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feat_summary: {"name": "Act I", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20180409044821/http://www.gradesaver.com/uncle-vanya/study-guide/summary-act-i", "summary": "The scene is a garden with a country house in the distance. It is mid-afternoon. Marina, an elderly woman, is knitting. Michael Astrov, a doctor, approaches her. Marina asks if he would like a drink, and Astrov declines. She reminisces about when he first came to these parts, and comments that he looks much older now. Astrov sighs that he is overworked and surrounded by the oddest people, which makes one turn odd themselves. He feels that he still has his wits, but he rues that he cares for nothing and no one. He does kiss her head, though, and smiles that he is fond of her. Astrov continues to talk about what he's seen, particularly a typhus epidemic and how, when he got home, a railwayman was brought in and died right on his table. The weight of guilt at not being able to save the man crushes him; he laments that, when he and everyone else is gone hundreds of years from now, people will not remember them. Marina comforts him by saying that God will remember. Voynitsky , looking disheveled and sleepy after a nap, joins them. He complains that since the professor and his wife arrived, the house has been turned upside down. Sonya works and he does nothing, but the schedule is completely different. Marina adds her complaints about the professor's whims and how she has to put the samovar on at random hours. Astrov asks how long they are staying; Vanya jokes wryly that they will be there for a hundred years. The professor, Serebryakov, his young and lovely second wife Helen, his daughter Sonya from his first marriage , and Telegin, an elderly landowner and Sonya's godfather, come down into the garden and join them. Serebryakov compliments the scenery and then asks for tea to be sent to the study. He, his wife, and his daughter retire into the house. Vanya mocks the professor's excessive clothing on this warm day, but he gushes over Helen's beauty. Astrov tries to get Vanya to talk about what is going on in the house now, and Vanya only grumbles that he is lazy and that his mother complains all day and gets her head in a tizzy about women's rights. As for the professor, he suffers from a myriad of ailments but spends his time writing and living off his first wife's estate. He knows nothing about the art he writes about, and he seems to get too many lucky breaks. Vanya adds that his brother-in-law simply writes about things that all smart people already know--\"in other words he's spent twenty-five years chasing his own shadow\" . Astrov comments that perhaps Vanya is jealous, and Vanya laughs blackly that of course he is. He doesn't understand Serebryakov's success with women: he married Vanya's sister; his mother still likes him; and now he is married to the beautiful Helen. Astrov asks if Helen is faithful to Serebryakov, and remarks that it seems incredibly ridiculous. Telegin whines that Vanya shouldn't criticize someone who is faithful to a spouse because being unfaithful could lead to being unfaithful to one's country. Vanya, irritated, tells him to be quiet. Telegin tearfully tells them of his own wife's unfaithfulness. Now, however, she has lost her looks and her lover is dead: she has nothing, while he still has his pride. Sonya and Helen return along with Mrs. Voynitsky, and Sonya hurriedly asks Marina if she can see what new visitors to the house want. Astrov tells Helen that he's come to see her husband but she says that he is fine now. Astrov decides to stay the night; Sonya tells him she is glad, and that he can eat with them. Telegin volunteers that the samovar is cold now, and Helen, referring to him as \"Mr. Galetin,\" tells him not to worry. He corrects her, and Sonya tells Helen that Telegin is a great help to them here. Mrs. Voynitsky speaks up to tell her son about a pamphlet from Kharkov, and how it is odd because the man reversed his opinions. Vanya rolls his eyes and says they ought to stop talking about pamphlets. Mrs. Voynitsky is offended by her son's behavior, but Vanya does not care. He is forty-seven and no longer feels like he knows what to do with himself, and he cannot sleep at night because he is angry and frustrated with his wasted life. His mother chides him that he is the only one to blame and that if he wanted to do something, he should have done it. Vanya scoffs that they aren't all \"non-stop writing machines like the learned professor\" . Sonya begs them to stop bickering, and they fall silent. Helen comments that it is a perfect day. Vanya retorts that it is a perfect day to hang oneself. When Marina returns, she tells Sonya that the village people wanted to talk about the wasted land. A laborer comes up to them asking for the doctor because there is an issue at the factory. Grumbling, Astrov gets up to leave. He addresses Sonya and Helen, telling them that there is a government forest reserve next to his estate and that it is somewhat of a showpiece. If they want to come, he says, he will show them around. Helen smiles that she has heard of his fondness for forestry work, and asks if it interferes with his \"real business\" . Astrov wryly asks what life's real business really is, but comments that forestry is interesting work. Helen is surprised someone as young as he is so interested in something as dull as trees. Sonya interjects and says that it is very interesting, and that Astrov is trying to save the forest from destruction. She explains