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SOLYONY [coming into the drawing-roomwith CHEBUTYKIN]. With one hand I can onlylift up half a hundredweight, but with both handsI can lift up two or even two-and-a-halfhundredweight. From that I conclude that two menare not only twice but three times as strong asone man, or even more. . . .
SOLYONY. In another twenty-five years you won'tbe here, thank God. In two or three years youwill kick the bucket, or I shall lose my temperand put a bullet through your head, my angel.[Pulls a scent-bottle out of his pocket andsprinkles his chest and hands.]
VERSHININ [with animation]. How glad Iam, how glad I am! But there are three of yousisters. I remember three little girls. I don'tremember your faces, but that your father, ColonelProzorov, had three little girls I rememberperfectly, and saw them with my own eyes. Howtime passes! Hey-ho, how it passes!
VERSHININ. Yes. I studied in Moscow. I beganmy service there, I served there for years, and atlast I've been given a battery here -- I havemoved here as you see. I don't remember youexactly, I only remember you were three sisters.I remember your father. If I shut my eyes, I cansee him as though he were living. I used to visityou in Moscow. . . .
VERSHININ. What next! [laughs] You knowa great deal that's unnecessary! I don't thinkthere can be a town so dull and dismal thatintelligent and educated people are unnecessary init. Let's suppose that of the hundred thousandpeople living in this town, which is, of course,uncultured and behind the times, there are onlythree of your sort. It goes without saying thatyou cannot conquer the mass of darkness round you;little by little, as you go on living, you'll belost in the crowd. You'll have to give in to it.Life will get the better of you, but still you'llnot disappear without a trace. After you theremay appear perhaps six like you, then twelve andso on until such as you form a majority. In twoor three hundred years, life on earth will beunimaginably beautiful, marvellous. Man needssuch a life and, though he hasn't got it yet, hemust have a presentiment of it, expect it, dreamof it, prepare for it; for that he must see andknow more than his father and grandfather[laughs]. And you complain of knowing agreat deal that's unnecessary.
IRINA. You say life is beautiful. . . .Yes, but what if it only seems so! Life for usthree sisters hasn't been beautiful yet, we'vebeen stifled by it as plants are choked by weeds.. . . I'm starting to cry. . . . I mustn'tdo that [hurriedly wipes her eyes andsmiles]. I must work, I must work. Thereason we are depressed and take such a gloomyview of life is that we know nothing of work. Wecome of people who despised work. . . .
ANDREY. If you did hear well, perhaps Ishouldn't talk to you. I must talk to somebody,and my wife doesn't understand me. My sisters I'msomehow afraid of -- I'm afraid they will laugh atme and make me ashamed. . . . I don't drink,I'm not fond of restaurants, but how I'd enjoysitting at Tyestov's or the Bolshoy Moskovsky atthis moment, dear old man!
TUZENBAKH. I've got a three-barrelled name. Myname is Baron Tusenbach-Krone-Altschauer, but Ibelong to the Orthodox Church and am just asRussian as you. There is very little of theGerman left in me -- nothing, perhaps, but thepatience and obstinacy with which I bore you. Iwalk you home every evening.
VERSHININ [after a moment's thought].Well, I don't know. . . . It seems to me thateverything on earth is bound to change by degreesand is already changing before our eyes. In twoor three hundred, perhaps in a thousand years --the time does not matter -- a new, happy lifewill come. We shall have no share in that life,of course, but we're living for it, we're working,well, yes, and suffering for it, we're creating it-- and that alone is the purpose of our existence,and is our happiness, if you like.
TUSENEACH [holds up a finger to her].Laugh! [To VERSHININ] Not only in two orthree hundred years but in a million years lifewill be just the same; it doesn't change, itremains stationary, following its own laws whichwe have nothing to do with or which, anyway,we'll never find out. Migratory birds, cranes forinstance, fly backwards and forwards, and whateverideas, great or small, stray through their minds,they'll still go on flying just the same withoutknowing where or why. They fly and will continueto fly, however philosophic they may become; andit doesn't matter how philosophical they are solong as they go on flying. . . .
