Character: Petr Fedotovich Lopakhin

- You know, to Sing, better you instead of the dog's tenderness, would give me a grenade!
- I'll give you a grenade, Peter, I'll give you. On you grenade!
- Give can will fit in the case.
On you. This pulls over the head and his reptile! Over the head with it!

- Permission to proceed, Sergeant?
- Act, the current is something I doubt. Disappoint you have, Lopakhin!
- I let you down?
- It's very simple even fail. This is how to please a woman to no one, and twenty-seven souls grubs were released? Here, a miner, I would say, it is necessary to work hoo...
And I works do not count!
- Well, well...

- You better about your secret disease tell!
- Don't laugh it. Then the laughter - bad.
- If you want to know, trench disease, that's what!
- It is well, Nekrasov? Something like that here, sort of?
- No, this is not what you foolishly think. It is a disease not of the body, and brain.
Brain! Yes, you can't be a disease for you! Her to settle-then nothing! Nekrasov! Because soil is not present...
- What does she look like? Well, tell me, what are you doing!
- See how it turned out... Spring, remember, the actor? When the realignment was going, we moved along the front, spent the night in Semenovka. A hundred and fifty in a hut crammed. Slept and jacks, and sitting, and everything else. In the house stuffy, hot, and all that I breathe - no strength. I Wake up on the shallow need and Vasanas me like I'm in the dugout, and for me to come - you need the stairs to climb. In memory was, just remember, and climbed on the stove. And on the stove - the old woman slept. She the old woman of ninety or a hundred years. It is already of old age all the moss came from.
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It is clear that this woman foolishly imagined... I'm on pristupne furnace, and she's old junk sort of mangy, half-awake, with fright, of course, excited, and so pitifully said, "my benefactor, you what it is doing, damn son?" And she boots me in the face pokes. And laughter and sin, to God. I said, "Grandma, excuse me, for Christ's sake! Do not make a noise. And stop legs waving, but one never knows, they do you in your old age, get rid of him. Sorry, I say, grandma, sorry to interrupt you, but you're the only one for his innocence, no worries, you get cholera". With the and tears.
- The old woman?
With pristupa, you fool!

Drifted in Grobina your mother! Finished now... so, Sasha, we need to beat them!

Hey! Petitioner Ivan! Coit you're old and grey, more top-something crawl? In excavation work, as in love, we need to reach a certain depth! And you're still on top of strive to dig! Surface you are a man, Vanya!

Has smiled upon us cancers! Your three the Lord God, the old tower...