that Astrov always says, \"forest are the glory of our earth, that they teach man to appreciate beauty and give him a sense of grandeur\" . Vanya laughs and says he'll keep burning his logs and building wooden barns. Astrov responds that, yes, he can cut timber, but why ruin all the forests? Russia is losing millions of trees and the scenery has changed. Man is not a creator but merely a destroyer: he ruins forests and rivers, wildlife is destroyed, the climate is changing, and everything grows uglier. Astrov is proud of what he has saved. Sonya walks him out, asking when he will return. Helen and Vanya start walking and she chastises him for his rudeness and for the way he treats her husband. He comments that he hates him, and then he muses that she seems to move as if she were bored and life were too much. She admits that she is bored but that men always feel sorry for women because they have a demon of destruction in them and feel upset when they see a woman who doesn't belong to them. She pauses and comments that Sonya is obviously in love with the doctor and that, although he is high-strung, he is attractive. He does not seem to like her, she muses, but she and Vanya get along so well because they are both \"abysmal bores\" . Vanya feverishly proclaims his love for her, but she shushes him and tells him that he is simply too much. Telegin plays the guitar in the background.", "analysis": "Chekhov's Uncle Vanya is comprised of four acts. Although the subtitle of the play suggests it will concern \"scenes of country life,\" that's only partially accurate. The play is indeed set on a country estate at the end of the 19th century, but there are few scenes that provide any insight into what the lived experience of people in the Russian countryside might be. Instead, the play is mostly concerned with the squabbles, complaints, and thwarted dreams of the middle-class characters. By the end of the play, little to nothing has happened; everything returns to the status quo. Even a dramatic attempted murder ends with the proverbial whimper rather than a bang. For theatergoers at the time of its staging, this was remarkably aberrant. As scholar Ronald Hingley notes in his introduction to an edition of Chekhov's plays, \"we shall do better to look neither for tragedy nor comedy, but to realize that we have entered a strange anti-climactic, anti-romantic, anti-dramatic world such has never existed on the stage before Chekhov, a world with its own laws, its own dimensions, its own brand of humor.\" Rosamund Bartlett described it as a \"play about a group of unremarkable individuals who seemingly randomly enter and leave, after holding desultory conversations which invariably degenerate into arguments\" and \"is neither tragedy nor farce.\" What, then, is Uncle Vanya about? Despite its lack of a traditional plot structure, the play does establish a few points of contention. In Act I, we meet Astrov, a country doctor who is bitterly aware of the intellectual limitations of his job. He expresses derision of the people whom he treats and wonders if anyone will ever remember the work he did. However, unlike Vanya, he manages to exhibit some feeling, telling Marina about a man he could not save and how \"I felt guilty as if I'd murdered the man\" . Astrov also extols the merits of his forestry reserve, offering an impassioned account of how Russians do not create but only destroy, and how this destruction results in both devastation of the environment and the Russian character. Astrov's labors are noble, but he does not succeed in convincing anyone else  that his work invites emulation. If the title didn't already suggest it, it becomes clear that the play really belongs to Voynitsky, or Vanya. Vanya struggles with both his life as a whole and with the particular dynamic that results from Serebryakov and Helen being at the estate in person; their presence provokes and exacerbates his general feelings of unhappiness, lack of fulfillment, and exhaustion. Although Vanya normally works hard on the estate, being face-to-face with his brother-in-law and Helen renders him only able to \"sleep, eat, and drink\" . He is bitterly jealous of Serebryakov--not only for the women he attracts, but also for the fact that Serebryakov has been successful as a writer and scholar while he, Vanya, has not done anything of note. Vanya excoriates the lack of originality in Serebryakov's ideas and claims that he is \"totally obscure\" and \" spent twenty-five years chasing his own shadow\" . Ironically, one of the things that Vanya has in common with Serebryakov is his fixation on his age. Vanya bemoans the fact that he is almost fifty, whining \"I can't sleep at night for frustration and anger at the stupid way I've wasted time when I might have had everything I can't have now because I'm too old\" . Towards the end of the play, he even claims that he could have been a Dostoevsky or Schopenhauer if not for Serebryakov's diversion of his talents. In response to the first statement, Vanya's mother rightfully chastises him\" \"You're forgetting that principles on their own don't mean anything. You should have done something\" . Mrs. Voynitsky's advice could be applied to nearly all the characters, as they are prone to blaming others for their problems without taking into account their own behavior. Chekhov isn't entirely dismissive of them, though, and renders them both critically and sympathetically. They are prisoners of societal expectations, their own characteristics and viewpoints, and the vapidity of parochial existence."}
text: ACT I
  
