[IV-8]

[Chekhov]

ILYA: He'll get there all right.

POLINA: Please, sit down. I want to get in a game before supper.

(Ilya, Dorn and Masha sit at the table to play cards.)

IRINA: (to Trigorin) We always play lotto here when the nights get longer in the fall. This is the same set my mother taught us with when we were children. Let's play.

(Irina and Trigorin sit down at the card table.)

IRINA: It's not a bad game once you get used to it.

TREPLEV: (looking through the magazine at his desk, then to audience) He read his own story, but the pages of mine haven't been touched.

(He puts the magazine on the desk and moves for the door, kissing his mother on the top of the head as he passes.)

IRINA: Won't you play a game with us?

TREPLEV: I don't feel like it. I'm going for a walk.

(He leaves.)

[follow Treplev]

[stay here]