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- Will you have a little vodka?
- No, I don't drink vodka every day.

I am overworked, nurse.

I am on my feet from dawn till dusk.
I know no rest;

- At night I'm going to bed and fear
being dragged out to visit someone who is sick.

During the third week of Lent I went to
Malitskoi. There was an epidemic.

It was eruptive typhoid...

The peasants were all lying side by side
in their huts. Such dirt there was, and smoke...

When I got home there was still
no rest for me

From the railroad they brought in
a switchman.

I laid him

on the operating table

and he went and died in
my arms under chloroform

- Exactly the moment
he shouldn't.

I sat down, closed my eyes
and thought:

Will our descendants one hundred,
two hundred years

remember to give us a kind word?

No, nurse, they will forget...

Man is forgetful,
but God remembers.

Thank you for that,
you have spoken the truth.

- Have you been asleep?
- Yes, very much so.

Ever since the Professor and
his wife have come,

our daily life seems
to have jumped the track.

I sleep at the wrong time, drink wine,
and eat all sorts of messes for dinner.

Before they came we used to have dinner
at one o'clock, like everybody else,

but now we have it at seven...

Look at this now! The samovar has been on the table
for two hours, and they are all out walking!

All right, don't get excited;
here they come.

Excellent, excellent.
Such beautiful views!

Please be good enough to send
my tea into the library.

I still have some work to finish.

My heart swells with
unbounded happiness...

The weather is enchanting,
the birds are singing...

we are all living in peace and contentment...

...what more could the soul desire?

Come, Ivan, tell us something.

- What shall I tell you?
- Haven't you any news for us?

I am just the same as usual, or perhaps
worse, because I have become lazy.

Maman is still chattering about
the emancipation of women.

With one eye on her grave
and always looking

for the dawn of a new life.

- And the Professor?
- The Professor...

I'll tell you something...

the man has been writing on art
for twenty-five years,

and he doesn't know
the very first thing about it.

For twenty-five years he has been chewing on
other men's thoughts on realism, naturalism

and all such foolishness.

For twenty-five years he has been reading
and writing things that clever men have long known
and stupid ones are not interested in;

for twenty-five years he has been
making his imaginary mountains out of molehills.

- I believe you envy him.
- Yes, I do. Look at the success he has had with women!

His second wife, a brilliant beauty
married him in his old age

and has surrendered all the glory
of her beauty and freedom to him...

Why?
What for?

- Is she faithful to him?
- Yes, unfortunately she is.

- Why unfortunately?
- Because such fidelity is false.

It is thought immoral for a
woman to deceive an old husband whom she hates,

but is it moral for her to strangle her poor youth
in her breast and banish

every vital desire from her heart?
- I don't like to hear you talk so.

Listen, every one who betrays husband
or wife is faithless

and could also betray his country
- Turn off the tap, Waffles.

There are some peasants waiting out there.
Go and see what they want.

I have come to see your husband.
You wrote me that he was ill

that he had rheumatism and I know not what else,
but it he seems to be safe and sound.

Yesterday evening he complained of pains
in his legs, but he seems all right again today.

- This tea is cold!
- Yes, the samovar has grown cold.

Don't mind, Ivan Ivanovich,
we will drink cold tea, then.

I beg your pardon, my name is not
Ivan Ivanovich but Ilia Ilich.

Ilia Ilich Telegin,
or Waffles, as I am sometimes called

on account of my
pock-marked face.

He is our great help, our right-hand man.

I forgot to tell Alexander -
I have lost my memory.

I received a letter today
from Paul Alexeyevitch in Kharkoff.

He has sent me his new book.

It is strange. He refutes the very theories
which he defended seven years ago. It is appalling!

There is nothing appalling about it.
Drink your tea, mamma.

- But I want to speak.
- We have been speaking for the past 50 years

and reading books!
It's time to put an end.

It seems you never want to listen
to what I have to say.

Pardon me, Jean, but you have changed so
in the last year that I hardly know you.

You used to be a man of settled convictions
and had an illuminating personality...

Oh, yes. I had
an illuminating personality,.

Which illuminated no one...

I had an illuminating personality!
You couldn't say anything more biting.

