A review by darkmatter
The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov

emotional reflective

4.75

LYUBOV: Why should I lie about it? I love him. He is a stone around my neck and he will, he will, take me to the bottom. But I cannot live without him.

DUNYASHA: My head is spinning, my heart...and just now the postmaster said a thing to me such that...took my breath away.
FIRS: What did he say.
DUNYASHA: He said that I was like a flower.
YASHA: Tortured comparison--
DUNYASHA: Like a flower, for I am a delicate girl -- and I love tender words.

YEPIKHODOV: Misfortune every day. Well. Then what can one do but smile?