Character: Lopakhin Ermolai Alekseevich

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!

When I work long hours, without getting tired, then thoughts of chill, and it feels like I too know what I exist. And how, brother, in Russia people who are there for some unknown reason.

It's true. I must say, life is stupid.

Lord, you've given us huge forests, immense fields, the deepest horizons, and, living here, we ourselves ought really to be giants.

Every outrage has its decency.