Uncle Vanya, how dreary!

You speak as if your former convictions
were somehow to blame,

You have forgotten that a conviction,
in itself...

is nothing but a dead letter..
You should have done something.

Done something! Not every man is capable
of being a writing perpetuum mobile

like your Herr Professor.
- What do you mean by that?

Grandma! Uncle Vanya!
I entreat you!

I am silent.
I apologise and am silent..

What a fine day! Not too hot.

A fine day to hang oneself.

- What did the peasants want, nurse?
- The same old thing, the same old nonsense.

Is the doctor here? Excuse me, sir,
but I have been sent to fetch you.

- Where are you from?
- The factory.

Thank you.

Damn it, this is annoying.

- You must come back to dinner from the factory.
- No, It will be too late.

Look here, my man, get me a
glass of vodka, will you?

I should be really delighted if
you would come to see me some day.

My estate is small, but
it is surrounded by forests.

I have always heard that you
were very fond of the woods.

One can do a great deal of good by helping to preserve them,
but doesn't it interfere with your real calling?

God alone knows what
a man's real calling is.

- Do you find it interesting?
- Yes, very.

I suspect that the woods do not interest you as much.
I should think you would find them monotonous.

Oh, no, the work is thrilling.

Michael Livovich says that they teach mankind
to understand beauty

that forests are the ornaments of the earth
and temper a stern climate

and in countries where the climate is milder
the people are more kind and gentle

The inhabitants of such countries are handsome,
tractable, sensitive,

graceful in speech and gesture.

Art and science blossom among them.

Their philosophy is joyous,
their treatment of women is full of exquisite nobility.

Bravo, bravo!

Allow me, dear friend to go on burning firewood
in my stoves and building my sheds of planks.

You can burn peat in your stoves.
I don't object, of course,

to cutting wood from necessity
but why destroy the forests?

The woods of Russia are trembling under the blows
of the axe. Millions of trees have perished.

And why? Because men are too
lazy and stupid

to stoop down and pick up
their fuel from the ground.

Am I not right, Madame?

Who but a stupid barbarian could
burn so much beauty in his stove

and destroy that which he cannot make?
The forests are disappearing,
the rivers are running dry...

the game is exterminated, the climate is spoiled,
and the earth becomes poorer and uglier every day.

I read irony in your eye,
you do not take what I am saying seriously...

and-after all, it may
very well be nonsense,

but when I hear the rustling
of the young plantations

set out with my own hands,

I feel as if I had had some small
share in improving the climate.

When I plant a little birch tree
and then see...

I must be off.
Good-bye.

Who is here?

No, it's hot.

I dreamt just now that my left leg
belonged to some one else,

and it hurt so that I woke.

No, I don't believe this is gout,
it is more like rheumatism. What time is it?

I want you to look for Batushka's works in the library
tomorrow. I think we have him.

- Why do I find it so hard to breathe?
- You are tired; this is the second night you have had no sleep.

They say that Turgenieff
got angina of the heart from gout.

I am afraid I am getting angina too.

I think I am hateful to you all.

- I am more hateful to you than to any one.
- You are torturing me.

I torture everybody. Of course.

- This is unbearable! Tell me,
what is it you want me to do?
- Nothing.

Then be quiet, please.

It is funny...

everybody listens to Ivan Petrovich
and his old idiot of a mother, Maria Vasilievna,

but the moment I open my lips,

you all begin to feel ill-treated.
You can't even stand the sound of my voice..

Father, you sent for Dr. Astroff,

and now when he comes you refuse to see him.
It is not nice to give a man so much trouble for nothing.

I won't talk to that madman!

Do as you please.
It's all the same to me.

What time is it?

It is stifling in here.
Sonia, hand me that bottle on the table.

No, not that one!
Can't I ask you to do a thing?

Please don't be captious with me. Some people may like it,
but you must spare me, if you please, because I don't.

Besides, I haven't the time.
I have to get up early.

A thunderstorm is coming up.

There it is!

Elena, Sonia, go to bed.

- I have come to take your place.
- Don't leave me alone with him!

- But you must give them a little rest.
- Then let them go to bed, but you go away too!