  A country house on a terrace. In front of it a garden. In an avenue of
  trees, under an old poplar, stands a table set for tea, with a samovar,
  etc. Some benches and chairs stand near the table. On one of them is
  lying a guitar. A hammock is swung near the table. It is three o'clock
  in the afternoon of a cloudy day.
  
  MARINA, a quiet, grey-haired, little old woman, is sitting at the table
  knitting a stocking.
  
  ASTROFF is walking up and down near her.
  
  MARINA. [Pouring some tea into a glass] Take a little tea, my son.
  
  ASTROFF. [Takes the glass from her unwillingly] Somehow, I don't seem to
  want any.
  
  MARINA. Then will you have a little vodka instead?
  
  ASTROFF. No, I don't drink vodka every day, and besides, it is too hot
  now. [A pause] Tell me, nurse, how long have we known each other?
  
  MARINA. [Thoughtfully] Let me see, how long is it? Lord--help me to
  remember. You first came here, into our parts--let me think--when was
  it? Sonia's mother was still alive--it was two winters before she died;
  that was eleven years ago--[thoughtfully] perhaps more.
  
  ASTROFF. Have I changed much since then?
  
  MARINA. Oh, yes. You were handsome and young then, and now you are an
  old man and not handsome any more. You drink, too.
  
  ASTROFF. Yes, ten years have made me another man. And why? Because I am
  overworked. Nurse, I am on my feet from dawn till dusk. I know no rest;
  at night I tremble under my blankets for fear of being dragged out to
  visit some one who is sick; I have toiled without repose or a day's
  freedom since I have known you; could I help growing old? And then,
  existence is tedious, anyway; it is a senseless, dirty business, this
  life, and goes heavily. Every one about here is silly, and after
  living with them for two or three years one grows silly oneself. It is
  inevitable. [Twisting his moustache] See what a long moustache I have
  grown. A foolish, long moustache. Yes, I am as silly as the rest, nurse,
  but not as stupid; no, I have not grown stupid. Thank God, my brain is
  not addled yet, though my feelings have grown numb. I ask nothing, I
  need nothing, I love no one, unless it is yourself alone. [He kisses her
  head] I had a nurse just like you when I was a child.
  
  MARINA. Don't you want a bite of something to eat?
  
  ASTROFF. No. During the third week of Lent I went to the epidemic at
  Malitskoi. It was eruptive typhoid. The peasants were all lying side by
  side in their huts, and the calves and pigs were running about the floor
  among the sick. Such dirt there was, and smoke! Unspeakable! I slaved
  among those people all day, not a crumb passed my lips, but when I got
  home there was still no rest for me; a switchman was carried in from the
  railroad; I laid him on the operating table and he went and died in
  my arms under chloroform, and then my feelings that should have been
  deadened awoke again, my conscience tortured me as if I had killed the
  man. I sat down and closed my eyes--like this--and thought: will our
  descendants two hundred years from now, for whom we are breaking the
  road, remember to give us a kind word? No, nurse, they will forget.
  
  MARINA. Man is forgetful, but God remembers.
  
  ASTROFF. Thank you for that. You have spoken the truth.
  
  Enter VOITSKI from the house. He has been asleep after dinner and
  looks rather dishevelled. He sits down on the bench and straightens his
  collar.
  
  VOITSKI. H'm. Yes. [A pause] Yes.
  
  ASTROFF. Have you been asleep?
  
  VOITSKI. Yes, very much so. [He yawns] Ever since the Professor and his
  wife have come, our daily life seems to have jumped the track. I sleep
  at the wrong time, drink wine, and eat all sorts of messes for luncheon
  and dinner. It isn't wholesome. Sonia and I used to work together and
  never had an idle moment, but now Sonia works alone and I only eat and
  drink and sleep. Something is wrong.
  
  MARINA. [Shaking her head] Such a confusion in the house! The Professor
  gets up at twelve, the samovar is kept boiling all the morning, and
  everything has to wait for him. Before they came we used to have dinner
  at one o'clock, like everybody else, but now we have it at seven. The
  Professor sits up all night writing and reading, and suddenly, at two
  o'clock, there goes the bell! Heavens, what is that? The Professor wants
  some tea! Wake the servants, light the samovar! Lord, what disorder!
  
  ASTROFF. Will they be here long?
  
  VOITSKI. A hundred years! The Professor has decided to make his home
  here.
  
