[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.