For the sake of our former friendship
do not protest against going..

- Our former friendship!
- Hush, Uncle Vanya!

- Of course

This is ridiculous.

You must go to bed, nurse,
it is late.

No one can go to bed. They are all worn out,
only I enjoy perfect happiness.

What's the matter, master? Does it hurt?
You have had this illness such a long time.

Sonia's dead mother used to stay awake too,
and wear herself out for you..

She loved you dearly.

Old people want to be pitied
as much as young ones

Come, master, let me give you some
linden-tea and warm your poor feet for you..

I shall pray to God for you.

Let us go, Marina.

- I am absolutely exhausted by him.
- You are exhausted by him,
and I am exhausted by my own self.

Your mother hates everything
but the professor.

The professor is vexed, he won't
trust me, and fears you.

Sonia is angry with her father,
and hasn't spoken to me for two weeks.

You hate my husband and
detest your mother.

I... in this house...

In this house your life
is destroyed.

- My darling!
- Go away!

Soon the rain will be over, and
all nature will awake refreshed.

Only I am not refreshed
by the storm..

What shall I do with my life and my love?

What is to become of them?

This wonderful feeling of mine will be lost
as a ray of sunlight that falls into a dark chasm.

I am benumbed when you speak to me of your love
and I don't know how to answer you

What are you waiting for?

What accursed philosophy
stands in your way?

- Oh, understand, understand...
- Ivan Petrovich, you are drunk!

Perhaps. Perhaps.

- Why do you do that?
- Because that way I get a taste of life.

Go to bed, I am tired of you.

My sweetheart, my beautiful one-

Leave me alone!

This has become disagreeable.
Leave me alone.

What is the matter? You seem sad.
Is it because you are sorry for the professor?

Leave me alone.

- Or in love with the professor's wife?
- She is my friend.

- Already?
- What do you mean by "already"?

A woman can only become a man's friend

after having first been
his acquaintance

and then his beloved

- then she becomes his friend
- What vulgar philosophy!

Yes, I must confess
I am getting vulgar.

But then, you see, I am drunk.

At such times my audacity
and temerity know no bounds.

I feel capable of anything.

I attempt the most difficult operations
and do them magnificently.

Nd all of you seem to crawl at my feet
like so many insects

or microbes...

Play, Waffles!

Do listen to reason;
everybody in the house is asleep.

There is nothing I will tell

I won't bother you at all

And of what I'm thinking

Never will I dare to speak.

During daytime
all the nightly flowers slept,

But when the sun
behind the hill set,

Their petals delicately unclosed

and my heart blossomed again

and my tired, aching chest

The nightly breeze begins
to wave, I wince...

No, I won't bother you at all

There is nothing I will tell...

I want a drink. Come,
we still have some brandy left.

- And then, you will come home with me.
- Shall we go?

Shall we go like this?

Such a drought

Michael Livovich, drink as much as you please,
but I implore you not to let my uncle do it.

Very well; we won't drink any more.

I am going home at once.
That is settled.

It is still raining

Wait till morning.

Please don't ask me to come
and see your father any more..

Today he refused to see me at all.

He has been spoilt.

- Won't you have a bite to eat?
- Yes, please. I believe I will.

I love to eat at night.

Do you know, I could not stand living in this
house for even a month? It would stifle me.

There is your father, your Uncle Vanya
with his hypochondria, your grandmother

- And finally, your step-mother...
- What about her?

A human being should be
entirely beautiful:

the face, the clothes,
the mind, the thoughts...

Your step-mother is beautiful to look at,
but she has no responsibilities,

everything is done for her...

However, I may be judging
her too severely.

- Aren't you satisfied with life?
- I like life as life,

but I hate and despise our narrow, petty
Russian life.

It is boring, stupid, filthy.

As far as my own personal life goes,

by heaven! There is absolutely
no redeeming feature about it

I work, that you know - as no one
else in the county works...

but I see no light ahead.

- I beg you, don't drink anymore!
- Why?

It is so unworthy of you.
You are well-bred, your voice is sweet.

You are even - more than any one
I know - handsome.

Why do you want to
resemble the common people,

that drink and play cards?

I won't drink any more.