  MARINA. Look at this now! The samovar has been on the table for two
  hours, and they are all out walking!
  
  VOITSKI. All right, don't get excited; here they come.
  
  Voices are heard approaching. SEREBRAKOFF, HELENA, SONIA, and TELEGIN
  come in from the depths of the garden, returning from their walk.
  
  SEREBRAKOFF. Superb! Superb! What beautiful views!
  
  TELEGIN. They are wonderful, your Excellency.
  
  SONIA. To-morrow we shall go into the woods, shall we, papa?
  
  VOITSKI. Ladies and gentlemen, tea is ready.
  
  SEREBRAKOFF. Won't you please be good enough to send my tea into the
  library? I still have some work to finish.
  
  SONIA. I am sure you will love the woods.
  
  HELENA, SEREBRAKOFF, and SONIA go into the house. TELEGIN sits down at
  the table beside MARINA.
  
  VOITSKI. There goes our learned scholar on a hot, sultry day like this,
  in his overcoat and goloshes and carrying an umbrella!
  
  ASTROFF. He is trying to take good care of his health.
  
  VOITSKI. How lovely she is! How lovely! I have never in my life seen a
  more beautiful woman.
  
  TELEGIN. Do you know, Marina, that as I walk in the fields or in
  the shady garden, as I look at this table here, my heart swells with
  unbounded happiness. The weather is enchanting, the birds are singing,
  we are all living in peace and contentment--what more could the soul
  desire? [Takes a glass of tea.]
  
  VOITSKI. [Dreaming] Such eyes--a glorious woman!
  
  ASTROFF. Come, Ivan, tell us something.
  
  VOITSKI. [Indolently] What shall I tell you?
  
  ASTROFF. Haven't you any news for us?
  
  VOITSKI. No, it is all stale. I am just the same as usual, or perhaps
  worse, because I have become lazy. I don't do anything now but croak
  like an old raven. My mother, the old magpie, is still chattering about
  the emancipation of woman, with one eye on her grave and the other on
  her learned books, in which she is always looking for the dawn of a new
  life.
  
  ASTROFF. And the Professor?
  
  VOITSKI. The Professor sits in his library from morning till night, as
  usual--
  
     "Straining the mind, wrinkling the brow,
      We write, write, write,
      Without respite
      Or hope of praise in the future or now."
  
  Poor paper! He ought to write his autobiography; he would make a
  really splendid subject for a book! Imagine it, the life of a retired
  professor, as stale as a piece of hardtack, tortured by gout, headaches,
  and rheumatism, his liver bursting with jealousy and envy, living on the
  estate of his first wife, although he hates it, because he can't afford
  to live in town. He is everlastingly whining about his hard lot, though,
  as a matter of fact, he is extraordinarily lucky. He is the son of
  a common deacon and has attained the professor's chair, become the
  son-in-law of a senator, is called "your Excellency," and so on. But
  I'll tell you something; the man has been writing on art for twenty-five
  years, and he doesn't know the very first thing about it. For
  twenty-five years he has been chewing on other men's thoughts about
  realism, naturalism, and all such foolishness; for twenty-five years he
  has been reading and writing things that clever men have long known and
  stupid ones are not interested in; for twenty-five years he has been
  making his imaginary mountains out of molehills. And just think of the
  man's self-conceit and presumption all this time! For twenty-five years
  he has been masquerading in false clothes and has now retired absolutely
  unknown to any living soul; and yet see him! stalking across the earth
  like a demi-god!
  
  ASTROFF. I believe you envy him.
  
  VOITSKI. Yes, I do. Look at the success he has had with women! Don Juan
  himself was not more favoured. His first wife, who was my sister, was
  a beautiful, gentle being, as pure as the blue heaven there above us,
  noble, great-hearted, with more admirers than he has pupils, and she
  loved him as only beings of angelic purity can love those who are as
  pure and beautiful as themselves. His mother-in-law, my mother, adores
  him to this day, and he still inspires a sort of worshipful awe in her.
  His second wife is, as you see, a brilliant beauty; she married him in
  his old age and has surrendered all the glory of her beauty and freedom
  to him. Why? What for?
  
  ASTROFF. Is she faithful to him?
  
  VOITSKI. Yes, unfortunately she is.
  
  ASTROFF. Why unfortunately?
  
  VOITSKI. Because such fidelity is false and unnatural, root and branch.
  It sounds well, but there is no logic in it. It is thought immoral for a
  woman to deceive an old husband whom she hates, but quite moral for her
  to strangle her poor youth in her breast and banish every vital desire
  from her heart.
  
