THE CHERRY ORCHARD
1903 Script
CHARACTERS
LYUBĂV ANDRĂEVNA RANĂVSKAYA (LyĂșba), a landowner
ĂNYA (Ănechka), her daughter, seventeen years old
VĂRYA (VarvĂĄra MikhĂĄilovna), her adopted daughter, twenty-four years old
LEONĂD ANDRĂEVICH GĂEV (LyĂłnya), Ranevskayaâs brother
ERMOLĂI ALEXĂEVICH LOPĂKHIN (AlexĂ©ich), a merchant
PYĂTR SERGĂEVICH TROFĂMOV (PĂ©tya), a student
BORĂS BORĂSOVICH SIMEĂNOV-PĂSHCHIK, a landowner
CHARLĂTTA IVĂNOVNA [no last name], a governess
SEMYĂN PANTELĂEVICH EPIKHĂDOV, a clerk
DUNYĂSHA (AvdĂłtya FyĂłdorvna KozoĂ©dova), a maid
FIRS (Nikolaevich), a servant, eighty-seven years old
YĂSHA, a young servant
A PASSERBY
THE STATIONMASTER
A POSTAL CLERK
GUESTS, SERVANTS
The action takes place on L. A. Ranevskayaâs estate.
ACT ONE
A room which is still called the nursery. One of the doors leads to Anyaâs room. Daybreak, the sun will rise soon. It is already May, the cherry trees are in bloom, but it is chilly. There is a morning frost in the orchard. The windows in the room are shut.
Dunyasha enters with a candle and Lopakhin with a book in his hand.
LOPAKHIN
The trainâs come, thank God. What time is it?
DUNYASHA
Going on two. (Blows out the candle) Itâs already light.
LOPAKHIN
How late does that make the train? A couple of hours at least. (Yawns and stretches) Iâm a fine one, too! Made a fool of myself! Came here on purpose to meet them at the station, and slept right through it . . . Sat down and fell asleep. A shame . . . You might have waked me up.
DUNYASHA
I thought you left. (Listens) There, I think itâs them.
LOPAKHIN
(Listens) No . . . Theyâve got to pick up the luggage and all that . . .
Pause.
Lyubov Andreevnaâs been living abroad for five years. I donât know what sheâs like now . . . Sheâs a good person. Easy, simple. I remember when I was a kid of about five or six, my late fatherâhe kept a shop then, here in the villageâpunched me in the face with his fist. My nose bled . . . We had come here to the yard together for some reason, and he was a bit drunk. Lyubov Andreevna, I remember it like today, still a young thing, so slender, she led me to the washstand, here, in this same room, in the nursery. âDonât cry, peasant-boy,â she says, âitâll go away by your wedding day . . .â
Pause.
Peasant-boy . . . True, my father was a peasant, but here I am in a white waistcoat and yellow shoes. A pig in the parlor. Oh, Iâm rich all right, Iâve got lots of money, but if you really look into it, Iâm as peasant as a peasant can be . . . (Leafs through the book) Iâm reading this book and donât understand a thing. I fell asleep reading it.
Pause.
DUNYASHA
And the dogs didnât sleep all night. They can sense the masters are coming.
LOPAKHIN
Dunyasha, why are you soâ
DUNYASHA
My hands are trembling.
LOPAKHIN
Youâre much too pampered, Dunyasha. You dress like a young lady, and do your hair up, too. Itâs not right. Remember who you are.
Epikhodov enters with a bouquet. He wears a jacket and brightly polished boots that creak loudly. He drops the bouquet as he enters.
EPIKHODOV
(Picking up the bouquet) The gardener sent it. He says to put it in the dining room. (He hands the bouquet to Dunyasha)
LOPAKHIN
And bring me some kvass.
DUNYASHA
Yes, sir. (Exits)
EPIKHODOV
Thereâs a morning frost, three below, and the cherry trees are all in bloom. I cannot appro...