The lawn in front of SORIN'S house.The house stands in the background, on a broad terrace.The lake, brightly reflecting the rays of the sun, lies to the left.There are flower-beds here and there.It is noon; the day is hot.ARKADINA, DORN, and MASHA are sitting on a bench on the lawn, in the shade of an old linden.An open book is lying on DORN'S knees.
ARKADINA.[To MASHA] Come, get up.[They both get up] Stand beside me.You are twenty-two and I am almost twice your age.
Tell me, Doctor, which of us is the younger looking?
DORN.You are, of course.
ARKADINA.You see! Now why is it? Because I work; my heart and mind are always busy, whereas you never move off the same spot.
You don't live.It is a maxim of mine never to look into the future.I never admit the thought of old age or death, and just accept what comes to me.
MASHA.I feel as if I had been in the world a thousand years, and I trail my life behind me like an endless scarf.Often I have no desire to live at all.Of course that is foolish.One ought to pull oneself together and shake off such nonsense.
DORN.[Sings softly]
"Tell her, oh flowers--"
ARKADINA.And then I keep myself as correct-looking as an Englishman.I am always well-groomed, as the saying is, and carefully dressed, with my hair neatly arranged.Do you think Ishould ever permit myself to leave the house half-dressed, with untidy hair? Certainly not! I have kept my looks by never letting myself slump as some women do.[She puts her arms akimbo, and walks up and down on the lawn] See me, tripping on tiptoe like a fifteen-year-old girl.
DORN.I see.Nevertheless, I shall continue my reading.[He takes up his book] Let me see, we had come to the grain-dealer and the rats.
ARKADINA.And the rats.Go on.[She sits down] No, give me the book, it is my turn to read.[She takes the book and looks for the place] And the rats.Ah, here it is.[She reads] "It is as dangerous for society to attract and indulge authors as it is for grain-dealers to raise rats in their granaries.Yet society loves authors.And so, when a woman has found one whom she wishes to make her own, she lays siege to him by indulging and flattering him." That may be so in France, but it certainly is not so in Russia.We do not carry out a programme like that.With us, a woman is usually head over ears in love with an author before she attempts to lay siege to him.You have an example before your eyes, in me and Trigorin.
SORIN comes in leaning on a cane, with NINA beside him.
MEDVIEDENKO follows, pushing an arm-chair.
SORIN.[In a caressing voice, as if speaking to a child] So we are happy now, eh? We are enjoying ourselves to-day, are we?
Father and stepmother have gone away to Tv er, and we are free for three whole days!
NINA.[Sits down beside ARKADINA, and embraces her] I am so happy.I belong to you now.
SORIN.[Sits down in his arm-chair] She looks lovely to-day.
ARKADINA.Yes, she has put on her prettiest dress, and looks sweet.That was nice of you.[She kisses NINA] But we mustn't praise her too much; we shall spoil her.Where is Trigorin?
NINA.He is fishing off the wharf.
ARKADINA.I wonder he isn't bored.[She begins to read again.]
NINA.What are you reading?
ARKADINA."On the Water," by Maupassant.[She reads a few lines to herself] But the rest is neither true nor interesting.[She lays down the book] I am uneasy about my son.Tell me, what is the matter with him? Why is he so dull and depressed lately? He spends all his days on the lake, and I scarcely ever see him any more.
MASHA.His heart is heavy.[Timidly, to NINA] Please recite something from his play.
NINA.[Shrugging her shoulders] Shall I? Is it so interesting?
MASHA.[With suppressed rapture] When he recites, his eyes shine and his face grows pale.His voice is beautiful and sad, and he has the ways of a poet.
SORIN begins to snore.
DORN.Pleasant dreams!
ARKADINA.Peter!
SORIN.Eh?
ARKADINA.Are you asleep?
SORIN.Not a bit of it.[A pause.]
ARKADINA.You don't do a thing for your health, brother, but you really ought to.
DORN.The idea of doing anything for one's health at sixty-five!
SORIN.One still wants to live at sixty-five.
DORN.[Crossly] Ho! Take some camomile tea.
ARKADINA.I think a journey to some watering-place would be good for him.
DORN.Why, yes; he might go as well as not.
ARKADINA.You don't understand.
DORN.There is nothing to understand in this case; it is quite clear.
MEDVIEDENKO.He ought to give up smoking.
SORIN.What nonsense! [A pause.]
DORN.No, that is not nonsense.Wine and tobacco destroy the individuality.After a cigar or a glass of vodka you are no longer Peter Sorin, but Peter Sorin plus somebody else.Your ego breaks in two: you begin to think of yourself in the third person.
SORIN.It is easy for you to condemn smoking and drinking; you have known what life is, but what about me? I have served in the Department of Justice for twenty-eight years, but I have never lived, I have never had any experiences.You are satiated with life, and that is why you have an inclination for philosophy, but I want to live, and that is why I drink my wine for dinner and smoke cigars, and all.
DORN.One must take life seriously, and to take a cure at sixty-five and regret that one did not have more pleasure in youth is, forgive my saying so, trifling.
MASHA.It must be lunch-time.[She walks away languidly, with a dragging step] My foot has gone to sleep.
DORN.She is going to have a couple of drinks before lunch.
SORIN.The poor soul is unhappy.
DORN.That is a trifle, your honour.
SORIN.You judge her like a man who has obtained all he wants in life.
ARKADINA.Oh, what could be duller than this dear tedium of the country? The air is hot and still, nobody does anything but sit and philosophise about life.It is pleasant, my friends, to sit and listen to you here, but I had rather a thousand times sit alone in the room of a hotel learning a role by heart.
NINA.[With enthusiasm] You are quite right.I understand how you feel.