  TELEGIN. [In a tearful voice] Vanya, I don't like to hear you talk so.
  Listen, Vanya; every one who betrays husband or wife is faithless, and
  could also betray his country.
  
  VOITSKI. [Crossly] Turn off the tap, Waffles.
  
  TELEGIN. No, allow me, Vanya. My wife ran away with a lover on the day
  after our wedding, because my exterior was unprepossessing. I have never
  failed in my duty since then. I love her and am true to her to this day.
  I help her all I can and have given my fortune to educate the daughter
  of herself and her lover. I have forfeited my happiness, but I have kept
  my pride. And she? Her youth has fled, her beauty has faded according to
  the laws of nature, and her lover is dead. What has she kept?
  
  HELENA and SONIA come in; after them comes MME. VOITSKAYA carrying a
  book. She sits down and begins to read. Some one hands her a glass of
  tea which she drinks without looking up.
  
  SONIA. [Hurriedly, to the nurse] There are some peasants waiting out
  there. Go and see what they want. I shall pour the tea. [Pours out some
  glasses of tea.]
  
  MARINA goes out. HELENA takes a glass and sits drinking in the hammock.
  
  ASTROFF. I have come to see your husband. You wrote me that he had
  rheumatism and I know not what else, and that he was very ill, but he
  appears to be as lively as a cricket.
  
  HELENA. He had a fit of the blues yesterday evening and complained of
  pains in his legs, but he seems all right again to-day.
  
  ASTROFF. And I galloped over here twenty miles at break-neck speed! No
  matter, though, it is not the first time. Once here, however, I am going
  to stay until to-morrow, and at any rate sleep _quantum satis._
  
  SONIA. Oh, splendid! You so seldom spend the night with us. Have you had
  dinner yet?
  
  ASTROFF. No.
  
  SONIA. Good. So you will have it with us. We dine at seven now. [Drinks
  her tea] This tea is cold!
  
  TELEGIN. Yes, the samovar has grown cold.
  
  HELENA. Don't mind, Monsieur Ivan, we will drink cold tea, then.
  
  TELEGIN. I beg your pardon, my name is not Ivan, but Ilia, ma'am--Ilia
  Telegin, or Waffles, as I am sometimes called on account of my
  pock-marked face. I am Sonia's godfather, and his Excellency, your
  husband, knows me very well. I now live with you, ma'am, on this estate,
  and perhaps you will be so good as to notice that I dine with you every
  day.
  
  SONIA. He is our great help, our right-hand man. [Tenderly] Dear
  godfather, let me pour you some tea.
  
  MME. VOITSKAYA. Oh! Oh!
  
  SONIA. What is it, grandmother?
  
  MME. VOITSKAYA. I forgot to tell Alexander--I have lost my memory--I
  received a letter to-day from Paul Alexevitch in Kharkoff. He has sent
  me a new pamphlet.
  
  ASTROFF. Is it interesting?
  
  MME. VOITSKAYA. Yes, but strange. He refutes the very theories which he
  defended seven years ago. It is appalling!
  
  VOITSKI. There is nothing appalling about it. Drink your tea, mamma.
  
  MME. VOITSKAYA. It seems you never want to listen to what I have to say.
  Pardon me, Jean, but you have changed so in the last year that I
  hardly know you. You used to be a man of settled convictions and had an
  illuminating personality----
  
  VOITSKI. Oh, yes. I had an illuminating personality, which illuminated
  no one. [A pause] I had an illuminating personality! You couldn't say
  anything more biting. I am forty-seven years old. Until last year I
  endeavoured, as you do now, to blind my eyes by your pedantry to the
  truths of life. But now--Oh, if you only knew! If you knew how I lie
  awake at night, heartsick and angry, to think how stupidly I have wasted
  my time when I might have been winning from life everything which my old
  age now forbids.
  
  SONIA. Uncle Vanya, how dreary!
  
  MME. VOITSKAYA. [To her son] You speak as if your former convictions
  were somehow to blame, but you yourself, not they, were at fault. You
  have forgotten that a conviction, in itself, is nothing but a dead
  letter. You should have done something.
  
  VOITSKI. Done something! Not every man is capable of being a writer
  _perpetuum mobile_ like your Herr Professor.
  
  MME. VOITSKAYA. What do you mean by that?
  
  SONIA. [Imploringly] Mother! Uncle Vanya! I entreat you!
  
  VOITSKI. I am silent. I apologise and am silent. [A pause.]
  
