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 long 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 silly as the rest, nurse, but not as stupid; no, I have not grown stupid. Thank God, my brain is not addled yet, though my feelings have grown numb. I ask nothing, I need nothing, I love no one, unless it is yourself alone.
He kisses her head
I had a nurse just like you when I was a child.
Marina
Don’t you want a bite of something to eat?
Astroff
No. During the third week of Lent I went to the epidemic at Malitskoi. It was eruptive typhoid. The peasants were all lying side by side in their huts, and the calves and pigs were running about the floor among the sick. Such dirt there was, and smoke! Unspeakable! I slaved among those people all day, not a crumb passed my lips, but when I got home there was still no rest for me; a switchman was carried in from the railroad; I laid him on the operating table and he went and died in my arms under chloroform, and then my feelings that should have been deadened awoke again, my conscience tortured me as if I had killed the man. I sat down and closed my eyes—like this—and thought: will our descendants two hundred years from now, for whom we are breaking the road, remember to give us a kind word? No, nurse, they will forget.
Marina
Man is forgetful, but God remembers.
Astroff
Thank you for that. You have spoken the truth.
Enter Voitski from the house. He has been asleep after dinner and looks rather dishevelled. He sits down on the bench and straightens his collar.
Voitski
H’m. Yes.
A pause
Yes.
Astroff
Have you been asleep?
Voitski
Yes, very much so.
He yawns
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 luncheon and dinner. It isn’t wholesome. Sonia and I used to work together and never had an idle moment, but now Sonia works alone and I only eat and drink and sleep. Something is wrong.
Marina
Shaking her head
Such a confusion in the house! The Professor gets up at twelve, the samovar is kept boiling all the morning, and everything has to wait for him. Before they came we used to have dinner at one o’clock, like everybody else, but now we have it at seven. The Professor sits up all night writing and reading, and suddenly, at two o’clock, there goes the bell! Heavens, what is that? The Professor wants some tea! Wake the servants, light the samovar! Lord, what disorder!
Astroff
Will they be here long?
Voitski
A hundred years! The Professor has decided to make his home here.
Marina
Look at this now! The samovar has been on the table for two hours, and they are all out walking!
Voitski
All right, don’t get excited; here they come.
Voices are heard approaching. Serebrakoff, Helena, Sonia, and Telegin come in from the depths of the garden, returning from their walk.
Serebrakoff
Superb! Superb! What beautiful views!
Telegin
They are wonderful, your Excellency.
Sonia
To-morrow we shall go into the woods, shall we, papa?
Voitski
Ladies and gentlemen, tea is ready.
Serebrakoff
Won’t you please be good enough to send my tea into the library? I still have some work to finish.
Sonia
I am sure you will love the woods.
Helena, Serebrakoff, and Sonia go into the house. Telegin sits down at the table beside Marina.
Voitski
There goes our learned scholar on a hot, sultry day like this, in his overcoat and goloshes and carrying an umbrella!
Astroff
He is trying to take good care of his health.
Voitski
How lovely she is! How lovely! I have never in my life seen a more beautiful woman.
Telegin
Do you know, Marina, that as I walk in the fields or in the shady garden, as I look at this table here, 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?
Takes a glass of tea.
Voitski
Dreaming
Such eyes—a glorious woman!
Astroff
Come, Ivan, tell us something.
Voitski
Indolently
What shall I tell you?
Astroff
Haven’t you any news for us?
Voitski
No, it is all stale. I am just the same as usual, or perhaps worse, because I have become lazy. I don’t do anything now but croak like an old raven. My mother, the old magpie, is still chattering about the emancipation of woman, with one eye on her grave and the other on her learned books, in which she is always looking for the dawn of a new life.
Astroff
And the Professor?
Voitski
The Professor sits in his library from morning till night, as usual—
“Straining the mind, wrinkling the brow,We write, write, write,Without respiteOr hope of praise in the future or now.”
Poor paper! He ought to write his autobiography; he would make a really splendid subject for a book! Imagine it, the life of a retired professor, as stale as a piece of hardtack, tortured by gout, headaches, and rheumatism, his liver bursting with jealousy and envy, living on the estate of his first wife, although he hates it, because he can’t afford to live in town. He is everlastingly whining about his hard lot, though, as a matter of fact, he is extraordinarily lucky. He is the son of a common deacon and has attained the professor’s chair, become the son-in-law of a senator, is called “your Excellency,” and so on. But 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 about 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. And just think of the man’s self-conceit and presumption all this time! For twenty-five years he has been masquerading in false clothes and has now retired absolutely unknown to any living soul; and yet see him! stalking across the earth like a demi-god!
Astroff
I believe you envy him.
Voitski
Yes, I do. Look at the success he has had with women! Don Juan himself was not more favoured. His first wife, who was my sister, was a beautiful, gentle being, as pure as the blue heaven there above us, noble, great-hearted, with more admirers than he has pupils, and she loved him as only beings of angelic purity can love those who are as pure and beautiful as themselves. His mother-in-law, my mother, adores him to this day, and he still inspires a sort of worshipful awe in her. His second wife is, as you see, a brilliant beauty; she married him in his old age and has surrendered all the glory of her beauty and freedom to him. Why? What for?