- Promise me.
- I give you my word of honor.

Thank you.

You see, I am perfectly sober again, and
so I shall stay till the end of my life.

- What is it?
- Nothing...

During Lent one of my patients
died under chloroform.

It is time to forget that.

Tell me, doctor, if I had a
friend or a younger sister

and if you knew that she loved you...

what would you do?

I don't think I should
do anything.

I should make her understand that
I could not return her love.

My mind is not bothered
about those things now

Good bye. At this rate we shall
stand here talking till morning..

I shall go out through the sitting-room,

because I am afraid your
uncle might detain me.

The storm is over.
What delicious air!

- Sonia...
- Yes...

How much longer are you
going to sulk at me?

We have not hurt each other.
Why not be friends?

- I myself...
- There, there, don't cry

Now I am crying too.

You are angry with me because I seem
to have married your father for his money?

Don't believe the gossip you hear.
I swear I married him for love.

Peace, peace! Let us forget the past.

You must not look so at people.
It is not becoming to you.

- Tell me truly, are you happy?
- Truly, no.

Do you wish your husband
were young?

- Of course I do
- Do you like the doctor?

Yes, very much indeed.

I seem foolish to you, don't I?

Talk to me of him.

He is brave, profound, and of clear insight.
People like him are rare and should be loved.

What if he does drink and
act roughly at times?

A man of genius cannot be
a saint in Russia.

You deserve happiness

As for me...

I am a worthless, futile woman,
I have always been futile

in music, in love,
in my husband's house.

Happiness can never exist
for me in this world.

- Why do you laugh?
- I am so happy, so happy!

We were asked by the professor
to be here at one o'clock.

It seems he has something
important to say.

Probably a matter of business.

He never had any business.

- Uncle!
- All right. I beg your pardon...

Look at her. Wandering up and
down from sheer idleness.

A sweet picture, really.

Why should you languish here?

My beauty, the blood of a Nixey
runs in your veins.

Won't you let yourself be one?
Give your nature the reins for once in your life.

Fall head over ears in love
with some other water sprite.

And plunge down head
first into a deep pool,

so that the Herr Professor and all of us
may have our hands free again

Leave me alone!

There, there, my beauty, I apologise.

As a peace offering I am going to fetch some
flowers which I picked for you this morning.

September already!
Where is the doctor?

He is writing in Uncle Vanya's room.

- I want to talk to you about something.
- About what?

Last Sunday, while leaving church

I've heard people whispering:
she's good and kind-hearted

it's a pity she's so ugly
- You have lovely hair.

When a woman is ugly they always say
she has beautiful hair or eyes.

I have loved him now for six years
I've loved him more than one loves one's mother.

If I look up, I seem to see him coming.

He is here every day now, but he never
looks at me, he doesn't notice my presence.

It is agony. My pride is gone.

Yesterday I told Uncle Vanya I couldn't control
myself, and all the servants know it

- Every one knows that I love him.
- Does he know?

No, he never notices me.

He is a strange man. Listen, Sonia,
will you allow me to speak to him?

Really, to be in uncertainty all these years!

- Let me do it...
- Will you tell me the whole truth?

Of course I will.
Trust me, dearest.

No, it is better not to know
- and yet-there may be hope

How do you do?

You promised to show me what you
had been doing. Have you time now?

- Where were you born?
- In St. Petersburg.

- And studied?
- At the Conservatory there.

You don't find this life
very interesting, I dare say?

It is true I don't know the country very well,
but I have read a great deal about it.

Here I have my little quiet place.

When I am absolutely too exhausted
to go on I drop everything

and rush over here to forget
myself in this work for an hour or two.

Look there!

That is a map of our county
as it was fifty years ago...

Half the map is covered with forests.

The forests were inhabited by elk and wild goats
here lived great flocks of swans and ducks...

Now, look lower down...

We are confronted by the
degradation of our country.

Look...

Stagnation, negligence.

The ignorance and unconsciousness of
starving, shivering, sick humanity

instinctively snatches at everything
that can warm it and still its hunger.

But I see by your face that
I am not interesting you.

I know so little about such things!

There is nothing to know.
It simply isn't interesting, that's all.

