Dunyasha. I’m awfully in love with you; you’re educated, you can talk about everything.

      Yasha. [Yawns] Yes. I think this: if a girl loves anybody, then that means she’s immoral. [Pause] It’s nice to smoke a cigar out in the open air… [Listens] Somebody’s coming. It’s the mistress, and people with her. [Dunyasha embraces him suddenly] Go to the house, as if you’d been bathing in the river; go by this path, or they’ll meet you and will think I’ve been meeting you. I can’t stand that sort of thing.

      Dunyasha. [Coughs quietly] My head’s aching because of your cigar.

      Lopakhin. You must make up your mind definitely – there’s no time to waste. The question is perfectly plain. Are you willing to let the land for villas or no? Just one word, yes or no? Just one word!

      Lubov. Who’s smoking horrible cigars here? [Sits.]

      Gaev. They built that railway; that’s made this place very handy. [Sits] Went to town and had lunch… red in the middle! I’d like to go in now and have just one game.

      Lubov. You’ll have time.

      Lopakhin. Just one word! [Imploringly] Give me an answer!

      Gaev. [Yawns] Really!

      Lubov. [Looks in her purse] I had a lot of money yesterday, but there’s very little today. My poor Varya feeds everybody on milk soup to save money, in the kitchen the old people only get peas, and I spend recklessly. [Drops the purse, scattering gold coins] There, they are all over the place.

      Yasha. Permit me to pick them up. [Collects the coins.]

      Lubov. Please do, Yasha. And why did I go and have lunch there?.. A horrid restaurant with band and tablecloths smelling of soap… Why do you drink so much, Leon? Why do you eat so much? Why do you talk so much? You talked again too much today in the restaurant, and it wasn’t at all to the point – about the seventies and about decadents. And to whom? Talking to the waiters about decadents!

      Lopakhin. Yes.

      Gaev. [Waves his hand] I can’t be cured, that’s obvious… [Irritably to Yasha] What’s the matter? Why do you keep twisting about in front of me?

      Yasha. [Laughs] I can’t listen to your voice without laughing.

      Gaev. [To his sister] Either he or I…

      Lubov. Go away, Yasha; get out of this…

      Yasha. [Gives purse to Lubov Andreyevna] I’ll go at once. [Hardly able to keep from laughing] This minute… [Exit.]

      Lopakhin. That rich man Deriganov is preparing to buy your estate. They say he’ll come to the sale himself.

      Lubov. Where did you hear that?

      Lopakhin. They say so in town.

      Gaev. Our Yaroslav aunt has promised to send something, but I don’t know when or how much.

      Lopakhin. How much will she send? A hundred thousand roubles? Or two, perhaps?

      Lubov. I’d be glad of ten or fifteen thousand.

      Lopakhin. You must excuse my saying so, but I’ve never met such frivolous people as you before, or anybody so unbusinesslike and peculiar. Here I am telling you in plain language that your estate will be sold, and you don’t seem to understand.

      Lubov. What are we to do? Tell us, what?

      Lopakhin. I tell you every day. I say the same thing every day. Both the cherry orchard and the land must be leased off for villas and at once, immediately – the auction is staring you in the face: Understand! Once you do definitely make up your minds to the villas, then you’ll have as much money as you want and you’ll be saved.

      Lubov. Villas and villa residents – it’s so vulgar, excuse me.

      Gaev. I entirely agree with you.

      Lopakhin. I must cry or yell or faint. I can’t stand it! You’re too much for me! [To Gaev] You old woman!

      Gaev. Really!

      Lopakhin. Old woman! [Going out.]

      Lubov. [Frightened] No, don’t go away, do stop; be a dear. Please. Perhaps we’ll find some way out!

      Lopakhin. What’s the good of trying to think!

      Lubov. Please don’t go away. It’s nicer when you’re here… [Pause] I keep on waiting for something to happen, as if the house is going to collapse over our heads.

      Gaev. [Thinking deeply] Double in the corner… across the middle…

      Lubov. We have been too sinful…

      Lopakhin. What sins have you committed?

      Gaev. [Puts candy into his mouth] They say that I’ve eaten all my substance in sugar-candies. [Laughs.]

      Lubov. Oh, my sins… I’ve always scattered money about without holding myself in, like a madwoman, and I married a man who made nothing but debts. My husband died of champagne – he drank terribly – and to my misfortune, I fell in love with another man and went off with him, and just at that time – it was my first punishment, a blow that hit me right on the head – here, in the river… my boy was drowned, and I went away, quite away, never to return, never to see this river again… I shut my eyes and ran without thinking, but he ran after me… without pity, without respect. I bought a villa near Mentone because he fell ill there, and for three years I knew no rest either by day or night; the sick man wore me out, and my soul dried up. And last year, when they had sold the villa to pay my debts, I went away to Paris, and there he robbed me of all I had and threw me over and went off with another woman. I tried to poison myself… It was so silly, so shameful… And suddenly I longed to be back in Russia, my own land, with my little girl… [Wipes her tears] Lord, Lord be merciful to me, forgive me my sins! Punish me no more! [Takes a telegram out of her pocket] I had this today from Paris… He begs my forgiveness, he implores me to return… [Tears it up] Don’t I hear music? [Listens.]

      Gaev. That is our celebrated Jewish band. You remember – four violins, a flute, and a double-bass.

      Lubov. So it still exists? It would be nice if they came along some evening.

      Lopakhin. [Listens] I can’t hear… [Sings quietly] “For money will the Germans make a Frenchman of a Russian.” [Laughs] I saw such an awfully funny thing at the theatre last night.

      Lubov.