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 honour.
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
n 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