to look at me.

You know, you speak of your old age

In a tone that suggests It's our fault
that you've grown old.

And I revolt you most of alL

(Rumbllng thunder)

You're right, of course.
I'm not stupld. I understand.

You're young, you're healthy
and you're beauHfuL

You want to llve and here am I,
an old man, more than one foot In the grave.

Isn't that right? Of course It's right

How foollsh I must feel to be still llvlng.
But be patient, soon I'll set you free.

I glve my word. A little longer.

God, no, please! I'm ready to collapse.

Be stl U, please.

Yes, yes, of course,
you're all ready to collapse.

You're ever bored, wasting your youth.

I'm the only one content as ls.

Be sllent. You're destroying me.

Yes, I'm destroying everyone, of course.

What do you want from me?

Nothing.

Well, then be qulet, wlll you?
Please. I beg you.

(Groani)

(Starts Playing)

Shh!

I tell you, most pecullar thlng.

Ivan Petrovldl, that dolt,
and Mariya Vasllyevna.

They begln holding forth, It's flne.

Everyone listens,
everyone's rapt attention.

I say one word and
the world feels utterly depressed.

Understand, the mere sound of my volce
they flnd repulsive.

Flne, fine. Let us stipulate I am repulsive.

I am a despot, I am that slck egolst
you all feel me to be.

Have I not earned It?

Have I not...
Am I not, I ask you, entitled to this?

A peaceful old age

and the least modlcum of consideration
from those around me?

No one disputes your rights.

I worked my whole llfe for sdence,
respected and honored.

I felt the slmple pleasures, once studled,
you know, In the lecture halls,

warm respect of one's peers.

And then I'm thrust...
thrust, for no apparent reason,

In this tomb among the mindless,

every day thelr prattle stuffing my ears.

I want to live. I worked for these things,
for sucuess, recognition, action.

Here I am In exlle. Every waking moment,
I am panglng for the past,

I can envy the success of others
or I can fear death.

And those three dwloes are my llfe.

I cannot, I cannot...

God, they begrudge me even my old age.

Have patience.

Flve or slx more years, I'll be old, too.

Papa, you sent for Dr Astmv.
New he's here and you don't want hlm.

Please, what do I tell. hlm,
now we've put hlm out for nothing?

What good can Astrov do me?

The man knows as mud! of medldne
as I do of bee-keeping.

What am I to do, please?
We sent for hlm.

He's a fool and I won't speak to hlm.

As you wlsh, then. Flne.

- What time ls It?
- Almost one.

I can't breathe.
Sonla, please, my drops on the table.

Just a moment.

No, not these, the drops I asked for,
for God's sake!

Some may appredate this peevlshness.
I don't.

Please spare me. I don't llke It.

I haven't the time. I need my rest.

- Tomorrow ls a working day.
- (Door opens)

There's a storm brewing outside.

- WIII you look at that?
- (Thunder)

Helen, Sonla, off to bed.

You are relieved.

Don't leave me with hlm.
He'll talk me to death.

- They need their rest.
- No.

They need thelr rest.
Two nights without sleep.

All. right, fine. The two of them to bed
and you, too, with my thanks, sincerely.

But I beg you, for our frlendshlp's sake,
please leave me alone.

- For...
- And we'll talk later.

- For our friendship? Our...
- Shh! Uncle Vanya.

My dear, don't leave me with hlm.
I'm qulte serious.

You know, this ls becoming funny.

- Nanny, you ought to be In bed. It's late.
- Well, flne!

The samovar ls on the table.
Easy to say, 'Go to bed.'

Everyone's up.
Everyone ls fatigued beyond measure.

I alone am happy. I am In ecstasy.

What ls It, little father, new? The legs?

My legs hurt me, too. I have the ralgla.
Ralgla all the day.

Your old complaint, I know.

Vera Petrovna rest In peace.

Sonletskl's salnted mother
took It so to heart when your legs hurt.

You know that she did.
She loved you so, that woman.

The old are llke the young.
They want someone to plty them.

But no one feels sorry for the old.

You go to bed now, little one.

I'll bring your llnden tea and
I'll wann your feet for you, yes I will!

And I will. pray for you.

NO, go OH.

I have the ralgla, too. I have It, too.
Paln In the legs.

Vera Petrovna would cry.
Anyone's paln moved her.

Sonletchka then sud! a little one.

Come along, my little father, now.

We are going to go to bed.

“ That'; “gm!
' (Hums)

(Thunder crashes)

I feel so tired by hlm, I can hardly stand.

Well, you're tlred by hlm,
I'm slck of myself.

Thls ls my thlrd nlght without sleep.
I'm tlred to nausea.

Thls ls not...a happy home.

Your mother loathes everything
In this world except her dear pamphlets.

And the professor...

The professor mlstrusts me.
He fears you.

- He...fears me?
- Yes, he does.

Sonla's angry with her father,

pettlsh with me, hasn't sald a slngle word
to me In two weeks. Not one word.

And you...hate my husband,
you desplse your mother

and make no effort to conceal It.

So I go around...
20 tlmes a day I'm on the edge of tears!

One would not say this ls a happy home.

Let's drop this discourse, shall we?

Ivan Petrovldl, you are
an educated man...a thoughtful man.

And I would expect you to see
or to accept, If you thought of It...

I'm llstenlng.

"That our world ls worsened, not by fires
or robbers. Do you understand?

By hate.

Our world ls destroyed by hate.

BY Petuness!

And your job should be to be strong
and not to grumble.

Not to carp, but slmply to recondle,
to make peace.

- I'd make my peace with you.
- Stop that right new!

I'd llke It If you left now.

Please.

Yes.

The raln ls endlng.

Everything will. be refreshed.

The earth exhales.

But I shall not be refreshed by
the coming of the passlng of the stonn.

All my llfe, day and night, I feel this.

My past has been
squandered on nonsense

and my present ls sunk In absurdity.
Isn't that something?

My one feellng ls for you.

Can I renounce It?

My one feellng In llfe.

And it's...dylng llke...

a ray of sun shone In a well
and I'm dylng.

You speak to me of love.

How am I to deal with that? I don't know.

I'm sorry, but It's true.

What do you expect?

I'm sorry. Forgive me.
I must say good night.

Colnddentally, though,
here, by my slde...

another llfe ls belng wasted In this house.

Whose could that be?

What an you waking hf? Eh?

For your “h h end?

What stupld, pointless pflndple
stands In your way?

You wastrel, you fool, do you
comprehend what I'm telling you?

Ivan Petrovldl...

are you drunk?

It very well could be.

Where ls the doctor?

He's spending the nlght In my room.

It could be.

It could be.

Anything could be.

And why have you been drinking?

Why?

Because It seems llke...llfe.

- Don't scold me, Helen.
- You never used to drink.

Well, I drink now.

No. And you never spoke so mud...

- Dldn't I? Well, perhaps It's...
- Go to bed.

You warn me.

L?

- My enchanted one,
- Please. Oh, please.

You disgust me.

(Slghs)

Ten years ago, I'd see her at my sister's.

She was 17.

I was 37.

I could have proposed to her
and now she'd be my wife.

(Thunder)

And both of us
would have been woken by the storm.

'The thunder frightened you? Shh.

'No. No, no. I'm here.

'I'm here.

'You needn't be afrald.'

And she...

(Slghs) Why In God's name am I old?
What's happened to me?