  HELENA. What a fine day! Not too hot. [A pause.]
  
  VOITSKI. A fine day to hang oneself.
  
  TELEGIN tunes the guitar. MARINA appears near the house, calling the
  chickens.
  
  MARINA. Chick, chick, chick!
  
  SONIA. What did the peasants want, nurse?
  
  MARINA. The same old thing, the same old nonsense. Chick, chick, chick!
  
  SONIA. Why are you calling the chickens?
  
  MARINA. The speckled hen has disappeared with her chicks. I am afraid
  the crows have got her.
  
  TELEGIN plays a polka. All listen in silence. Enter WORKMAN.
  
  WORKMAN. Is the doctor here? [To ASTROFF] Excuse me, sir, but I have
  been sent to fetch you.
  
  ASTROFF. Where are you from?
  
  WORKMAN. The factory.
  
  ASTROFF. [Annoyed] Thank you. There is nothing for it, then, but to go.
  [Looking around him for his cap] Damn it, this is annoying!
  
  SONIA. Yes, it is too bad, really. You must come back to dinner from the
  factory.
  
  ASTROFF. No, I won't be able to do that. It will be too late. Now where,
  where--[To the WORKMAN] Look here, my man, get me a glass of vodka, will
  you? [The WORKMAN goes out] Where--where--[Finds his cap] One of the
  characters in Ostroff's plays is a man with a long moustache and short
  wits, like me. However, let me bid you good-bye, ladies and gentlemen.
  [To HELENA] I should be really delighted if you would come to see me
  some day with Miss Sonia. My estate is small, but if you are interested
  in such things I should like to show you a nursery and seed-bed whose
  like you will not find within a thousand miles of here. My place is
  surrounded by government forests. The forester is old and always ailing,
  so I superintend almost all the work myself.
  
  HELENA. I have always heard that you were very fond of the woods. Of
  course one can do a great deal of good by helping to preserve them, but
  does not that work interfere with your real calling?
  
  ASTROFF. God alone knows what a man's real calling is.
  
  HELENA. And do you find it interesting?
  
  ASTROFF. Yes, very.
  
  VOITSKI. [Sarcastically] Oh, extremely!
  
  HELENA. You are still young, not over thirty-six or seven, I should say,
  and I suspect that the woods do not interest you as much as you say they
  do. I should think you would find them monotonous.
  
  SONIA. No, the work is thrilling. Dr. Astroff watches over the old woods
  and sets out new plantations every year, and he has already received a
  diploma and a bronze medal. If you will listen to what he can tell you,
  you will agree with him entirely. He says that forests are the ornaments
  of the earth, that they teach mankind to understand beauty and attune
  his mind to lofty sentiments. Forests temper a stern climate, and in
  countries where the climate is milder, less strength is wasted in the
  battle with nature, and the people are kind and gentle. The inhabitants
  of such countries are handsome, tractable, sensitive, graceful in speech
  and gesture. Their philosophy is joyous, art and science blossom among
  them, their treatment of women is full of exquisite nobility----
  
  VOITSKI. [Laughing] Bravo! Bravo! All that is very pretty, but it is
  also unconvincing. So, my friend [To ASTROFF] you must let me go on
  burning firewood in my stoves and building my sheds of planks.
  
  ASTROFF. You can burn peat in your stoves and build your sheds of stone.
  Oh, I don't object, of course, to cutting wood from necessity, but why
  destroy the forests? The woods of Russia are trembling under the blows
  of the axe. Millions of trees have perished. The homes of the wild
  animals and birds have been desolated; the rivers are shrinking, and
  many beautiful landscapes are gone forever. And why? Because men are too
  lazy and stupid to stoop down and pick up their fuel from the ground.
  [To HELENA] Am I not right, Madame? Who but a stupid barbarian could
  burn so much beauty in his stove and destroy that which he cannot make?
  Man is endowed with reason and the power to create, so that he may
  increase that which has been given him, but until now he has not
  created, but demolished. The forests are disappearing, the rivers are
  running dry, the game is exterminated, the climate is spoiled, and the
  earth becomes poorer and uglier every day. [To VOITSKI] I read irony in
  your eye; you do not take what I am saying seriously, and--and--after
  all, it may very well be nonsense. But when I pass peasant-forests
  that I have preserved from the axe, or hear the rustling of the young
  plantations set out with my own hands, I feel as if I had had some small
  share in improving the climate, and that if mankind is happy a thousand
  years from now I will have been a little bit responsible for their
  happiness. When I plant a little birch tree and then see it budding
  into young green and swaying in the wind, my heart swells with pride and
  I--[Sees the WORKMAN, who is bringing him a glass of vodka on a tray]
  however--[He drinks] I must be off. Probably it is all nonsense, anyway.
  Good-bye.
  
