文档介绍：Uncle Vanya
Uncle Vanya
Anton Checkov
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Uncle Vanya
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 lo ng 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 s