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 Vasilevna,
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.
Goto 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 wil tell
I won't bother you at all
And of what I'm thinking
Never will I dare to speak.
During daytime
all the