Astroff
Is she faithful to him?
Voitski
Yes, unfortunately she is.
Astroff
Why unfortunately?
Voitski
Because such fidelity is false and unnatural, root and branch. It sounds well, but there is no logic in it. It is thought immoral for a woman to deceive an old husband whom she hates, but quite moral for her to strangle her poor youth in her breast and banish every vital desire from her heart.
Telegin
In a tearful voice
Vanya, I don’t like to hear you talk so. Listen, Vanya; every one who betrays husband or wife is faithless, and could also betray his country.
Voitski
Crossly
Turn off the tap, Waffles.
Telegin
No, allow me, Vanya. My wife ran away with a lover on the day after our wedding, because my exterior was unprepossessing. I have never failed in my duty since then. I love her and am true to her to this day. I help her all I can and have given my fortune to educate the daughter of herself and her lover. I have forfeited my happiness, but I have kept my pride. And she? Her youth has fled, her beauty has faded according to the laws of nature, and her lover is dead. What has she kept?
Helena and Sonia come in; after them comes Mme. Voitskaya carrying a book. She sits down and begins to read. Some one hands her a glass of tea which she drinks without looking up.
Sonia
Hurriedly, to the nurse
There are some peasants waiting out there. Go and see what they want. I shall pour the tea.
Pours out some glasses of tea.
Marina goes out. Helena takes a glass and sits drinking in the hammock.
Astroff
I have come to see your husband. You wrote me that he had rheumatism and I know not what else, and that he was very ill, but he appears to be as lively as a cricket.
Helena
He had a fit of the blues yesterday evening and complained of pains in his legs, but he seems all right again to-day.
Astroff
And I galloped over here twenty miles at break-neck speed! No matter, though, it is not the first time. Once here, however, I am going to stay until to-morrow, and at any rate sleep quantum satis.
Sonia
Oh, splendid! You so seldom spend the night with us. Have you had dinner yet?
Astroff
No.
Sonia
Good. So you will have it with us. We dine at seven now.
Drinks her tea
This tea is cold!
Telegin
Yes, the samovar has grown cold.
Helena
Don’t mind, Monsieur Ivan, we will drink cold tea, then.
Telegin
I beg your pardon, my name is not Ivan, but Ilia, ma’am—Ilia Telegin, or Waffles, as I am sometimes called on account of my pock-marked face. I am Sonia’s godfather, and his Excellency, your husband, knows me very well. I now live with you, ma’am, on this estate, and perhaps you will be so good as to notice that I dine with you every day.
Sonia
He is our great help, our right-hand man.
Tenderly
Dear godfather, let me pour you some tea.
Mme. Voitskaya
Oh! Oh!
Sonia
What is it, grandmother?
Mme. Voitskaya
I forgot to tell Alexander—I have lost my memory—I received a letter to-day from Paul Alexevitch in Kharkoff. He has sent me a new pamphlet.
Astroff
Is it interesting?
Mme. Voitskaya
Yes, but strange. He refutes the very theories which he defended seven years ago. It is appalling!
Voitski
There is nothing appalling about it. Drink your tea, mamma.
Mme. Voitskaya
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—
Voitski
Oh, yes. I had an illuminating personality, which illuminated no one.
A pause
I had an illuminating personality! You couldn’t say anything more biting. I am forty-seven years old. Until last year I endeavoured, as you do now, to blind my eyes by your pedantry to the truths of life. But now—Oh, if you only knew! If you knew how I lie awake at night, heartsick and angry, to think how stupidly I have wasted my time when I might have been winning from life everything which my old age now forbids.
Sonia
Uncle Vanya, how dreary!
Mme. Voitskaya
To her son
You speak as if your former convictions were somehow to blame, but you yourself, not they, were at fault. You have forgotten that a conviction, in itself, is nothing but a dead letter. You should have done something.
Voitski
Done something! Not every man is capable of being a writer perpetuum mobile like your Herr Professor.
Mme. Voitskaya
What do you mean by that?
Sonia
Imploringly
Mother! Uncle Vanya! I entreat you!
Voitski
I am silent. I apologise and am silent.
A pause.
Helena
What a fine day! Not too hot.
A pause.
Voitski
A fine day to hang oneself.
Telegin tunes the guitar. Marina appears near the house, calling the chickens.
Marina
Chick, chick, chick!
Sonia
What did the peasants want, nurse?
Marina
The same old thing, the same old nonsense. Chick, chick, chick!
Sonia
Why are you calling the chickens?
Marina
The speckled hen has disappeared with her chicks. I am afraid the crows have got her.
Telegin plays a polka. All listen in silence. Enter Workman.
Workman
Is the doctor here?
To Astroff
Excuse me, sir, but I have been sent to fetch you.
Astroff
Where are you from?
Workman
The factory.
Astroff
Annoyed
Thank you. There is nothing for it, then, but to go.
Looking around him for his cap
Damn it, this is annoying!