Wlth her damn pseudo-morality,

her lazy, stupld Intellect,

her...jargon notions
of the ruln of the wodd.

Who the hell does she thlnk she ls?

They cheated me.

I worshipped that man, thatmpltlful,
pox-ridden academic, our pmfessor,

and worked llke a slave for hlm.

And Sonla.

We squeezed the last dregs
out of this estate, llke slaves.

We sold the vegetable olL

We sold the curds, the peas.

We begrudged ourselves food
to save half-kopeks,

and sent thousands to hlm.

Why shouldn't we,
as proud as we were...

to a man of genius? We basked In It.

And new this man retires
and what does he leave? What woflCP

What?

What?

He leaves nothing.

Not a single page-

A nothing.

Unknown.

A fraud.

A vldous failure
who cheated a man who loved hlm.

(Door opens)

- Play something.
- The house ls asleep, slr.

Play n.

Ah.

All alone? No ladles? Hey?

(Starts Playing)

# The house ls flying

# The stove ls flying

# Where can the master make hls bed? #

The storm woke me up.
That was some rah.

- What time ls It, eh?
- I don't glve a damn.

I heardmYelena Andruyevna.

Probably.

Splendid woman.

Oh-ho-ho.

Lord help us when doctors disagree.

Is there a town whose pharmacy
Isn't represented here?

The whole reglon
must be slck of hls gout.

- You tell me. Is he slck or shammlng?
- He's slck.

And you. What's your complaint?

- Sympathetic nature?
- Leave me alone.

Or could you be slck with love...
for the lnvalld's wife?

- We're just friends.
- Already?

What can that mean?

A woman and a man can be friends
only at the end tenn of a sequence.

Flrst, acquaintance, then lovers
and then...that's right, friends.

A lovely, elegant philosophy.

TN“! so?

Yes, I confess, I'm becoming a vulgaflan.

I'm drunk, too.

I tell you, nonnally I...
I drink this mud! just once a month.

And when I am this drunk
I become arrogant

and brazen to the last degree.

And nothing, In that state,
will. faze me then.

I undertake and perform
the most dlfilcult feats, flawlessly.

See the future,
devlse the most elegant plans.

And during that tlme,
I no longer seem to myself

an awkward and useless
member of the world.

No, I seem, on the contrary,
a powerful, emotive force

with my own system of thought...
and philosophy.

And all of you, my dears...

for It's true, look as blg as mlcmbes.

Or some qulte, qulte unimportant thlng.

Would you play, please?

My friend, for you, as you know, anything.
But they're all asleep.

(Clatteflllfl)

PW-

- (P13755°57)
- Let's have a drink.

Come on.

I know there's some left.

And at dayllght we'll go to my place.
Up for It?

There's a fellow works for me,
says that the whole tlme. 'Up for It?'

Not a “we man.

You up for It?

(Footsteps on stairs)

Excuse me, I'm undressed.

(Door doses)

- Uncle Vanya.
- As you wllL

You've got drunk with the doctor agaln.

Two free voloes found each other
In the wlld and formed a pact.

Why do you do this...at your age?
You know, It's truly unattractive.

My age doesn't enter Into It.

No?

A man with nothlng...with no real Ufe...

subslsts on fantasy.

Then that's something In hls llfe.

The hay ls cut.

Every day It ralns and everything ls rotten

and you llve on fantasy.

You've thrown your work up.

I'm working alone. I'm tired.

You neglect your job. You...

- Uncle, are you crying?
- No, I'm-I'm not crylng.

I see the tears In your eyes.

Just now, do you know, you looked at me
just llke your dear mother?

Oh, my darflng sister...

where are you now?

Oh, my dear, If only you knew.

What ls It she should know?

It Isn't good.

It Isn't good.

It's nothing.

IIII go“ g

M I khal L Lvovlcrh?

- You're not asleep?
- Hello.

May I speak with you?

If It alds you to drink, please drink.

But I beg of you,
please do not let my uncle drink.

- It's so bad for hlm.
- So be It. We'll drink no more.

- I can count on you?
- Settled and signed.

And now I'll be getting home.

By the tlme they've harnessed,
the sun will. be up.

- Why not Walt tlll momlng?
- 0h-ho. No.

- It's ralnlng.
- (Sooffs)

The storm will. pass.

No, I...l thlnk that's the end of It.
No, I'll go.

Oh...one fling.

Please don't call me
for your father any more.

I tell hlm gout, he says rheumatism.

I say stay In bed, he slts up. I'm called
to see hlm and he doesn't speak to me.

He's dlfflcult.
Can I get you something to eat?

Y...es. I'll take something. Thank you.

They say that through hls Ufe
he was a great success with women.

And that women spelled hlm.

Here, have some cheese.

Today, I didn't eat a thlng.
Today, I drank.

Yes. Your father's dlfflcult.

May I?

Oh...

Mm.

You know, we're alone here.

Let me speak candidly, do you thlnlCP

I couldn't llve one month In this house.

And your father and hls gout.

And...your uncle with hls...
What ls It? Depression?

And your grandmother.

- Stepmother.
- My stepmother'!

It's nloe.
It should be godly to have beauty.

Beauty should be pure of face,
of dress, of the mlnd.

And here ls a beauHfuL.
a lovely woman...

and all she does ls eat, sleep...

and strolls through the day

to enchant us all. with that great beauty
which ls hers.

She does no more. She has no duties,
no responslbllltles.

Others work for her.

How can an Idle llfe be pure?

Have I gone too far?

Yeah. Perhaps I have.

I'm llke your Uncle Vanya.
Disappointed In llfe, become a detractor.

- Disappointed?
- Mm.

- In llfe?
- Not In llfe, no. In our llfe.

Our provlndal, our Russlan llfe.
I...hate It with the power of my souL

And my “h, my mm, personfl “h...

I am pleased to swear to God
there ls not one thlng good In It.

Huh.

When you walk through the woods...

If you walk through the woods at night...

If you have a glimmer,
a small gleam of llght before you...

then you needn't feel the nlght,

nor darkness or fatigue
nor the branches as they whlp your face.

But I, as you know,
work alone, llve alone.

There ls no one.

And those things which assall me...

as there ls no Ught before me
which could make my burden Ught,

so I expect nothing.
There ls nothlng for me.

And, you know...l don't Uke people.

And have, for the longest time,
loved no one.

- You've loved no one?
- No.

Oh, a certain affection. I feel affection,
for example, towards your nurse.

- You do?
- Yes.

Our peasants, so allve, llvlng In squalor.

What do we llve In?

Our intelligentsia.

Our good and...stupld friends.

Put It bluntly.
Do you see? Small concems.

Small thoughts and feelings.

And the brighter they are,
the worse they get.

Assalled by introspection.

And the analysis.
What's happened to the wortd.

And they whlne andmspew and slander.

Thls one's a psychopath
and that one's a phrase-monger.

And then...let them flnd
someone they can't plgeonhole,

he's a most pecullar man.

I love the forest, I don't eat meat.
A most pecullar man.

Where could we look to find

a slmple, unencumbered...

spontaneous relation
to our fellows In the world?

Where?

Nowhere.

Nowhere on this earth, I assure you.

Please, no more. Please don't drink.

- Why not?
- It Isn't llke you.

Is that what you thlnlCP

You're refined.

And you have a gentle voloe.

You, more than anyone I know,
are as you spoke of - beauHfuL

Why do you act In an ordinary way?