  He goes toward the house. SONIA takes his arm and goes with him.
  
  SONIA. When are you coming to see us again?
  
  ASTROFF. I can't say.
  
  SONIA. In a month?
  
  ASTROFF and SONIA go into the house. HELENA and VOITSKI walk over to the
  terrace.
  
  HELENA. You have behaved shockingly again. Ivan, what sense was there
  in teasing your mother and talking about _perpetuum mobile?_ And at
  breakfast you quarreled with Alexander again. Really, your behaviour is
  too petty.
  
  VOITSKI. But if I hate him?
  
  HELENA. You hate Alexander without reason; he is like every one else,
  and no worse than you are.
  
  VOITSKI. If you could only see your face, your gestures! Oh, how tedious
  your life must be.
  
  HELENA. It is tedious, yes, and dreary! You all abuse my husband and
  look on me with compassion; you think, "Poor woman, she is married to
  an old man." How well I understand your compassion! As Astroff said just
  now, see how you thoughtlessly destroy the forests, so that there will
  soon be none left. So you also destroy mankind, and soon fidelity and
  purity and self-sacrifice will have vanished with the woods. Why cannot
  you look calmly at a woman unless she is yours? Because, the doctor
  was right, you are all possessed by a devil of destruction; you have no
  mercy on the woods or the birds or on women or on one another.
  
  VOITSKI. I don't like your philosophy.
  
  HELENA. That doctor has a sensitive, weary face--an interesting face.
  Sonia evidently likes him, and she is in love with him, and I can
  understand it. This is the third time he has been here since I have
  come, and I have not had a real talk with him yet or made much of him.
  He thinks I am disagreeable. Do you know, Ivan, the reason you and I are
  such friends? I think it is because we are both lonely and unfortunate.
  Yes, unfortunate. Don't look at me in that way, I don't like it.
  
  VOITSKI. How can I look at you otherwise when I love you? You are my
  joy, my life, and my youth. I know that my chances of being loved in
  return are infinitely small, do not exist, but I ask nothing of you.
  Only let me look at you, listen to your voice--
  
  HELENA. Hush, some one will overhear you.
  
  [They go toward the house.]
  
  VOITSKI. [Following her] Let me speak to you of my love, do not drive me
  away, and this alone will be my greatest happiness!
  
  HELENA. Ah! This is agony!
  
  TELEGIN strikes the strings of his guitar and plays a polka. MME.
  VOITSKAYA writes something on the leaves of her pamphlet.
  
  The curtain falls.
  
  
  