Frankly, my thoughts were elsewhere.

- Forgive me! I want to submit you
to a little examination
- Examination?

Sit down.

I don't know how to begin.

It is about my step-daughter.

Do you like her?

Yes, I respect her.

Do you like her - as a woman?

No.

She is suffering.

You must realise that,
and not come here any more.

My sun has set, yes, and then
I haven't...

What an unpleasant conversation!

Now let us forget everything
as if nothing had been said.

And ...you're leaving.

If you had spoken a month ago

I might perhaps have considered it.

But now I cannot understand why you had
to put me through this examination.

Oh, my sweet, don't look at me
in that way; I am an old bird!

You must have your victims?

For a whole month I have done
nothing but seek you eagerly...

I have thrown over everything for you,
and you love to see it..

- You have gone mad!
- You are afraid!

- More than you think.
- I'll leave today.

I won't come here again.

But where can we meet,
tell me, tell me?

Someone might come,
tell me quick.

Well, look...
A kiss.

- I swear to you...
- What's that good for. You don't have to swear!

Have pity! Leave me.

- Be in the forest tomorrow at two o'clock
- No.

- Oh! It's terrible!
- Nothing -yes, yes, nothing.

You must use all your power to get
my husband and myself away from here today.

Do you hear?
I say, this very day!!

The weather is fine to-day,
my dear Ivan Petrovic.

Honestly, we have had a very fine autumn,
and the wheat is looking fairly well.

But the days are growing short..

Where are the others?

I hate this house.
It is a regular labyrinth.

- What did he say?
- I'll tell you later.

You are moved.
Are you afraid?

Moreover, he said he would not
come here any more..

Where are the others?

Every one is always scattered through
the rooms and you can't find anybody.

Please call here Maria Vasilievna.

Please, gentlemen, take a seat.

Please, gentlemen, please.
Sonia.

- Perhaps you do not need me...
- You are needed now more than any one.

- But what are you angry about?

If it is anything I have done,
I ask you to forgive me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I shall begin,
please pay attention...

I am a book-worm and a scholar, and
am unfamiliar with practical affairs.

I want to ask you for your
assistance and advice.

In this very important matter.

As I am old and ill, I realise that
the time has come

for me to dispose of my property
in regard to the interests of my family..

My life is nearly over, and I am
not thinking of myself,

but I have a young wife
and daughter.

I cannot continue to live in the country.

We were not made for country life.

We cannot afford to live in town on
the income derived from this estate.

Avoiding all details, I propose
selling the estate.

If we then invest our capital in bonds,

we should probably have a surplus over
of several thousand roubles, with which

we could buy a summer cottage
in Finland.

What?

- Hold on! Repeat what you just said.
- And buy a summer cottage in Finland.

- No, not Finland - you said something else.
- I propose to sell this place.

Aha! That was it!
So you are going to sell the place?

Splendid.
The idea is a rich one.

And what do you propose to do with
my old mother and me and with Sonia?

That will be decided in due time.

I have always been stupid enough to think
that the estate belonged to Sonia.

My father bought it as a wedding
present for my sister.

Of course it is Sonia's.
Has any one denied it?

I don't want to sell it
without Sonia's consent.

This is absolutely unbelievable.

Jean, don't contradict Alexander.
Trust him; he knows better than we
what's right and what's wrong.

Either I have gone mad or...

I don't pretend that my scheme
is an ideal one.

If you all object to it
I shall not insist.

I not only nourish feelings of respect
toward learning, but I am also drawn to it

by family ties. My brother Gregory's
wife's brother, whom you may know...

The price was ninety-five thousand roubles.
My father paid seventy

and left a debt of twenty-five.
Now listen!

His place could never have been bought
had I not renounced my inheritance

in favour of my sister.

Thanks entirely to my own personal efforts,
the place is entirely clear of debts.

I regret ever having started this conversation.

For twenty-five years I and Sonia
have managed this place,

We made deals, sold oil, peas and cheese

We didn't afford to eat but
saved every penny to send them to you

During all these years you have never
even thought of adding a rouble to it.

A single ruble!

What did I know about such things, Ivan?
I am not a practical man.

You might have helped yourself
to all you wanted.

