Book: The cherry orchard

Come, or indicate to others the way to walk.

I'm either gonna cry, or scream, or fall into a swoon. Can't! You tortured me! The woman you are!

Wonderful in the garden only that he is very large. Cherry is born every two years, and the nowhere to go, nobody buys.

There is only dirt, vulgarity, Asiatic...

If the entire province has something interesting, even remarkable, it's just our cherry orchard.

If my father and grandfather rose from their graves and looked at all the incident, how their yermolai, beaten and uneducated Ermolai, who ran barefoot in winter, how this same yermolai has bought an estate, which there is nothing more beautiful in the world. I bought the estate where my grandfather and father were slaves, where they are not even allowed in the kitchen... Hey, musicians, play, I want to hear it. Come and see how yermolai Lopakhin enough ax in the cherry orchard, how will fall to the ground trees! We will set up cottages, and our grandchildren will see new life here... Music play!

In fact, not touching other items, I have to say about themselves, among other things, that fate treats me without regret like a storm to a small ship. If I'm wrong, then why did I Wake up this morning, for example say, you see, and on my chest terrific spider... like this. (Shows with both hands.) And also kvas will take to drink, and then, suddenly, something in the highest degree indecent, like a cockroach.

Yes... This thing... (Feeling the wardrobe.) Dear, dear wardrobe! I welcome your existence, which for over one hundred years was directed towards the bright ideals of good and justice; your silent call to productive work continued unabated for a hundred years, maintaining (through tears) in generations of our family courage, faith in a better future and fostering in us ideals of goodness and social consciousness.

Every day it happens to me a misfortune. And I do not complain, used and even smile.

If allow you to kiss the hand, you then wish to the elbow, then the shoulder...

... there is no turning back, overgrown track.

- I taught every day. Every day I say the same thing. And the cherry orchard and the land must pay rent under a house, do it now, hurry - auction on the nose! Understand! Once we decide to testify, so the money you give as much as necessary, and then you are saved.
- Cottages and gardeners - is so vulgar, sorry.

Still in the village was only the Lord and men, and now there are even gardeners. All cities, even small ones, is now surrounded by villas. And we can say, cottager in twenty years grew to the strangeness.

No plays to see, and look'd frequently at themselves. Everything is gray as you are living, as many say it is unnecessary.