[G-IV-2]

[Deemer]

(Medvedenko joins them in the garden.)

MED.: I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

DORN: We've been admiring the bad weather.

MED.: It's so depressing. Don't you think?

DORN: Wonderfully so!

SORIN: And exhilarating!

(Med. just looks at them.)

MED.: I can't get Masha to come home and take care of the baby. She plans to spend the night.

DORN: I see the blissful stage of marriage is over.

MED.: I don't know what she wants. You'd think she doesn't want to be a mother by the way she acts. The sitter is raising the child. I barely have time to be a parent myself for the all the extra work I've taken on just to make ends meet. All I ever do is work, and all Masha ever does is complain and ignore her child.

SORIN: You complain too much yourself, goddamn it.

MED.: I'm sorry. I was just trying to explain the situation.

SORIN: Well, you've done more than enough of that.

MED.: So. We can talk about something else. You really enjoy the bad weather so much? All I can think of is that I'll have to walk home in it because Ilya won't give me a horse. It's six miles, and I have to walk in this weather.

SORIN (to Dorn): And people accuse me of not listening.

DORN (to Med.): That's why you keep so trim, you walk so much.

MED.: I'm rather take a horse.

SORIN: I want to go into the study and see if my bed is made.

DORN: We can do that.

(Dorn pushes Sorin's wheel chair. Med. follows behind.)

MED.: Every time I take a step forward, I fall two steps behind.

[follow them]