The Cherry Orchard / Вишневый сад. Книга для чтения на английском языке

And I haven’t a copeck left either; we only just managed to get here. And mother won’t understand! We had dinner at a station; she asked for all the expensive things, and tipped the waiters one rouble each. And Charlotta too. Yasha wants his share too – it’s too bad. Mother’s got a footman now, Yasha; we’ve brought him here.

Varya. I saw the wretch.

Anya. How’s business? Has the interest been paid?

Varya. Not much chance of that.

Anya. Oh God, oh God…

Varya.

The place will be sold in August.

Anya. O God…

Lopakhin. [Looks in at the door and moos] Moo!.. [Exit.]

Varya. [Through her tears] I’d like to… [Shakes her fist.]

Anya. [EmbracesVarya, softly] Varya, has he proposed to you? [Varyashakes head] But he loves you… Why don’t you make up your minds? Why do you keep on waiting?

Varya. I think that it will all come to nothing. He’s a busy man. I’m not his affair… he pays no attention to me.

Bless the man, I don’t want to see him… But everybody talks about our marriage, everybody congratulates me, and there’s nothing in it at all, it’s all like a dream. [In another tone] You’ve got a brooch like a bee.

Anya. [Sadly] Mother bought it. [Goes into her room, and talks lightly, like a child] In Paris I went up in a balloon!

Varya. My darling’s come back, my pretty one’s come back! [Dunyashahas already returned with the coffee-pot and is making the coffee,Varyastands near the door] I go about all day, looking after the house, and I think all the time, if only you could marry a rich man, then I’d be happy and would go away somewhere by myself, then to Kiev… to Moscow, and so on, from one holy place to another.

I’d tramp and tramp. That would be splendid!

Anya. The birds are singing in the garden. What time is it now?

Varya. It must be getting on for three. Time you went to sleep, darling. [Goes intoAnya’sroom] Splendid!

EnterYashawith a plaid shawl and a travelling bag.

Yasha. [Crossing the stage: Politely] May I go this way?

Dunyasha. I hardly knew you, Yasha. You have changed abroad.

Yasha. Hm… and who are you?

Dunyasha. When you went away I was only so high. [Showing with her hand] I’m Dunyasha, the daughter of Theodore Kozoyedov. You don’t remember!

Yasha. Oh, you little cucumber!

Looks round and embraces her.