The Sea-Gull by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
page 14 of 85 (16%)
page 14 of 85 (16%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
now? He was inimitable as Rasplueff, better than Sadofski. Where is he
now? ARKADINA. Don't ask me where all those antediluvians are! I know nothing about them. [She sits down.] SHAMRAEFF. [Sighing] Pashka Tchadin! There are none left like him. The stage is not what it was in his time. There were sturdy oaks growing on it then, where now but stumps remain. DORN. It is true that we have few dazzling geniuses these days, but, on the other hand, the average of acting is much higher. SHAMRAEFF. I cannot agree with you; however, that is a matter of taste, _de gustibus._ Enter TREPLIEFF from behind the stage. ARKADINA. When will the play begin, my dear boy? TREPLIEFF. In a moment. I must ask you to have patience. ARKADINA. [Quoting from Hamlet] My son, "Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black grained spots As will not leave their tinct." [A horn is blown behind the stage.] |
|