«Вишневый сад» на английском языке

LUBOV ANDREYEVNA RANEVSKY (Mme. RANEVSKY), a landowner

ANYA, her daughter, aged seventeen

VARYA (BARBARA), her adopted daughter, aged twenty-seven

LEONID ANDREYEVITCH GAEV, Mme. Ranevsky's brother

ERMOLAI ALEXEYEVITCH LOPAKHIN, a merchant

PETER SERGEYEVITCH TROFIMOV, a student

BORIS BORISOVITCH SIMEONOV-PISCHIN, a landowner

CHARLOTTA IVANOVNA, a governess

SIMEON PANTELEYEVITCH EPIKHODOV, a clerk

DUNYASHA (AVDOTYA FEDOROVNA), a maidservant

FIERS, an old footman, aged eighty-seven

YASHA, a young footman

A TRAMP

A STATION-MASTER

POST-OFFICE CLERK

GUESTS

A SERVANT

The action takes place on Mme. RANEVSKY'S estate

[A room which is still called the nursery. One of the doors leads into ANYA'S room. It is close on sunrise. It is May. The cherry-trees are in flower but it is chilly in the garden. There is an early frost. The windows of the room are shut. DUNYASHA comes in with a candle, and LOPAKHIN with a book in his hand.]

LOPAKHIN. The train's arrived, thank God. What's the time?

DUNYASHA. It will soon be two. [Blows out candle] It is light already.

LOPAKHIN. How much was the train late? Two hours at least. [Yawns and stretches himself] I have made a rotten mess of it! I came here on purpose to meet them at the station, and then overslept myself... in my chair. It's a pity. I wish you'd wakened me.

DUNYASHA. I thought you'd gone away. [Listening] I think I hear them coming.

LOPAKHIN. [Listens] No.... They've got to collect their luggage and so on.... [Pause] Lubov Andreyevna has been living abroad for five years; I don't know what she'll be like now.... She's a good sort — an easy, simple person. I remember when I was a boy of fifteen, my father, who is dead — he used to keep a shop in the village here — hit me on the face with his fist, and my nose bled.... We had gone into the yard together for something or other, and he was a little drunk. Lubov Andreyevna, as I remember her now, was still young, and very thin, and she took me to the washstand here in this very room, the nursery. She said, "Don't cry, little man, it'll be all right in time for your wedding." [Pause] "Little man".... My father was a peasant, it's true, but here I am in a white waistcoat and yellow shoes... a pearl out of an oyster. I'm rich now, with lots of money, but just think about it and examine me, and you'll find I'm still a peasant down to the marrow of my bones. [Turns over the pages of his book] Here I've been reading this book, but I understood nothing. I read and fell asleep. [Pause.]