[IV-1]
[Chekhov]
(Two years have passed. We are in a drawing room in Sorin's house that Treplev has turned into a study. A writing desk, bookcases, a sofa.)
(Medvedenko and Masha enter.)
MASHA: (calling) Konstantin! . . . Kostya! . . . Nobody's here. The old man's always asking, "Where's Kostya? Where's Kostya?" He can't live without him.
MED.: He's afraid of being alone. Listen to the wind. It's been blowing like that for two days.
MASHA: There are even waves on the lake.
MED.: The stage should be torn down. It's standing in the garden like a skeleton, curtain flapping in the wind. When I went by last night I thought I heard someone on stage - crying.
MASHA: What'll it be next?
MED.: I think we should go home.
MASHA: No, I'm staying here tonight.
MED.: Please. The baby must be hungry.
MASHA: You worry too much. Matryona will feed him.
MED.: Poor thing, it's the third night in a row he's been without his mother.
MASHA: All I hear from you lately is go home and take care of the baby. You've become such a bore. There was a time when we'd talk, you'd tell me about philosophy . . . now it's "go home and take care of the baby!"
MED.: Please come home.
MASHA: Go home by yourself.
MED.: Your father won't give me a horse.
MASHA: Of course he will. Ask him.
MED.: I'll try. Will you be coming home tomorrow then?
MASHA: (taking snuff) Fine, tomorrow . . . just stop pestering me.
(Treplev and Polina enter, carrying bed linen.)