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I am joking, of course, and yet I am strangely con-
vinced that if you had remained here, we should have
been overtaken by the most terrible desolation, I
would have perished, and you — no good would have
come to you. So go! E finite la comedia!

Helena Andreievna [snatching a pencil quickly
from A strop's table] I shall keep this pencil in re-

AsTROFF. How strange it is! We meet, and then
all of a sudden it seems that we must part forever.


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That 18 t he, way nf tKi> wnAA W!iil#> we arc i^
alone, before Uncle Vanya comes in with a bouquet
— allow me — to kiss you good-bye — may I ? [Kiss-
ing her on tke cheei] There! Splendid!

Helena Andreievna. I wish you every happi-
ness. [Glancing about her] For once in my life, I
scorn consequences! [She kisses him impulsively, and
they part quickly] I must go.

AsTROFF. Yes, go. If the carriage is ready, dien
start at once. [They stand listening]

AsTROFF. E finite!

[Voinitsky, Serekryaioff, Maria Vassilievna tvith
her book, Telyegin and Sonya enter,]

SsREBRYAKOFF [to Voinitsky] Shame on him who
cannot forgive past offenses. I have passed through
so much in the last few hours that I feel capable of
writing for the benefit of posterity a whole treatise
on how to live. I accept your apology gladly, and I
myself ask your forgiveness. [He kisses Voinitsky
three times,]

Voinitsky. You will go on receiving your allow-
ance regularly as before. Eve rything will remain a s
it was.

[Helena Andreievna embraces Sonya,]

Serebryakoff [kissing Maria Fassilievmfs hands]


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Maria Vassiubvna [kissing Atm] Alexander!
Have your picture taken again, and send it to me;
you know how dearly I love you.

Tblybgin. Good-bye, your Excellenqr. Don't
forget us.

Sbrebryakoff [kissing his daughter] Good-bye»
good-bye, every one. [Shaking hands with Astroff]
Many thanks for your agreeable companionship. I
have a deep regard for your opinions and your en-
thusiasm, but as an old man let me give you one piece
of advice on parting: d o something, my friend! W ork!
Do somethin g! [They all bow] Good luck to you

[He goes out followed by Maria Fassilievna and


VoiNrrsKY [fervently kissing Helena Andreievmfs
hand] Good-bye — forgive me. I shall never see you

Hblbna Andrbievxa [touched] Good-bye, dear

[She kisses his head lightly as he bends over her
hand, and then goes out,]

Astroff. Tell them to bring my carriage around,
too, Waffles.
Tblyegin. All right, little father.


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[Astroff and Foinitsky alone are left behind,
Astroff fathers together his paints and drawing ma-
terials on the table and packs them away in his gripJ]

Astroff. Why don't you see them ofiF?

VoiNiTSKY. Let them go! I — I can't go out
there. I feel too sad. I must busy myself with some-
thinguat once. To work! To work !

[He rummages through his papers on the table. A
pause. As the horses trot eway, the tinkle of bells is

Astroff. Thev have go ne! The professor, I suih
pose, is ^ad to go. He couldn't l>e lured back by a
fortune now.

[Marina enters.]

Marina. The y have g one. [She sits doum in her
arm-chair and resumes her knitting. Sonya comes in
drying her eyes.]

Sonya. They have g one. God be with them.
[To her uncle] And now, Uncle Vanya, let us do v
something !

VoiNiTSKY. To work! To work!

Sonya. It is a long, long time since you and I ^
have sat together at this table. [Lighting a lamp on
the table] No ink! [Taking the ink-stand to the
cupboard and filling it from an ink-bottle] How sad
it is to see them go!


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[Maria Vassilievna comes in slowlyJ]

Maria Vassilievna. Thev have gone.

[She sits down and immediately becomes absorbed
in her book. Sony a sits at the table and looks through
an account book."]

SoNYA. First, Uncle Vanya, let us add up the
accounts. They are in a woeful state. They have
again sent for a statement. Come. You take one
and ril take the other.

VoiNrrsKY. In account with — \JVriting\ — in
account with — •

Marina [yawning"] The sand-man has come.

AsTRO FF. How silent it is. The pens scratch, the
cricket chirps; it is so warm and comfortable. I hate

[The tinkling of bells is heard.]