- I...
- You drink and you gamble.

- Do I?
- Please stop.

You say that people don't work to create,

but to destroy those glfts
they are glven from above.

Don't do It.

You don't have to do It.

Please.

Please, I implore you. Please.

I won't drink.

- You won't drink agaln.
- No.

- Glve me your word of honor.
- I glve It.

Thank you.

Basta, eh?

Ah.

I've sobered up.

Oh...I'm sober already.

And...

I shall stay so, as I vowed,
tlll the end of my days.

My time has passed. I'm old and jaded.
Overworked.

My feelings are blunt.

I've lost capadty for all. attachments.

What attracts me? What attracts me?

Beauty attracts me.

I can't remaln Indifferent to It.

Yelena Andreyevna, for example.
You see?

She could turn my head In a day.

But that's not love, now, ls It?

Oh.

(Plays melancholy tune)

(Show Playing)

- What ls It?
- Nothing.

What ls It?

You know In Lent I had a man dle
under the dulomfonn?

- It's time you forgot It.
- Mm.

If...

Would you tell me, Mlkhall Lvovld! -
If a friend of mlne...

If I had such a friend
or a younger slster of mlne, and you...

Suppose you discovered
that this glrt. loved you.

What would that make you feel?

I've no Idea.

I would suspect I wouldn't feel a thlng.

You'd feel ndthlng?

I thlnk...

What I thlnk ls...

I would glve her to understand
how I could never love her.

Er...

Could you perhaps ask me this later?

If am to go, I must go,
and the time ls now.

FareweU, my love. If we keep talking,
we'll. be talking tlll. noon.

(Chuckles)

I...

(Whispers) I thlnk I'll go this way,
If you pennlt me.

I fear your uncle will. detaln me here.

Bye.

He's told me nothing and yet I'm happy.

He keeps hls heart and hls soul from me
and yet I'm happy and I don't care.

Why am I so happy?

'A beautiful man,' I sald.

'You have a lovely voloe.'

Was that forward of me?

And I don't care. I don't thlnk so.
Why should I?

I love hls voloe.

And yet...

I spoke to hlm aboutmmy friend.

A younger sister.
And he didn't understand a word.

Oh, Lord,
how could you make me so plaln?

Last Sunday, at dlllfdl,
the woman behlnd me sald,

'She's so klnd and generous.
It's sud! a plty she's so plaln.'

'She's so plaln.'

(Footsie P5)

End of the storm.

Sud! peace In the alr.

- Where's the doctor?
- Gone.

- Sofy.
- What?

How long are you going to go on
belng angry with me?

We've done no harm to each other.
Why should we be enemles?

Don't you feel the...

- Nothing.
- I...

- Yes?
- I wanted to.

- I wanted to, too.
- Let's not be angry any more.

Wlth all my heart Oh, Lord!

That's good.

Thank you.

- Has Papa gone to bed?
- No.

He's still slttlng up.

Weeks at a time
we don't. speak tn each other.

God only knows why.

What's this?

Mlkhall Lvovld!
was havlng some supper.

WIII you drink with me?

I wllL

Bride rschaft?

Out of the same glass?

- WIII you klss me?
- I wllL

I wanted to make It up for so long.

I felt ashamed.

Why if! you crylng?

Why if! you crylng?

It's all right It's nothing.

Oh, Lord. Oh, I'm crying, too.

You were angry with me...

because you thlnk I married your father
for my own convenience.

If you belleve oaths,
I glve you my oath I married hlm for love.

I was drawn to hlm.

A famous man, a man of leamlng.

I was captivated by It.

But It was not reaL The love...

was not reaL

But I thought It was real at the time.

L-I thought It was reaL

And I'm not to blame, Sofy, but...

slnoe our wedding day,
you haven't stopped accusing me.

- I accused you?
- You did.

I could see It In your eyes.

Your clever and suspldous eyes,
looklng on.

And now we forget It.

You mustn't look llke that
on people, Sofy. It doesn't sult you.

And we must trust.

How can we Uve If we do not?

- I have to ask you, honestly...
- Yes?

- As a friend...
- Yes.

Are you happy?

NO.

I knew that.

And now, honestly...

would you have preferred
to have had a younger husband?

What a schoolgirl. you are.

Would you?

Yes.

I should have llked that.

All right What else?

Do you llke the doctor?

Very mud...

- Do I look foollsh? Do I?
- No!

- I am sure that I do.
- (Laughs)

Do you know,
though he's gone I hear hls voloe?

I do. I hear hls footsteps.

And If I look over by the dark window
I see hlm there.

'Mme say It!

Oh, I feel ashamed.

Should we talk In my room?

Do I look foollsh?

Yes, of course I do!

Tell me about hlm.

- What should I tell?
- Isn't he so dever?

Isn't he?

Beyond that, he can do things.

He...he heals. He heals people.

He plants.

Oh, my dear, It's so mud! more than that.

- It ls?
- Oh, yes.

It Isn't forests or blrds or medldne.

NO.

What he has ls talent, darflng.

Scope of mlnd.

He plants a tree

and when he plants It he sees,
or he's trying to see,

what comes of hls actlon In 1,000 years.

1,000 years, do you know?

He's thlnklng of the happiness of man.

- When you find such...beautlful people...
- Yes.

...they must be loved.

- He drinks.
- Yes, he does.

And he can be coarse. Hm? Coarse.

But a man of soul In Russla
cannot remaln spotless.

Show this man to me, I say, 'What of It?'

If you thlnk of hls llfe...
on the passable roads...

freezing, day and night.

Vast distances.

He mlnlsters to crude, barbarous folk,

thelr poverty, thelr Ignorance
around hlm constantly.

Disease.

A man who llves this llfe...

I wlsh you this happiness...

with all my souL

You deserve It. You deserve happlness.

I am just a dull, second-rank duaracter.

And my muslc and my husband's house
and my love affairs.

Throughout my entlre llfe,
that ls what I have been.

Yes, as a matter of fact,
when you come to thlnk of It...

I'm...qulte thoroughly unhappy.

And I will. never find It In this world.

Why an you laughing?

I feel so good.

“ WIII I play
\ Yessmeflflng?

- Good!
- I can't sleep. Play!

Good. Oh, you go ask your father.

Sometimes, when he ls ll],
muslc sometimes upsets.

- If he says It's all right, then I'll play.
- Good!

Oh! It's been so long slnoe I've played.

III_I_

and then I'll cry llke some damn fool!

(p09 barking)

(whistle)

- Is that you outside, Ephlm?
- (Man) It's me.

Yes. Could you please stop that?
The master's not well.

- At once.
- Thank you.

Here, dogs, come on.

(Whistles)

He says that we can't.

(Plano)

The Herr Professor has been
good enough as to express this -

that he wlshes that
we all should gather In the drawlng room

at one o'clock this aftemoon.

That's In...one quarter hour,

at which tlme he has some thlng
which he wlshes to share with the world.

Some buslness matter, probably.

What buslness? He has none any more.
He writes rubblsh, grumbles all day,

- envles the world and that's hls Ufe.
- Uncle.

All right, all right You're right

Educ how she walks, this woman.

Morbid with laziness.

A panorama of lnactlon.

- Bella.
- (Laughing) Must you prate all day?

Must you go on always?

I'm dylng of boredom.
ls there nothing to do?

There's no lack of things to do
If you wlsh to do them.

- Tell me one.
- Teach.

