Anton Chekhov,Anya Reiss

The Three Sisters

First performed at the Moscow Art Theatre in 1901, this landmark of modern drama probes the lives and dreams of Olga, Masha and Irina, former Muscovites now living in a provincial town from which they long to escape. Their hopes for a life more suited to their cultivated tastes and sensibilities provide a touching counterpoint to the relentless flow of compromising events in the real world. With explanatory footnotes.
82 printed pages
Original publication


    Yaseminshared an impression6 months ago
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    Such an understanding and portrayal of human nature.
    Yet we continue living...


    Yaseminhas quoted6 months ago
    A new age is dawning, the people are marching on us all, a powerful, health-giving storm is gathering, it is drawing near, soon it will be upon us and it will drive away laziness, indifference, the prejudice against labour, and rotten dullness from our society. I shall work, and in twenty-five or thirty years, every man will have to work. Every one!
    Ирина Осипенкоhas quoted4 years ago
    NATASHA: God that’s…so…so classless
    MASHA: I’m sure it’s a sign of being happy if you don’t notice whether it’s summer or winter. If I was at home I wouldn’t notice I’m sure, it’d just all be home to me
    VERSHININ: I was reading the diaries of this man in prison. He wrote pages and pages about these birds he could see from his cell, they were quite common birds all over the place but he became totally fascinated. Never noticed them before and the second he got out never noticed them again. Be the same in London, you’d never notice it if you were in it. It’s like I said we aren’t programmed to be happy, just to want it
    VERSHININ’s phone beeps, he looks at the text.
    TUSENBACH: No more red?
    IRINA: (About SOLYONY who has the bottle with him.) There’s your culprit
    TUSENBACH: That was fast
    VERSHININ: (Angry.) Oh for fuck’s sake
    They all look to VERSHININ, he waves it off, only MASHA remains looking, his voicemail finishes; to MASHA privately.
    VERSHININ: I better go
    MASHA: Why?
    VERSHININ: Don’t want to make a big fuss
    MASHA: Is it a secret?
    VERSHININ: It’s my…that was my daughter, her mother’s…
    MASHA: Oh

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