(Adapted from Chekhov)(Respect, man)
Between the Third and the Fourth Acts there is an interval of two years
A wide avenue leads towards a lake in the background
The sun has just gone down
Behind the curtain
MEDVIEDENKO
Why do you always wear black?
I can't understand it
My life is
Twenty-three roubles
MASHA
It isn't money that matters
Even a pauper can be happy
It works out like this:
They'll be starting the show soon
Souls merged to a work of art
It's quite understandable
Have some snuff
[Pause]
You're always philosophizing
SORIN
[leaning on a walking stick]
Brain sticking to my skull
Feel like running away again
[Laughs]
I'm retired now
TREPLIOV
There's a theatre for you!
Unimpeded view
The moon
Secret drinker