AsTROFF. My carriage has come. All that is left
is to say good-bye to you, my friends, and to my table
here, and then, — away! [He puts the map in the

Marina. Ddn*t hurry away; sit with us a little

AsTROFF. Impossible.

VoiNrrsKY [writing] And carry forward from the
old debt two seventy-five—


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[The Workman enters.]

Workman. Your carriage is waiting, sir.

AsTROFF. All right. [He hands the Workman
his medicine-case, portfolio and box] Be careful, don't
crush the portfolio!

Workman. Very well, sir.

SoNYA. When shall we see you again?

AsTROFF. Hardly before next summer. Probably
not during the Winter, at any rate. Though, if any-
thing hai^ens, let me know, and V\\ come at once.
[Shaking hands] Thank you for your hospitality, your
kindness — for all youVe done. [He goes to the nurse
and kisses her head] Good-bye, old nurse.

Marina. Are you going without your tea?

AsTROFF. I don't care for any, nurse.

Marina. Won't you have a drop of vodka?

AsTROFF [hesitatingly] Yes, I might.

[Marina goes out.]

AsTROFF [after a pause] My oflP-wheeler has gone
lame for some reason. I noticed it yesterday when
Peter was watering him.

VcHNrrsKY. You should have him re-shod.

AsTROFF. I shall have to stop at the blacksmith's
on my way home. It can't be helped. [Hf rf^mA
looking up at the ma p of Africa on t he wall] I sup-
pos e it is roasting Ko t in Jjiricajoow^


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VOINITSKY. Yes, I suppose it IS.

[Marina comes back carrying a tray with a fflass
of vodka and a slice of bread,']

Marina. Help yourself.

[Jstroff drinks.}

Marina. Your health 1 [Bounnff deeply} Eat
your bread with it.

AsTROFF. No, I like it this way. And now, good-
bye. [To Marina] You needn't come out to see me
off, nurse.

[He leaves. Sonya follows him with a candle to
light him to the carriage^ Marina seats herself in
her atm-chair.]

VoiNrrsKY [urriting] On the 2nd of February,
twenty pounds of butter; on the i6th, twenty pounds
of butter once more. Buckwheat flour — [A pause.
The tinkling of bells is heard.]

Marina. Hth^^gpo^.

[A pause. Sonya enters and sets the candlC'Stici
on the table.]

Sonya. He has gon e.

VoiNrrsKY [adding and xvriting] Total, fifteen —
twenty-five —

[Sonya sits down and begins to %imte.]

Marina [yawning] Oh, ho! The Lord have


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[Telyegin enters on tip-toe, seats himself near the
doon, and begins to tunejiis^ ^itar. ]

VoiNiTSKY [to Sonya, caressing her hair] Oh, my
child, I am so wretched; if you only knew how
wretched I ami

Sonya. What can we do? We must live out our
lives. [A pause] Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya.
We shall live all through the endless procession of
days ahead of us, and through the long evenings. We
shall bear patiently the burdens that fate imposes on
us. We shall work without rest for others, both now
and vi^en we are old. And when our final hour comes,
we shall meet it humbly, and there beyond the grave,
we sWU say that weTiave Enown suffering and tears,
that our life was bitter. And God will pity us. Ah,
then, dear, dear Uncle, we shall enter on a bright
and beautiful life. We shall rejoice and look back
upon our grief here. A tender smile — and — we
shall rest. I have faith, Uncle, fervent, passionate
faith. [Sonya kneels down in front of her Uncle and
lays her head in his hands. She speaks with a weary
voice] We shall rest. [Telyegin plays softly on his
guitar] We shall rest. We shall hear the angels.
Wc shall see heaven shining like a jewel. We shall
see evil and all our pain disappear in the great pity
that shall enfold the world. Our life will be as
peaceful and gentle and swe^t as a caress. I have

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faith; I have faith. [Wiping auray her tears^ My]
poor, poor Uncle Vanya, you are crying! [Weeping] *

You hflvff nyypr Vnn^yn what jt is tO be happy, but

wait, Unde Vanya, w ait! Wje shall rest. [Embrac-
ing him] We shall rest. [The Watchman s rattle is
heard from the garden; Telyegin plays softly; Maria
Vassilievna unites on the margin of her pamphlet;
Marina is knitting her stocking] We shall rest



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