VERSHININ. And while my little girls werestanding in the doorway in their nightgowns andthe street was red with the fire, and there was afearful noise, I thought that something like itused to happen years ago when the enemy wouldsuddenly make a raid and begin plundering andburning, . . . And yet, in reality, what adifference there is between what is now and hasbeen in the past! And when a little more time haspassed -- another two or three hundred years --people will look at our present manner of lifewith horror and derision, and everything of todaywill seem awkward and heavy, and very strange anduncomfortable. Oh, what a wonderful life thatwill be -- what a wonderful life! [Laughs]Forgive me, here I am airing my theories again!Allow me to go on. I have such a desire to talkabout the future. I'm in the mood [apause]. It's as though everyone were asleep.And so, I say, what a wonderful life it will be!Can you only imagine? . . . Here there areonly three of your sort in the town now, but ingenerations to come there will be more and moreand more; and the time will come when everythingwill be changed and be as you would have it; theywill live in your way, and later on you too willbe out of date -- people will be born who will bebetter than you. . . . [laughs]. I amin such a strange state of mind today. I have afiendish longing for life . . . [sings].Young and old are bound by love, and precious areits pangs . . . [laughs].
IRINA [restraining herself]. Oh, I'mmiserable. . . . I can't work, I'm not goingto work. I've had enough of it, enough of it!I've been a telegraph clerk and now I have a jobin the town council and I hate and despise everybit of the work they give me. . . . I'malready twenty-three, I've been working for years,my brains are drying up, I'm getting thin and oldand ugly and there's nothing, nothing, not theslightest satisfaction, and time is passing andyou feel that you are moving away from a real, abeautiful life, moving farther and farther awayand being drawn into the depths. I'm in despairand I don't know how it is I'm alive and haven'tkilled myself yet. . . .
MASHA. I want to confess my sins, dear sisters.My soul is yearning. I'm going to confess to youand never again to anyone. . . . I'll tell youthis minute [softly]. It's my secret, butyou must know everything. . . . I can't besilent . . . [a pause]. I'm in love,I'm in love, . . . I love that man. . . .You have just seen him. . . . Well, I may aswell say it straight out. I love Vershinin.
MASHA. Oh, Olya. you are silly. I love him --so that's my fate. It means that that's my lot, .. . And he loves me. . . . It's allterrifying. Yes? Is it wrong? [TakesIRINA by the hand and draws her to herself]Oh, my darling, . . . How are we going to liveour lives, what will become of us? . . . Whenyou read a novel it all seems trite and obvious,but when you're in love yourself you see that noone knows anything and we all have to settlethings for ourselves, . . . My darlings, mysisters. . . . I've confessed it to you, nowI'll hold my tongue. . . . I'll be likeGogol's madman . . . silence . . . silence.. . .
ANDREY. They won't listen. Natasha is anexcellent, conscientious woman [paces up anddown the stage in silence, then stops]. WhenI married her, I thought we should be happy . .. happy, all of us. . . . But, my God![Weeps] Dear sisters, darling sisters, youmust not believe what I say, you mustn't believeit . . . [goes out].
FEDOTIK [looking at his watch]. We haveless than an hour. Of our battery only Solyony isgoing on the barge; we're going with the rank andfile. Three divisions of the battery are goingtoday and three more tomorrow -- and peace andquiet will descend upon the town.
OLGA [embraces both her sisters]. Themusic is so happy, so confident, and you long forlife! O my God! Time will pass, and we shall goaway for ever, and we shall be forgotten, ourfaces will be forgotten, our voices, and how manythere were of us; but our sufferings will passinto joy for those who will live after us,happiness and peace will be established uponearth, and they will remember kindly and blessthose who have lived before. Oh, dear sisters,our life is not ended yet. We shall live! Themusic is so happy, so joyful, and it seems asthough in a little while we shall know what we areliving for, why we are suffering. . . . If weonly knew -- if we only knew!
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And of course Sylvanas is evil $%^&* who wanted to murder her own sisters. Good job, Blizzard, good Removed job.
She thinks of it more of a gift than a betrayal. Goes to show how nuts she's become. She hates that she's undead, but giving such a sentence to her sisters is a gift? This came up in War Crimes, you should read it... Not their best book, but nonetheless interesting. My personal favorite is Arthas: Rise of the Lich King