Why did I not steal?

You all despise me because
I have not stolen?

For twenty-five years I have been sitting
with my mother like a mole in a burrow.

Day and night we worked,
our nights we wasted your books and papers.

Our every thought and hope was
yours and yours only.

We spoke your name with veneration.

I don't understand. What do
you want from me?

We used to think of you
as almost superhuman,

we knew your articles by heart.

But now the scales have
fallen from my eyes.

You write on art without
knowing anything about it.

Those books of yours are not worth
one copper kopeck. You are a hoax!

Can't any one make him stop? I am going!

- I command you to stop this instant!
- Stop it!

I refuse!
Wait! I have not done yet!

You have wrecked my life.
I have never lived.

My best years have gone for nothing,
have been ruined, thanks to you.

You are my most bitter enemy!

I can't stand it; I can't stand it.

What earthly right have you to use
such language to me?

If this estate is yours, then take it,
and let me be ruined!

I am going away out of this hell this minute.
This is too much!

My life has been a failure.
I am clever and brave and strong.

If I had lived a normal life

I might have become another
Schopenhauer or Dostoyevsky.

- Mother, I am in despair!
- Listen, Alexander!

Mother! What shall I do?

But no, don't speak!
I know what to do.

And you will understand me!

Tell me, what on earth is the matter?
Take this lunatic out of my sight!

I cannot possibly live under the same roof
with him. Let him take himself off into the village,

or I shall leave here at once.
I cannot stay in the same house with him.

We are leaving today; we must get
ready at once for our departure.

- What a perfectly dreadful man!
- Papa, you must be merciful to us.

Uncle Vanya and I are so unhappy!
Have pity on us.

Uncle Vanya has toiled without rest;
he would never spend a penny on us,

we sent it all to you.

I am not saying this as
I should like to,

but you must understand us.

For heaven's sake, Alexander, go
and have a talk with him.

- I beg you!
- Very well!

I am not angry with him.

- I shall go to him.
- Be gentle with him; try to quiet him.

- Nurse, oh, nurse!
- It's all right, they'll stop.

The devil take them!

Hold him! He has gone mad!

- Give it to me!
- Let me go! Where is he?

Ah, there he is!

I didn't get him?

I missed again?
Damnation! To hell with him!

Take me away!

I can't stay here.

I can't!

What shall I do?

Oh, nurse, nurse!

- Go away and leave me to myself!
- Yes, yes.

I should have left a long time ago.

The doctor fears he may lay
violent hands on himself.

- Where is his pistol?
- I hid it in the cellar.

If you knew how ashamed I am!

- What can I do now?
- Nothing.

If only I could live the
rest of my life in some new way!

If I could only wake some still, bright
morning and feel that life had begun again,

that the past was forgotten
and had vanished like smoke.

Tell me, tell me how to begin.

What nonsense! What sort of a new
life can you and I look forward to?

We can have no hope.

I may live to sixty; I still have thirteen
years before me; That's a lot!

- How shall I be able to endure life
for thirteen years? - Stop it.

It may be that posterity,
which will despise us

for our blind and stupid lives

that we lived,

will find some road to happiness

but we - you and I...

Yes, brother...

there were only two respectable,

intelligent men in this county,

you and I.

Ten years or so of this life of ours,

this miserable life,
have sucked us under.

You took a little bottle of
morphine out of my medicine-case.

If you are positively determined
to make an end to yourself,

go into the woods and
shoot yourself there.

Give up the morphine, or there will be
a lot of talk and guesswork

I don't fancy having to perform
a postmortem on you.

Do you think I should find it interesting?

Your uncle has stolen a bottle of morphine
out of my medicine-case and won't give it up.

Tell him that his behaviour is unwise.
I haven't time, I must be going.

Uncle Vanya, did you take the morphine?

Give it up! Why do you want to frighten us?

My misfortune is perhaps even
greater than yours

but I am not plunged in despair.

I endure my sorrow, and shall endure it

until my life comes to a natural end

You must endure yours, too.

Give it up! Dear, darling Uncle Vanya.

I am sure you will have pity
on us and give it up.

There it is!

