The sisters Olga, Masha, and Irina live with their brother Andrey in a provincial Russian town, and plan to return to Moscow, where they grew up, as soon as they’re able. Olga doesn’t want to continue working at the school where she’s a teacher and occasional headmaster; Masha is disillusioned in her marriage; Irina hopes to find her true love; and Andrey shows promise of becoming a professor. Also stationed in their town is a battery of soldiers that provide them with a social life. When Andrey falls in love with Natasha, their hopes for change are dashed, bit by bit.
First performed in 1901 at the Moscow Art Theatre, Three Sisters is considered one of Chekhov’s best plays. While critical reception at the time was mixed, the show was popular enough to become a part of the company’s repertoire, and is still commonly staged and adapted today.
way or another. Goodbye, dear. … Kisses her hands. The papers which you gave me are on my table under the calendar.
Irina
I am coming with you.
Tuzenbach
Nervously. No, no! He goes quickly and stops in the avenue. Irina!
Irina
What is it?
Tuzenbach
Not knowing what to say. I haven’t had any coffee today. Tell them to make me some. … He goes out quickly.Irina stands deep in thought. Then she goes to the back of the stage and sits on a swing. Andrey comes in with the perambulator and Ferapont also appears.
Ferapont
Andrey Sergeyevitch, it isn’t as if the documents were mine, they are the government’s. I didn’t make them.
Andrey
Oh, what has become of my past and where is it? I used to be young, happy, clever, I used to be able to think and frame clever ideas, the present and the future seemed to me full of hope. Why do we, almost before we have begun to live, become dull, grey, uninteresting, lazy, apathetic, useless, unhappy. … This town has already been in existence for two hundred years and it has a hundred thousand inhabitants, not one of whom is in any way different from the others. There has never been, now or at any other time, a single leader of men, a single scholar, an artist, a man of even the slightest eminence who might arouse envy or a passionate desire to be imitated. They only eat, drink, sleep, and then they die … more people are born and also eat, drink, sleep, and so as not to go silly from boredom, they try to make life many-sided with their beastly backbiting, vodka, cards, and litigation. The wives deceive their husbands, and the husbands lie, and pretend they see nothing and hear nothing, and the evil influence irresistibly oppresses the children and the divine spark in them is extinguished, and they become just as pitiful corpses and just as much like one another as their fathers and mothers. … Angrily to Ferapont. What do you want?
Ferapont
What? Documents want signing.
Andrey
I’m tired of you.
Ferapont
Handing him papers. The hall-porter from the law courts was saying just now that in the winter there were two hundred degrees of frost in Petersburg.
Andrey
The present is beastly, but when I think of the future, how good it is! I feel so light, so free; there is a light in the distance, I see freedom. I see myself and my children freeing ourselves from vanities, from kvass, from goose baked with cabbage, from after-dinner naps, from base idleness. …
Ferapont
He was saying that two thousand people were frozen to death. The people were frightened, he said. In Petersburg or Moscow, I don’t remember which.
Andrey
Overcome by a tender emotion. My dear sisters, my beautiful sisters! Crying. Masha, my sister. …
Natasha
At the window. Who’s talking so loudly out here? Is that you, Andrey? You’ll wake little Sophie. Il ne faut pas faire du bruit, la Sophie est dormée deja. Vous êtes un ours.Angrily. If you want to talk, then give the perambulator and the baby to somebody else. Ferapont, take the perambulator!
Ferapont
Yes’m. Takes the perambulator.
Andrey
Confused. I’m speaking quietly.
Natasha
At the window, nursing her boy. Bobby! Naughty Bobby! Bad little Bobby!
Andrey
Looking through the papers. All right, I’ll look them over and sign if necessary, and you can take them back to the offices. …
Goes into house reading papers; Ferapont takes the perambulator to the back of the garden.
Natasha
At the window. Bobby, what’s your mother’s name? Dear, dear! And who’s this? That’s Aunt Olga. Say to your aunt, “How do you do, Olga!”
Two wandering musicians, a man and a girl, are playing on a violin and a harp. Vershinin, Olga, and Anfisa come out of the house and listen for a minute in silence; Irina comes up to them.
Olga
Our garden might be a public thoroughfare, from the way people walk and ride across it. Nurse, give those musicians something!
Anfisa
Gives money to the musicians. Go away with God’s blessing on you. The musicians bow and go away. A bitter sort of people. You don’t play on a full stomach. To Irina. How do you do, Arisha! Kisses her. Well, little girl, here I am, still alive! Still alive! In the high school, together with little Olga, in her official apartments … so the Lord has appointed for my old age. Sinful woman that I am, I’ve never lived like that in my life before. … A large flat, government property, and I’ve a whole room and bed to myself. All government property. I wake up at nights and, oh God, and Holy Mother, there isn’t a happier person than I!
Vershinin
Looks at his watch. We are going soon, Olga Sergeyevna. It’s time for me to go. Pause. I wish you every … every. … Where’s Maria Sergeyevna?
Irina
She’s somewhere in the garden. I’ll go and look for her.
Vershinin
If you’ll be so kind. I haven’t time.
Anfisa
I’ll go and look, too. Shouts. Little Masha, co-ee! Goes out with Irina down into the garden. Co-ee, co-ee!
Vershinin
Everything comes to an end. And so we, too, must part. Looks at his watch. The town gave us a sort of farewell breakfast, we had champagne to drink and the mayor made a speech, and I ate and listened, but my soul was here all the time. … Looks round the garden. I’m so used to you now.
Olga
Shall we ever meet again?
Vershinin
Probably not. Pause. My wife and both my daughters will stay here another two months. If anything happens, or if anything has to be done …
Olga
Yes, yes, of course. You need not worry. Pause. Tomorrow there won’t be a single soldier left in the town, it will all be a memory, and, of course, for us a
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