Treat the slck, care for the estate.

- Hah...
- Mud! to do.

When you and Papa weren't here,

Uncle and I would go to the market
and sell flour.

I wouldn't know how.
Besides, It doesn't Interest me.

In Ideological novels, people jump up

and declare they're going to teadr
or treat the slck.

How should I do that? just suddenly...

If you did It, you'd be drawn to It.
Oh, yes, my darflng.

You're bored. You don't know what to do.

There's no end to It, I know.
It's so contagious.

Uncle Vanya has It now
and he does nothing.

And follows you llke a cloud on a leash.

I put my own work down
to come over to chat.

I've grown so lazy.

And our doctor, Mlkhall Lvovldu,
who came once a month, If that,

ls here every day.

Turns hls back both on hls forests
and on hls medldne.

And “ves under your spa“.

- My spell?
- You sorcerer.

Oh, why are you langulshlng,
my dear, my splendor?

Awaken and pulse with llfe, you...

when the blood of mennald
courses through your velns.

Awaken h your mermakl “h.

Rlse to the heights
and plunge Into the fmthy brine.

Love with a water-spirit awaits you
in your guise as nalad of perfection.

And then the Herr Professor,
then all. of us,

will. ralse up our heads and say,

- 'Who Is that nymph?'
- Oh, will. you shut up?

- Dld I...
- It's cruel, cmeL

Oh, forgive me, my joy, forgive me.
I apologize. Forgive me. Peace.

An angel of patience
would become short with you. Admlt It.

As an offering of peace,
I will. present you with a bouquet of roses,

which flowers I have had the foresight
to have obtained this momlng.

Autumn roses. Sad roses.

For you.

- Sad autumn roses.
- (Laughing)

Already September.

How are we to Uve
through another winter here?

- Where's the doctor?
- Uncle Vanya's room.

He's writing something.

I'm glad Unde's gone.
I have to talk with you.

- About what?
- 'About what?'

- 'About what?'
- Oh, I'm s... Oh, there, there.

I'm plaln.

You have beautiful halr.

NO.

The homely woman's told,
'Oh, what beautiful halr.'

I've loved hlm for slx years. I love hlm
more than I love my own mother.

I hear hlm every moment...
and I feel hls hand.

I look at the door
and I thlnk, 'At any moment...'

I keep coming to you about hlm.
He's here, he looks right through me.

I have no hope and I know It.

Oh, God, glve me strength.

All. night I PraY-

I can't stop myself from going up to hlm.

I look In hls eyes.

I confessed yesterday to Uncle Vanya.

All the servants know I love hlm.

Everybody knows.

- What does he thlnlCP
- He doesn't notice me.

Aha. (Clears throat)

You know, he's a strange man.

Do you know what?

If...

Let me approach hlm. I'll. be discreet.

A most gentle hlnt. What do you thlnlCP

Well, really, how long can you go on
llvlng In uncertalntfl Yes?

Yes, good.

The quest-Jon - he loves you or doesn't.

- Oh...
- And can that be hard to know?

Now, don't you be embarrassed, my glrL
Don't you worry.

I will. be very gentle
and I'll. find the answer.

I'll probe hlm and he'll never know.

- (Chuckles) Yes or no?
- Er...

And if...if It's no...

then let hlm stop coming here.

Yes?

Yes. I thlnk so.

A“. fight! We“...

Well. begun ls nearly done.

We'll put the quest-Jon.

He was going to show me some maps.

Tell hlm that I want hlm.

- You'll. tell. me the truth?
- I wllL

Because I thlnk the truth,
no matter how bad,

ls never so bad as uncertainty.
I promlse you.

- You wlsh to see hls maps.
- That's right

- But In uncertainty, at least...
- Yes?

- ..Is hope.
- Excuse me?

No, you're right

Lord, Lord.

What ls worse than knowing someone's
secret and standing by, poweness?

Clearly, the man cares nothlng for her.

But why shouldn't he take her?
Granted, she's not beautiful,

but...for a country doctor hls age...

a klnd, pure, Intelligent gln. -
what's wrong with her for a wife?

Nothing.

Not a fling.

Poor dllld.

Ooh...

Llve In a gray world Uke this...

and you hear nothing but the banal
all day.

What everyone eats and drinks

and thinks.

And then this man appears.

Captivating man.

Handsome.

Llke a bright-colored moon
rose from the trees.

To yleld to sud! a man...

Vanya sald...
mennald's blood runs In your velns.

For once In your llfe, Indulge yourself.

Or should I not do that
for once In my llfe, as the man sald?

0nce...In my llfe.

And fly away from
all these sleepy countenanoes,

these dull faces of sameness!

Thls death In llfe.

Why should I not...

great coward that I am...

when the man comes here every day

and I knew every day
the reason that he comes?

Stained already.

I should fall on my knees before Sonla
and beg for forgiveness.

(Clears throat)

Momlng.

- Good momlng.
- Ha!

- You've come to see my drawings.
- Yesterday, you sald you'd show me

- some maps you were working on.
- I have them.

- Are you free?
- I am.

Please.

Thank you.

- Where were you born?
- In Petersburg.

- Where did you study?
- The Conservatory.

Ah, you may find
that this won't Interest you.

Well, no? Why not?

It's true I don't know the country,
the topography.

- Indeed.
- But I have read a great deal and er...

I have my own work table here,
you know, In Ivan Petrovldfs room.

And when I'm on
the polnt of extreme exhaust-Jon,

I forsake my practice and I steal away
and spend an hour or two over my maps.

Ivan Petrovld! and Sofy Alexandrovna,
dlcklng away at the abacus

and I'm seated beslde them
at my work table, palntlng away.

I'm warm. Everything3 qulet.

I am at peace. Hear the crickets outside.
Totally at peace.

Once a month, perhaps.
Not so very often.

All right.

(Qhughs)

Oh.

- (Laughs) Enn...
- Ah, yes.

Ah, look here.

We have our district 50 years ago.

New, the dark and the light green
lndlcate the forests.

As you see, half of the whole ls wooded.

- Mm.
- Now...

Where we can find
green cnosshatcrhed with red...

- Mm-hm?
- It means the range of elks and goats.

And we show
both the flora and fauna here.

Enn...on the lake
we have swans, geese, ducks.

As the old folk say, 'a power of blrds'.

(laughs)

As they would say,
'Far as the eye can see, and further.'

A cloud of blrds flying. Enn...

We have the villages and the hamlets.

And here and there are very small. farms,
outposts, reUglous encampments...

water mllls and mud! cattle.

Horned cattle, and horses.

Y... These are marked In blue.

Now, in this district, for instance,

we have the blue lald on thlck.

New, there were great herds here.

And each lndlvldual household
had, on the average, three horses.

(laughs)

Em...

And here, 25 years have passed.

(Slghs) Already, we see only one thlrd
of the area ls tlmbered.

Goats are gone.

We still see elk occasionally.

Mm...but the blue and the green...
are vanlshlng.

And so on. As we go...

down to the thlrd rendition...

where we have our district as It ls today.
There's...

no solld green, just the occasional patch.

And the elk and the...
swans and the geese have disappeared.

There are no game um,
grouse are gone.

And...

we flnd no trace of the old settlements.

- Mm.
- In short, we have here a perfect plcture

of a gradual and relentless decay,

which In...ten or twelve more years
will. be totally complete

and the land will. be dead.

You say, 'Flne.' You say enn...