Sonia
Yes, it is too bad, really. You must come back to dinner from the factory.
Astroff
No, I won’t be able to do that. It will be too late. Now where, where—
To the Workman
Look here, my man, get me a glass of vodka, will you?
The Workman goes out
Where—where—
Finds his cap
One of the characters in Ostroff’s plays is a man with a long moustache and short wits, like me. However, let me bid you good-bye, ladies and gentlemen.
To Helena
I should be really delighted if you would come to see me some day with Miss Sonia. My estate is small, but if you are interested in such things I should like to show you a nursery and seed-bed whose like you will not find within a thousand miles of here. My place is surrounded by government forests. The forester is old and always ailing, so I superintend almost all the work myself.
Helena
I have always heard that you were very fond of the woods. Of course one can do a great deal of good by helping to preserve them, but does not that work interfere with your real calling?
Astroff
God alone knows what a man’s real calling is.
Helena
And do you find it interesting?
Astroff
Yes, very.
Voitski
Sarcastically
Oh, extremely!
Helena
You are still young, not over thirty-six or seven, I should say, and I suspect that the woods do not interest you as much as you say they do. I should think you would find them monotonous.
Sonia
No, the work is thrilling. Dr. Astroff watches over the old woods and sets out new plantations every year, and he has already received a diploma and a bronze medal. If you will listen to what he can tell you, you will agree with him entirely. He says that forests are the ornaments of the earth, that they teach mankind to understand beauty and attune his mind to lofty sentiments. Forests temper a stern climate, and in countries where the climate is milder, less strength is wasted in the battle with nature, and the people are kind and gentle. The inhabitants of such countries are handsome, tractable, sensitive, graceful in speech and gesture. Their philosophy is joyous, art and science blossom among them, their treatment of women is full of exquisite nobility—
Voitski
Laughing
Bravo! Bravo! All that is very pretty, but it is also unconvincing. So, my friend
To Astroff
you must let me go on burning firewood in my stoves and building my sheds of planks.
Astroff
You can burn peat in your stoves and build your sheds of stone. Oh, 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. The homes of the wild animals and birds have been desolated; the rivers are shrinking, and many beautiful landscapes are gone forever. And why? Because men are too lazy and stupid to stoop down and pick up their fuel from the ground.
To Helena
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? Man is endowed with reason and the power to create, so that he may increase that which has been given him, but until now he has not created, but demolished. 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.
To Voitski
I read irony in your eye; you do not take what I am saying seriously, and—and—after all, it may very well be nonsense. But when I pass peasant-forests that I have preserved from the axe, or 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, and that if mankind is happy a thousand years from now I will have been a little bit responsible for their happiness. When I plant a little birch tree and then see it budding into young green and swaying in the wind, my heart swells with pride and I—
Sees the Workman, who is bringing him a glass of vodka on a tray
however—
He drinks
I must be off. Probably it is all nonsense, anyway. Good-bye.
He goes toward the house. Sonia takes his arm and goes with him.
Sonia
When are you coming to see us again?
Astroff
I can’t say.
Sonia
In a month?
Astroff and Sonia go into the house. Helena and Voitski walk over to the terrace.
Helena
You have behaved shockingly again. Ivan, what sense was there in teasing your mother and talking about perpetuum mobile? And at breakfast you quarreled with Alexander again. Really, your behaviour is too petty.
Voitski
But if I hate him?
Helena
You hate Alexander without reason; he is like every one else, and no worse than you are.
Voitski
If you could only see your face, your gestures! Oh, how tedious your life must be.
Helena
It is tedious, yes, and dreary! You all abuse my husband and look on me with compassion; you think, “Poor woman, she is married to an old man.” How well I understand your compassion! As Astroff said just now, see how you thoughtlessly destroy the forests, so that there will soon be none left. So you also destroy mankind, and soon fidelity and purity and self-sacrifice will have vanished with the woods. Why cannot you look calmly at a woman unless she is yours? Because, the doctor was right, you are all possessed by a devil of destruction; you have no mercy on the woods or the birds or on women or on one another.
Voitski
I don’t like your philosophy.
Helena
That doctor has a sensitive, weary face—an interesting face. Sonia evidently likes him, and she is in love with him, and I can understand it. This is the third time he has been here since I have come, and I have not had a real talk with him yet or made much of him. He thinks I am disagreeable. Do you know, Ivan, the reason you and I are such friends? I think it is because we are both lonely and unfortunate. Yes, unfortunate. Don’t look at me in that way, I don’t like it.
Voitski
How can I look at you otherwise when I love you? You are my joy, my life, and my youth. I know that my chances of being loved in return are infinitely small, do not exist, but I ask nothing of you. Only let me look at you, listen to your voice—
Helena
Hush, some one will overhear you.
They go toward the house.
Voitski
Following her
Let me speak to you of my love, do not drive me away, and this alone will be my greatest happiness!
Helena
Ah! This is agony!
Telegin strikes the strings of his guitar and plays a polka. Mme. Voitskaya writes something on the leaves of her pamphlet.
The curtain falls.