LUBOV. Oh, my sins.... I’ve always scattered money about without holding myself in, like a madwoman, and I married a man who made nothing but debts. My husband died of champagne--he drank terribly--and to my misfortune, I fell in love with another man and went off with him, and just at that time--it was my first punishment, a blow that hit me right on the head--here, in the river... my boy was drowned, and I went away, quite away, never to return, never to see this river again...I shut my eyes and ran without thinking, but _he_ ran after me... without pity, without respect. I bought a villa near Mentone because _he_ fell ill there, and for three years I knew no rest either by day or night; the sick man wore me out, and my soul dried up. And last year, when they had sold the villa to pay my debts, I went away to Paris, and there he robbed me of all I had and threw me over and went off with another woman. I tried to poison myself.... It was so silly, so shameful.... And suddenly I longed to be back in Russia, my own land, with my little girl.... [Wipes her tears] Lord, Lord be merciful to me, forgive me my sins! Punish me no more! [Takes a telegram out of her pocket] I had this to-day from Paris.... He begs my forgiveness, he implores me to return.... [Tears it up] Don’t I hear music? [Listens.] GAEV. That is our celebrated Jewish band. You remember--four violins, a flute, and a double-bass. LUBOV So it still exists? It would be nice if they came along some evening. LOPAKHIN. [Listens] I can’t hear.... [Sings quietly] “For money will the Germans make a Frenchman of a Russian.” [Laughs] I saw such an awfully funny thing at the theatre last night. LUBOV. I’m quite sure there wasn’t anything at all funny. You oughtn’t to go and see plays, you ought to go and look at yourself. What a grey life you lead, what a lot you talk unnecessarily. LOPAKHIN. It’s true. To speak the straight truth, we live a silly life. [Pause] My father was a peasant, an idiot, he understood nothing, he didn’t teach me, he was always drunk, and always used a stick on me. In point of fact, I’m a fool and an idiot too. I’ve never learned anything, my handwriting is bad, I write so that I’m quite ashamed before people, like a pig! LUBOV. You ought to get married, my friend. LOPAKHIN. Yes... that’s true. LUBOV. Why not to our Varya? She’s a nice girl. LOPAKHIN. Yes. LUBOV. She’s quite homely in her ways, works all day, and, what matters most, she’s in love with you. And you’ve liked her for a long time. LOPAKHIN. Well? I don’t mind... she’s a nice girl. [Pause.] GAEV. I’m offered a place in a bank. Six thousand roubles a year.... Did you hear? LUBOV. What’s the matter with you! Stay where you are.... [Enter FIERS with an overcoat.] FIERS. [To GAEV] Please, sir, put this on, it’s damp. GAEV. [Putting it on] You’re a nuisance, old man. FIERS It’s all very well.... You went away this morning without telling me. [Examining GAEV.] LUBOV. How old you’ve grown, Fiers!