'Deep, cultural Influences are at work

'and the old llfe must naturally
glve way to the new.'

And I would agree with you
If, In place of dedmated forests...

we had Industry, rail roads...

schools under oonstructlonmmlfls.

And If the populace were happler and...

better employed, In better health.

But what do we have here? We...

We have the same swamps.

The same mosquitoes,
the same lack of roads.

The same typhus, diphtheria, rickets, er...
diseases of poverty.

The same eternal fires.

So, what we see Is this -

a struggle for existence
beyond human strength,

where we degenerate
In Ignorance and sloth.

And so man...freezlng...

starving, diseased man...

to preserve the last vestlge of hls llfe,

to save hls dulldren...

reaches out, reflexlvely...

to stave off hls hunger,
warm hlm, feed hlm,

In hls anlmaL..fear, and destroys...

with no thought for tomomm...

so that nearly everything...
has been destroyed...

and nothing new brought Into belng.

I see this doesn't Interest you.

But I understand so little of It.

Ah, but apart from that...
it holds no Interest for you.

I must admlt...my mlnd ls on...
other things.

L SEQ.

Forgive me.

Not at a“.

And enn...

Mm. What preoccupied me was, In fact...

- I don't know where to begln!
- Please.

It was, In fact... Hm...an lntemgaflon.

- An lnternogatlon?
- Yes. A harmless one. If I may.

No, no, slt, slt!

Er...the matter conoems...
a certain friend of mlne.

A young friend.

Oh...may we, do you thlnk, as people
of the world may we speak frankly?

Of course.

And that the things we say,
we never spoke of. Do you understand?

I do.

The matter conoems
my step-daughter, Sonla.

Yes?

What are your feellngs for her?

- I respect her.
- Hm.

And your feellngs for her as a woman?

- My feellngs for her...?
- Yes.

I have none.

Aha. WelL..two more words
and I'm done.

Have you...perhaps...
remarked her attitude towards you latelfl

NO.

Well, I'm done.

You don't love Sonla. And you will. not.

Now, she ls suffering.

And I ask your compassion...
and that you stop oomlng here.

Aha.

Aha.

Well, It's late. I-l see that I have stayed...

You know, I really don't have the time
to come here.

Lord. What a sordid interview.
Forgive me.

Oh...it upsets me so.

I feel as If I've just worked
two days In the fields.

Well, we're done. Thank God It's over,
and we never spoke of It at alL

Hue.

And now you must leave.

Mm? You see that?

Oh, my goodness! I've gone qulte red.

Even If you'd approached me
a month ago...

NO.

Yes. I would have considered It.

And If she's suffering, of course...
If the glrl. ls...

Mm-hm.

...suFferlng.

Ah.

I understand.

- You understand what?
- Well, to belabor the obvious...

enn...when you know...

how one has to feel towards Sonla.

- But why the Interrogation?
- I don't understand.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

And I walked Into your trap, didn't I, now?

(laughs)

All worry over the poor glflls feelings.

'And what do you feel now, as a man,
dear Doctor?'

And, 'Why have you been coming here
the whole month, every day?

'Could we know your true feelings?'

All right.

All right, I'll tell you without the duarade.

I confess It. I'm yours.

I surrender.

I'm yours.

Take me away.

Are you out of your mlnd?

Oh, Lord, you're tlmld.

I've confessed It.

Your sweet ruse has forced It out of me.

Well, I'm going to tell you something.

I'm better than you thlnk I am.

I am nobler than you thlnk
and I swear It to you.

All right I'll take my leave of you.

Thls ls the last of me but...

where shall we meet?

Say It. Quickly.
Say It whlle we have a moment.

Where do we meet? And...

- one klss?
- I swear before God...

Ah. Ah.

No need to swear.
No need for words at a“.

How beautiful you are.

Your face.

Please go away.

Tell me where we're going to meet
tomomm. Tell me.

“O!

It's over. It's dedded.

- Have plty on me!
- I surely won't.

Pleasemleave me.

Please.

By the orchard.

Two o'clock.

Yes.

No, let go.

No, please let me go.

- (Door opens)
- Oh, God!

Oh, my God. My God.

(laughs)

Very well. Never mlnd.

And today, my dear friend...
(Clears throat) ..the weather...

Wouldn't you say the weather...
which looked so d.oudy formerly,

has changed? And the sun ls out and...

In what we must say has turned Into
a splendid aftemoon.

Winter crops are qulte good, actually.

Only mark against It
ls the days grow short.

And what can anyone do about that?

I would entreat you, please,
to exerdse all of your Influence

to see that my husband and I
qult this place at once.

- Thls aftemoon. Do you hear?
- Yes.

Dld you hear me? Today.

Yes. Well, you know, Helen,
I saw the whole thlng.

Tell me you heard what I sald.
We are leaving heremtoday.

You know, Your Excellency,

I myself am feellng
somewhat other than well today.

For the last two days, my head...

- my head, espedally, doesn't feel well.
- Where are the others?

I hear...

Where are they?

I hate this house.
Why should I llve In a labyrinth?

26 rooms, everybody wandering.

Please ask the others In here.

- What did he say?
- Not now.

You're trembllng. Are you trembling?

That ls It

Aha. Oh. I understand.

He won't be staying around here
any more.

That's It, yes?

Tell It to me. Yes?

(Professor) You know, a man
could reoondle himself to Ill. health,

but I cannot learn to llve the country llfe.
I can't stand It.

I feel llke I've spun off the earth
and landed.

Sonla.

Sonla.

Flne. She Ignores me.

Nurse, you come In here, too, please.

And now, If you please,
ladles and gentlemen,

If you could, If I may, llke a sunflower,
turn your attentive heads.

If It's the case that I'm not needed here...

Oh, no, you're needed here, you of a“.

Then, If It please you,
what do you require?

Please? Require?

Why are you angry? Are you mad at me?
If I'm gullty, I beg your forgiveness.

Flne. Flne. What ls It?
What do you want?

And here ls Maman.

Ladles and gentlemen, new I'll begln.

I have summoned you here, dtlnens,

to Inform you that the Inspector General
has chosen to pay us a vlslt.

Joking aslde, then, In a serious veln,

I've asked you here
for your help and advlce,

knowing your gradousness,
In full hope that I shall reoelve them.

L...am a scholar, I'm a man of books.

I've long been a stranger to
the lntflcades, the vagaries,

of buslness llfe.

I could not llve without the help and
guidance of practical folk, that ls true.

So, I come to you, Ivan Petrovldl,

Yelena, Maman,

llya llyldu, an old man, not a well man,

who sees from hls age 'Manet omnes
una nox' - one nlght awaits everyone -

that time and tlde happen to us all

and at the end of hls llfe, turns to regulate
the questions of hls property

In so far as they touch and oonoem
those around hlm, hls family.

Now, my llfe ls flnlshed but I possess
a young wife, a daughter still a dulld,

and for us to continue
llvlng In the country ls not posslble.

We're not made to llve a country llfe
and neither can we llve In tmvn

on Income of the magnitude
which this estate provides.

New, we could, for example,
sell the forest,

a measure which ls both extreme
and non-renewable.

Once sold, It ylelds no further Income.

So, where could we seek
to find a strategy

which provides us with both a deflnlte
and still. a permanent means of support?

I've searched for,
and I thlnk found, that strategy

and now I have the honor
of presenting It to you.

