CHARLOTTA. [Gives a pack of cards to PISCHIN] Here’s a pack of cards, think of any one card you like. PISCHIN. I’ve thought of one. CHARLOTTA. Now shuffle. All right, now. Give them here, oh my dear Mr. Pischin. _Ein, zwei, drei_! Now look and you’ll find it in your coat-tail pocket. PISCHIN. [Takes a card out of his coat-tail pocket] Eight of spades, quite right! [Surprised] Think of that now! CHARLOTTA. [Holds the pack of cards on the palm of her hand. To TROFIMOV] Now tell me quickly. What’s the top card? TROFIMOV. Well, the queen of spades. CHARLOTTA. Right! [To PISCHIN] Well now? What card’s on top? PISCHIN. Ace of hearts. CHARLOTTA. Right! [Claps her hands, the pack of cards vanishes] How lovely the weather is to-day. [A mysterious woman’s voice answers her, as if from under the floor, “Oh yes, it’s lovely weather, madam.”] You are so beautiful, you are my ideal. [Voice, “You, madam, please me very much too.”] STATION-MASTER. [Applauds] Madame ventriloquist, bravo! PISCHIN. [Surprised] Think of that, now! Delightful, Charlotte Ivanovna... I’m simply in love.... CHARLOTTA. In love? [Shrugging her shoulders] Can you love? _Guter Mensch aber schlechter Musikant_. TROFIMOV. [Slaps PISCHIN on the shoulder] Oh, you horse! CHARLOTTA. Attention please, here’s another trick. [Takes a shawl from a chair] Here’s a very nice plaid shawl, I’m going to sell it.... [Shakes it] Won’t anybody buy it? PISCHIN. [Astonished] Think of that now! CHARLOTTA. _Ein, zwei, drei_. [She quickly lifts up the shawl, which is hanging down. ANYA is standing behind it; she bows and runs to her mother, hugs her and runs back to the drawing-room amid general applause.] LUBOV. [Applauds] Bravo, bravo! CHARLOTTA. Once again! _Ein, zwei, drei_! [Lifts the shawl. VARYA stands behind it and bows.] PISCHIN. [Astonished] Think of that, now. CHARLOTTA. The end! [Throws the shawl at PISCHIN, curtseys and runs into the drawing-room.] PISCHIN. [Runs after her] Little wretch.... What? Would you? [Exit.] LUBOV. Leonid hasn’t come yet. I don’t understand what he’s doing so long in town! Everything must be over by now. The estate must be sold; or, if the sale never came off, then why does he stay so long? VARYA. [Tries to soothe her] Uncle has bought it. I’m certain of it. TROFIMOV. [Sarcastically] Oh, yes! VARYA. Grandmother sent him her authority for him to buy it in her name and transfer the debt to her. She’s doing it for Anya. And I’m certain that God will help us and uncle will buy it. LUBOV. Grandmother sent fifteen thousand roubles from Yaroslav to buy the property in her name--she won’t trust us--and that wasn’t even enough to pay the interest. [Covers her face with her hands] My fate will be settled to-day, my fate.... TROFIMOV. [Teasing VARYA] Madame Lopakhin! VARYA. [Angry] Eternal student! He’s already been expelled twice from the university.