We must get to work at once;
we must do something,

or else I shall not be able to endure it.

Yes, to work! As soon as we have
seen them off we shall go to work.

Are you here, Ivan Petrovich?
We are starting in a moment.

Go to Alexander,
he wants to speak to you.

Go, Uncle Vanya.
You and papa must make peace

- I am going away. Good-bye.
- So soon?

Good-bye.

You promised me you would
go away yourself today.

I have not forgotten. I am going at once.

Were you frightened?
Was it so terrible?

Couldn't you stay? Couldn't you?
Tomorrow - in the forest

No. It is all settled,

That is why I can look you so bravely
in the face. Our departure is fixed.

One thing I must ask of you:
don't think too badly of me.

How comical you are! I am angry
with you and yet

I shall always remember you with pleasure.

Yes, go.

I am strangely sure that
had you stayed here

we should have been overtaken
by the most immense desolation.

I would have gone to my ruin,
and you would not have prospered.

So go!
E finita la comedia!

I wish you...

For once in my life...

I must go.

How strange it is. We meet,
and then suddenly

it seems that we must part forever.

- Someone's coming.
- E finita!

Shame on him who bears
malice for the past.

I have gone through so much
in the last few hours

that I feel capable of writing

a whole treatise on the conduct of life.

I gladly accept your apology,
and myself ask your forgiveness.

I gladly accept your apology,
and myself ask your forgiveness.

You will receive the same amount
as you used to.

Everything will be like in the old times.

Have your picture taken, Alexander,
and send me one.

You know how dear you are to me.

Good-bye, your Excellency.
Don't forget us.

Good bye, papa.
Take care of you.

Good-bye. I shall
never see you again!

Good-bye, good-bye all.

Many thanks for
your pleasant company.

I have a deep regard for your
opinions and your enthusiasm

but let me, as an old man,
give one word of advice at parting:

Do something, my friend!

Work! Do something!
Good luck to you all.

Tell them to bring my carriage around.

- Why don't you go to see them off?
- Let them go! I can't go out there.

They have gone! The professor,
I suppose, is glad to go.

He couldn't be tempted back
now by a fortune.

They have gone.

They have gone.
God be with them.

And now, uncle, let us do something!
- To work! To work!

First, let us write up the accounts.
They are in a dreadful state.

All these debts...

You take one and I will take the other.

They have gone.

It is so warm and comfortable,

I hate to go.

- We also have the older debt...
- Two hundred and seventy five.

Is the carriage ready?

Here.

Look out, don't crush the portfolio!

- When shall we see you again?
- Hardly before next summer. Probably not this winter

though, of course, if anything should
happen you will let me know.

Thank you for your kindness,
for your hospitality,

for everything!

- Good-bye, old nurse!
- Are you going without your tea?

- I don't want any, nurse.
- Won't you have a drop of vodka?

Yes, I might.

My off-wheeler has gone lame
for some reason.

I noticed it yesterday

You should have him re-shod.

I shall have to go around by the blacksmith's
in Rojdesdvenskoie on my way home.

I suppose it is roasting hot in Africa now.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Help yourself.

- Eat your bread with it.
- No, I like it so...

And now, good-bye.

You needn't come out to
see me off, nurse.

Twenty pounds of butter...

He has gone.

He has gone.

Six, five, nine...

seventeen, fifteen, seven...

Oh, my child, I am miserable.

What can we do? We must live our lives.

Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya.

We'll live through the long procession of days
before us, and through the long evenings.

We shall patiently bear the
trials that fate imposes on us.

We shall work for others without rest,
both now and when we are old.

And when our last hour comes
we shall meet it humbly.

And there, beyond the grave, we shall
say that we have suffered and wept,

that our life was bitter,
and God will have pity on us.

Ah, then dear, dear Uncle, we shall see

that bright and beautiful life;

we shall rejoice and look back upon our sorrow here.

A tender smile -
and we shall rest.

We shall hear the angels. We shall see
heaven shining like a jewel.

We shall see all evil and all our pain sink
away in the great compassion

that shall enfold the world.

Our life will be as peaceful
and tender and sweet as a caress.

I have faith; I have faith.

We shall rest.

We shall rest.

THE END