In broad strokes, In general outline,

our estate ylelds on the average
a galn of, say, two per cent.

I propose to sell It.

If we sell the estate
and Invest In Interest-bearing bonds,

we reoelve four to five per cent.
Four to five.

And I thlnk we should even have
a surplus of suFfldent funds

to purchase a vllla In Flnland.

Excuse me, I'm...I'm sorry,
er...would you repeat what you sald?

I will, with the proceeds,
Invest In Interest-bearing bonds

and, with sud! resldue as there ls,
purchase a small home In Flnland.

Yes.

No, not the Flnland part. You sald
'the proceeds'. The proceeds of what?

The sale of the estate.

- You're going to sell the estate?
- I propose to sell It, yes.

Ah, yes, that was the thlng
that caught my attention.

You're going to sell the estate.

And where do I go?
And Sonla here, please?

And my mother, If I may be so plcayune.

Certainly. All In good time.

- One can't do everything at once.
- No, one cannot

And, speaklng of human Ignorance,
I had always supposed

that this estate, whld! you are
going to sell, belonged to Sonla here.

- I...
- If I may.

As my late father bought this estate
as a dowry for my slster

so that It passed,
In my Ignorance to look upon the law,

from my slster to Sonla here,
to whom It belongs.

And who disputes It? Certainly.
Of course It belongs to Sonla,

without whose consent
one could not thlnk to sell It

and...and for whose benefit
It shall. be sold. For Sonla.

Am I out of my mlnd? Am I raving?
Why are we llstenlng to this?

/ Jean! Jean!
,whY'-’

Please don't contradict Aleksandr.

Please belleve me,
he knows what ls right...

Someonemget me a glass of water.

Oh, say whatever you want to say.
Say whatever you want.

(Aleksandr)
Why do you inflame yourself?

Do I say my plan ls Ideal?

It's a plan.

It's just a plan!

And If It's found unsuitable,
I shall discard It.

- Your Excellency.
- Please.

I myself, as I thlnk you know,

possess, over and above my reverence
for your leamlng...

- Yes.
- ..a feellng of klnshlp, as well,

which brings me close to you.

My...bmther, as I thlnk you know,
Gregori llyldu,

hls bmther-In-law,
Emflmovld! Lakedemov,

- he held a degree...
- If you please, Waffles, not new.

As I say, an MA, a degree.

We're talking buslness.

All right.

- Ask hlm.
- Ask hlm what?

The estate
was purchased from hls uncle.

Oh, was It now?

Yes, It was, for the price at that tlme. Yes.

It was. Yes.

For the price of 95,000 roubles...

of which my father pald out 70,
leaving a debt outstanding of E.

Are you following this?

Because this estate
could not have been bought

had I not renounced my share, eh,
of my Inheritance

In favor of my sister,
whom I dearly loved.

And additionally...

And additionally, had I not
tolled Uke an ox, which I have done,

working here for ten years
to discharge the remalnlng debt,

- which I have done...
- I'm sorry that I brought It up.

...and cleared the estate,

which ls clear and free thanks to me,
thanks to my efforts,

and here, you come In here and
propose thrvwlng me out Into the snow?

I don't understand
what you're trylng to aazompllsh.

I have managed this estate for 25 years.

I have slaved and sent you money
llke the good steward.

And not once, during that time,

have you thought to thlnk of
the man who worked for you. Not once.

For 25 years you have sent me the
magnificent sum of 500 roubles a year,

500 roubles a year!

And not once have you thought
to Increase It!

- Ivan Petrovldl...
- 25 years!

Ivan Petrovldl, I'm not a practical man.

I mean, you could have ralsed It
any time you chose.

Oh, I see. I should have stolen.

And new you desplse me because
I'm not a thlef. I should have stolen

- and I wouldn't be a pauper new.
- jean.

25 years I've llved
llke a mouse In the walL

My mother and I, our thoughts and feellngs
were towards you alone.

We talked by day of your work,
of our pride In you.

We uttered your name in awe. Our nights
were spent reading your periodicals,

your pubUcatlons,
which now fill. me with dlsgust!

Vanya, don't. Please! I beg you.

I don't understand
what you thlnk you want.

You were a maglc belng to us
and we knew your words by heart

My eyes are open new.

You wrote about art.
You...know nothing about art.

You have no soul!

You are a phlllstlne.

A fraud.

A swlne who feeds upon
the leavlngs of hls betters! You...you...

- I beg you, make hlm stop.
- You bullt us...

Ivan Petrovldl, I lnslst you stop.
Do you hear me?

No, I will. not stop!

No, I'm not done! I'm not flnlshed yet!
You've rulned my llfe!

I've lost the best years of my llfe for you!

You assassin, you thlef! I've...
You've rulned my Ufe!

What ls It you thlnk you want?

How can you speak to me llke that?
What right do you have? Nothing.

You are nothing.

You want the estate? It's yours.

Take It, take It. I have no need of It.

I can't stand this hell any more.
I can't bear It I'm leaving.

My llfe ls rulned. My llfe ls a waste.

I've rulned It.
Talent, lntefljgenoemoourage!

I could have been a Schopenhauer.

I could have been...a new Dostoyevsky.

I could have designed a new phllosoph...

Oh, my God, what am I saying?
I'm loslng my mlnd.

Mama. Mama.

Help me. Help me.

- I'm In paln. Mama!
- Do as Aleksandr tells you.

Mama.

Oh, M... What am I to do?
Tell me. Tell me.

All right, then.

I know what I'll do.

You thlnk you'll forget me.

Nanny...

My friends, Inform me what ls going on.

Take hlm away from me.

Am I supposed to llve under one roof
with that?

He llves right here.
Move hlm away from me new.

To the village. To one of the outbuildings.

Now. Or I shall have to leave.
And I wlll, you hear me?

But I will. not Uve In this house
with that man.

We are leaving here today. Please!

May we start the arrangements, please?

- That nothing of a man!
- Please, Papa. Be merdfuL Please.

We are so unhappy, Uncle and I.
Please be charitable.

You remember when we were young?

Uncle and I spent our nights translating
your books for you. You remember'!

Copying out your texts.

All. those nights,
all. those nights we spent, Uncle and I.

We worked without rest.
We didn't spend a kopek on ourselves!

We sent It all to you!

We worked, Papa, we earned our bread!

It's coming out wrong.
No, but Papa, I'm saylng It wrong.

But hear what I'm saying, Papa, please.

Understand us. Be charitable.

Aleksandr...

You have It out.
You have It all out with hlm.

I beg you.

I beg you.

- Very well.
- Thank you.

- I shall speak to hlm.
- Yes.

- Dld I accuse hlm?
- No.

- What did I accuse hlm of?
- Nothing.

I'm not angry with hlm,
but hls actions toward me

we must say, dlarltably,
they are strange.

How, er... WelL Very well.
To please you, I'll go and speak to hlm.

Be gentle with hlm.

- Be calm. Try to calm hlm.
- Shh!

There... Shh, shh, shh. Llttle one.

Shh.

There, there. The geese cackle.

The geese cackle, then they stop.
They cackle, then they stop.

- Nanny!
- Shh, shh.

You geese! Stop It!

Stop It now!

- (Gunshot)
- Oh, God!

Stop hlm! Stop hlm! He's gone mad!

- Get me a... (Screams)
- Where Is he? Ah!

Bills! NO.

All. right...

All. right...

(Breathes heavily)

One more time.

(Pistol clicks)

NO.

Oh, no.

Damn.

Damn this.

Damn.

KILL me. Take me away from here
or klll. me, but I can't stay here. I can't.

What do I thlnk I'm dolng?

If you want to flnlsh It, you'd better hurry.

- There's not mud! left.
- They'll be calllng us soon.

To say goodbye. They've already
called down for the horses.

- There's not much left.
- They're going to Kharkov, to Uve there.

- And so mud! the better.
- They had a bad trauma here.

Yelena Andreyevna says,
'l don't want to stay here.'

She keeps on saying, 'We must go.

'We'll. stay In Kharkov for a while,'
she says, 'to have a look around,

'and then we'll send for our things.'

- They're traveling llght.
- Hm.

It seems, Marina Tlmovyevna,

It seems that they're not predestined
to be llvlng here.

- Fake predesflnaflon.
- We“, so much the better.

- A scene worthy of an artist's pen.
- Oh...

My old eyes won't take It any more.

Well, we'll llve agaln as we used to.
I know we wllL

In the old ways.

Wlth tea at seven and dlnner at twelve.

And In the evening,
we slt down to supper.

As we always did, as Christians.

I haven't tasted simple, human, noodles
for a long, long time.

Black with sln as I am.

Yes, It's qulte a whlle
slnoe we've had noodles, It's true.

Quite a long while.

Thls momlng, Marina Tlmovyevna,
this momlng I'm walking through the village

and a shopkeeper shouts after me.

'Hey, freeloader! Hey, deadbeat!'

And how did I feel then?

Oh, don't pay no mlnd to them,
my darflng.

We're all freeloaders In the slght of God,
llvlng on nothing.

Sonla, Ivan Petrovldl, all of us.

No one slts around
dolng not one, blessed thlng

whlle the whole world tolls.

Where ls Sonla?

Sonla's In the garden with the doctor.
They're still looking for Ivan Petrovldu.

- But are they?
- Afraid he mlghtmdo harm to himself.

But where ls the pistol?

- I hld It In the root cellar.
- Oh, mercy.

Leave me alone!
WIII you leave me, please?

Please leave me. Please.
If only for an hour.

- Spare me this bodyguard.
- Yes, of course, Vanya.

- The gander! 'Ga-ga-ga.'
- Leave me.

For my part, with the greatest joy.
Ought to have left a decent tlme ago.

As I sald, though, I will. not do so

- untll you return what you took from me.
- I took nothing from you.

I'm speaklng In all frankness. Do not
detaln me. I should have gone long ago!

I took nothing from you.
What are you saylng, eh?

All right.

If you wlsh, I'll slt here for a whlle.

Then, If you obllge me, subdue you,
blnd you and search you. My word on It.

As you wlsh.

The worst of It alL..

Fool of the wodd,
ls to have shot twice...

and bwlce to have mlssed hlm.

I can never forgive myself for that. Never.

If the mode for shooting struck you,
why not shoot yourself?

Myself?

I'll tell you an oddity.

A man, myself, attempts murder.

Do they arrest hlm? No. Whfl

Obviously, as I am regarded as Insane.

I'm thought to be mad.

But a man who cloaks
hls hearflessness, hls cruelty,

hls...hls swlnlshness, If you will,

a man who hldes behlnd a vell
of false adulevement,

this wilard, this genius, this exploiter,
he is not mad.

A beautiful woman marries this old man

and, In the slght of the world,
betrays hlm. I saw what you did.

That's right, I did. And you can go to helL

And you.

You are not mad.
The earth ls mad to support you.

- Quite poetic
- I'm a madman. I'm not responsible.

- Oh...
- I can say what I wlsh.

- That's a lovely trick.
- Is It?

You're not a madman.

- What am I?
- You're a fooL

Tlme I thought...
I used to thlnk the foollsh,

the deranged, the Irresponsible are slck.

They're not slck. They're nonnaL

You're qulte well.

Oh, God, I'm so ashamed.

You cannot know the shame I feeL

How can I stand It, how can I llve with It?
Tell me, what can I do?

Nothing.

Glve me something to take.

Oh, God, I'm 47 years of age.

If I llve tlll 60, I'll have to llve...
another 13 more years.

How can I llve through that?

What can I do, what can I do
with all those years? You see...

You see, If I could begln anew...

If I couldmllve the rest of my llfe out
In some different way,

If that were possible, as people do,
to begln anew,

to...wake up each day
and say, "Today ls a new day.'

If I could lose the past, If I could do that,

tell me...how can a man begln anew
and start a new llfe?

Shut up, M“. you? WM. you go away?

What are you plaguing me with,
to start anew?

We cannot start anew, you or I.

Thls or that that we're llvlng,
you know, ls our llfe.

- It Is?
- Quite.

Glve me something to take.
I have a paln here.

5% It!

Now, “stem to me.

People who llve after us...
In 100 or 200 years, you know?

Do you know what they will. feel?

They will. desplse us
for our stupld and lnslpld Uves.

And perhaps they will. know
how to be happy.

We, however...

But for you and I there ls but one hope.
You know what that hope ls?

When we're dead, lylng In our graves,

vlslons may vlslt us.

And they are of peace. Oh, yes.

Dear friend...

we've said...in this district
we flnd but two decent, cultivated men.

And then we spoke of ourselves.
But this last decade has undone us.

Llfe has sucked us In, this foul,
phlUstlne Ufe, and It's corrupted us.

What a shocking surprise.
We've turned out llke the rest.

But we change the subject.
Glve me what you took.

I took nothing from you.

You took a large bottle of morphlne
from my medldne case.

If you're set on kllllng yourself,
take your gun and go off In the woods.

But glve me back the drug,
or people will. say I gave It to you.

It's enough
I have to pronounce you dead

and cut you open.
Can you thlnk I'll enjoy that?

Leave me alone.

Sofia Alexandrovna, your uncle
has fllched a phlaL of morphla from me

- and he won't glve It back.
- Is this true?

It ls true. Please tell hlm
It's rather dandy of hlm, If nothing else.

And that I must leave
and must have It returned.

Glve It back, Uncle.

Why must you frighten us? Glve It back.

Uncle Vanya,
am I more happy than you? Am I?

Do I go about despairing?

I bear my llfe, and shall,

tlll my llfe comes to Its natural end,
and so must you, please. Glve It back.

Glve It up to me!

Sweet Uncle, glve It back.

Please, sweet one, please. Be klnd.

You who are so klndmtake plty on me!

Glve the bottle back!

Uncle!

Take the thlng.

Here.

I need work, I must work.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Now I must turn my hand to something
but I-l can't...

Yes, I understand.
As soon as they've gone, we'lL..

- Yes.
- We'll slt down and...

- Yes, yes.
- ..we'lL..

Thank you. Thank you, a“.

And now I'm on my way.

Ivan Petrovldl, are you here?

Please go to Aleksandr.

He has something he wlshes to say.

Go, Uncle.

Come, we'll go In together.

You and Papa have to make It up,
you know that.

I'm leaving.

Goodbye.

Leaving alreadfl

- The horses are here.
- Goodbye.

Today, you promised me
you'd move away from here.

Yes, I remember. I wlll, presently.

You're frightened.

Yes.

Then stay.

Stay. 51137-

Tomomm In the orchard?

NO.

We're going-

Whld! ls the reason I can look at you.

One thlng. I should llke you,
when you thlnk of me...

to thlnk well of me, If you can.

I should llke you to respect me.

I beg you to stBY-

I beg you to stBY-

Admlt It, there's not one thlng In the world
for you to go to.

Sooner or later,
you shall have to face the fact.

In Kharkov. In Kursk. Somewhere.

Why not here? Right now? Hm?

And justmthmw It up and begln agaln.

Mm?

Rlghtmow.

Hm?

It's a lovely autumn.

And...we have orchards and...

run-down country homes
right out of Turgenev.

You're funny. You're a funny man.

Am I?

And I'm angry with you.

(Slghs)

H“ son-y.

But I'll thlnk of you with pleasure.

Why': that?

You're an oflglnaL

We'll. never see each other agaln.

I'll tell you. Why hlde It?

I was tempted W W“-

I wasmtaken with you.

So... Good.

We shake hands and part friends.
Please.

Don't thlnk Ill of me.

Yes. Goodbye, then.

Er...

You know, I'll tell you something.
It's... Thls ls strange.

You see, I'm sure you are
a good, warm-hearted person.

But yet what ls there In your nature?

Something.

You and your husband, you come here.
Industrious people drop thelr work,

they neglect thelr dutles,
they waste...months, mlnlsteflng to you...

llstenlng to you, bunlng around you...

worrying for your husband's gout and
your wishes for this and the other thing.

And all become entangled
In your idleness. How Is that?

I was Infected.

One whole month, I haven't done a thlng.

People are falllng llL

The peasants graze thelr cattle
In my new-planted tnees.

All I care about ls...

decayed.

Your husband and you,
where you light...

you spread decay.

I've overstated myself. Yet...

And...and...

Had you stayed...

I feel something...

something terflble...for me and for you, too,
would have come to pass.

You know It, too. Oh, yes, you do.

You know It, too.

So, flnlta la oommedla.

Go. Goodbye.

I take this pendl as a memento.

That's something, Isn't It?

You come, we meet.
Suddenly, you're gone.

That's the way the world ls, It seems.

Do this, though. No one here.

Before Vanya comes
with some bouquet for you.

A klss. One klss. Yes?

For goodbye. Yes?

All right, that's done, that's done.
And all's well.

- I wlsh you all the best.
- As I wlsh you.

And whatever...

W-Whatever the...

Whatev...

Oh, God! For once In my llfe!

I must...go.

I must go.

Wen, go qulckly.

Your horses are ready.

You'd better go.

I thlnk...

Yes.

Sobelt

Let..bygones be bygone;

I've llved through so mud!
In this last four hours,

I've thought so much,

I feel I could compose a treatise
for posterity on how one ought to llve.

I most gladly accept your apology
and ask of you to accept mlne, as well.

FarewelL

You will. reoelve the same amount
that you reoelved before

without fall and regularly. Everything
will. be the same as It was before.

- Mama“.
- Neksandr.

Please have your photograph
taken agaln and send me a copy.

- I wllL
- You know how predous you are to me.

Goodbye, Your Excellency. FarewelL

(Volce breaks) Don't forget us.

FarewelL Farewell, alL

Ah...! Ah, I thank you
for the pleasure of your company.

I possess nothing
but the greatest respect for you,

for your way of thlnklng,
for your lmpulses and your enthusiasm.

But I pray you let an old man season
hls farewell with one small observation.

It's not enough to thlnk. One must work.
Do you understand me?

Above all, the greatest joy ls
to do some real work In the work-wortd.

Ladles and gentlemen, all the best.
I wlsh you all the best.

Goodbye.

FarewelL

Please forgive me.

We shall never meet agaln.

Farewell, my dear.

FarewelL

- Waffles.
- Yes?

Whlle they're at It,
tell them to bring my horses, too.

My friend, I wllL

Oh. Not going to see them off?

Let them go where they're going to.
No, It's too hard.

I must turn my hand to something,
to some work, eh?

And they're gone.
WeU, the professor will. be thrilled.

God himself
couldn't lure that man back here.

They're gone.

They're gone. God grant them the best

Well, Uncle, new, what shall we do?

- Work.
- Yes.

Absolutely.

(Sonla) What a long whlle
slnoe we've been together here.

I thlnk the Ink has gone.

Now they're gone, I'm sad.

All right Uncle, first we'll catch up
on our aanunts.

They're In a wretched state.

A fellow wrote today, 'Thls ls the thlrd
tlme that I've asked you for my balance.'

All right. You do this one,
I'll take the next, and so on.

For the account of...

In the stillness, pens scratching,

crickets dllrplng.

Warm. Close.

No, I don't feel llke leaving.

(Man) Mlkhall Lvovldl.

Ah, there's my horses.

Well, It seems that all It lacks
ls my goodbye.

- I'm off, then.
- (Nanny) Stay a while.

I can't.

Wlth the addltlon of
the previous balance of 87 roubles,

the balance still remalnlng...

- Mlkhall Lvovldu, your horses are here.
- Yes, I heard them. Thanks.

NOW...

exerdse extreme care with these, please.

Thank you.

- And with the case.
- Yes.

- WelL..
- When shall we see you agaln?

Not before summer, I thlnk.
Hardly this wlnter.

Unless, of course, you need me.

Thank you for your kindness,
your hospltallty.

Thank you for everything.

Old one, farewelL

- You haven't had your tea.
- No, I don't want any.

- A little vodka?
- Well, perhaps a little.

(Clears throat)

Er...

I've got my trace-horse llmplng.
I don't know why.

I noticed It yesterday,
as he was coming up.

- He needs re-shoelng.
- Mm.

Yes, I'll stop at the farfler
at Rozhdestvennoye.

- Yes, I would.
- No help for It.

I should thlnk that, down In Africa,
the heat must be Intense.

Yes, I should thlnk so.

- Here you are.
- Ah.

To your health, little father.

- Eat some bread with It.
- No, thanks, Nurse. I'm fine.

And don't see me off.

Weflmgoodbye, a“.

The best to you. Goodbye.

2nd of February...

20 poundsmvegetable olL

And the 16th..

15 pounds...

- buckwheat
- (Outer door doses)

He's gone.

He's gone.

For a subtotal of er...1520...

I.

My mun.

How hard It ls for me.

If only you knew how hard It ls for me.

You can't know.

But what can we do?

All. we can do ls Uve.

We'll. Uve through a long row of days
and through the endless evenings

and we'll bear up...
under the trials fate has sent to us.

We will. constantly toll for others,
now and for the rest of our days.

And when we come to dle...

we'll dle submlsslvely.

Beyond the grave,
we'll testify that we've suffered.

That we have wept
and have known blttemess.

God will. plty us, you and I, dear Uncle.

God will. take plty on us.

And we, Uncle, shall llve a llfe
of radlant beauty and grace...

and look back on this life
of our unhappiness with tenderness.

And smlle.

And In that new llfe, we shall rest, Uncle.

I know It. I have falth.

I have a passionate falth.

We shall rest.

We shall rest to the songs of the angels

In a flnnament arrayed In jewels.

And look down and see evll,
all. the evlL In the world,

and all. our own sufferings,
bathed In a perfect mercy.

And our Ufe grown sweet as a caress.

I have falth.

Oh, poor Uncle Vanya, you're crying.
I know, I know.

You have had no joy In your llfe.

But Walt, and only Walt, Uncle Vanya.

We shall rest.

(# Soft gultar)

We shall rest.

We shall rest.