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Act I
target: The scene is a garden with a country house in the distance. It is mid-afternoon. Marina, an elderly woman, is knitting. Michael Astrov, a doctor, approaches her. Marina asks if he would like a drink, and Astrov declines. She reminisces about when he first came to these parts, and comments that he looks much older now. Astrov sighs that he is overworked and surrounded by the oddest people, which makes one turn odd themselves. He feels that he still has his wits, but he rues that he cares for nothing and no one. He does kiss her head, though, and smiles that he is fond of her. Astrov continues to talk about what he's seen, particularly a typhus epidemic and how, when he got home, a railwayman was brought in and died right on his table. The weight of guilt at not being able to save the man crushes him; he laments that, when he and everyone else is gone hundreds of years from now, people will not remember them. Marina comforts him by saying that God will remember. Voynitsky , looking disheveled and sleepy after a nap, joins them. He complains that since the professor and his wife arrived, the house has been turned upside down. Sonya works and he does nothing, but the schedule is completely different. Marina adds her complaints about the professor's whims and how she has to put the samovar on at random hours. Astrov asks how long they are staying; Vanya jokes wryly that they will be there for a hundred years. The professor, Serebryakov, his young and lovely second wife Helen, his daughter Sonya from his first marriage , and Telegin, an elderly landowner and Sonya's godfather, come down into the garden and join them. Serebryakov compliments the scenery and then asks for tea to be sent to the study. He, his wife, and his daughter retire into the house. Vanya mocks the professor's excessive clothing on this warm day, but he gushes over Helen's beauty. Astrov tries to get Vanya to talk about what is going on in the house now, and Vanya only grumbles that he is lazy and that his mother complains all day and gets her head in a tizzy about women's rights. As for the professor, he suffers from a myriad of ailments but spends his time writing and living off his first wife's estate. He knows nothing about the art he writes about, and he seems to get too many lucky breaks. Vanya adds that his brother-in-law simply writes about things that all smart people already know--"in other words he's spent twenty-five years chasing his own shadow" . Astrov comments that perhaps Vanya is jealous, and Vanya laughs blackly that of course he is. He doesn't understand Serebryakov's success with women: he married Vanya's sister; his mother still likes him; and now he is married to the beautiful Helen. Astrov asks if Helen is faithful to Serebryakov, and remarks that it seems incredibly ridiculous. Telegin whines that Vanya shouldn't criticize someone who is faithful to a spouse because being unfaithful could lead to being unfaithful to one's country. Vanya, irritated, tells him to be quiet. Telegin tearfully tells them of his own wife's unfaithfulness. Now, however, she has lost her looks and her lover is dead: she has nothing, while he still has his pride. Sonya and Helen return along with Mrs. Voynitsky, and Sonya hurriedly asks Marina if she can see what new visitors to the house want. Astrov tells Helen that he's come to see her husband but she says that he is fine now. Astrov decides to stay the night; Sonya tells him she is glad, and that he can eat with them. Telegin volunteers that the samovar is cold now, and Helen, referring to him as "Mr. Galetin," tells him not to worry. He corrects her, and Sonya tells Helen that Telegin is a great help to them here. Mrs. Voynitsky speaks up to tell her son about a pamphlet from Kharkov, and how it is odd because the man reversed his opinions. Vanya rolls his eyes and says they ought to stop talking about pamphlets. Mrs. Voynitsky is offended by her son's behavior, but Vanya does not care. He is forty-seven and no longer feels like he knows what to do with himself, and he cannot sleep at night because he is angry and frustrated with his wasted life. His mother chides him that he is the only one to blame and that if he wanted to do something, he should have done it. Vanya scoffs that they aren't all "non-stop writing machines like the learned professor" . Sonya begs them to stop bickering, and they fall silent. Helen comments that it is a perfect day. Vanya retorts that it is a perfect day to hang oneself. When Marina returns, she tells Sonya that the village people wanted to talk about the wasted land. A laborer comes up to them asking for the doctor because there is an issue at the factory. Grumbling, Astrov gets up to leave. He addresses Sonya and Helen, telling them that there is a government forest reserve next to his estate and that it is somewhat of a showpiece. If they want to come, he says, he will show them around. Helen smiles that she has heard of his fondness for forestry work, and asks if it interferes with his "real business" . Astrov wryly asks what life's real business really is, but comments that forestry is interesting work. Helen is surprised someone as young as he is so interested in something as dull as trees. Sonya interjects and says that it is very interesting, and that Astrov is trying to save the forest from destruction. She explains that Astrov always says, "forest are the glory of our earth, that they teach man to appreciate beauty and give him a sense of grandeur" . Vanya laughs and says he'll keep burning his logs and building wooden barns. Astrov responds that, yes, he can cut timber, but why ruin all the forests? Russia is losing millions of trees and the scenery has changed. Man is not a creator but merely a destroyer: he ruins forests and rivers, wildlife is destroyed, the climate is changing, and everything grows uglier. Astrov is proud of what he has saved. Sonya walks him out, asking when he will return. Helen and Vanya start walking and she chastises him for his rudeness and for the way he treats her husband. He comments that he hates him, and then he muses that she seems to move as if she were bored and life were too much. She admits that she is bored but that men always feel sorry for women because they have a demon of destruction in them and feel upset when they see a woman who doesn't belong to them. She pauses and comments that Sonya is obviously in love with the doctor and that, although he is high-strung, he is attractive. He does not seem to like her, she muses, but she and Vanya get along so well because they are both "abysmal bores" . Vanya feverishly proclaims his love for her, but she shushes him and tells him that he is simply too much. Telegin plays the guitar in the background.
feat_summary_analysis: Chekhov's Uncle Vanya is comprised of four acts. Although the subtitle of the play suggests it will concern "scenes of country life," that's only partially accurate. The play is indeed set on a country estate at the end of the 19th century, but there are few scenes that provide any insight into what the lived experience of people in the Russian countryside might be. Instead, the play is mostly concerned with the squabbles, complaints, and thwarted dreams of the middle-class characters. By the end of the play, little to nothing has happened; everything returns to the status quo. Even a dramatic attempted murder ends with the proverbial whimper rather than a bang. For theatergoers at the time of its staging, this was remarkably aberrant. As scholar Ronald Hingley notes in his introduction to an edition of Chekhov's plays, "we shall do better to look neither for tragedy nor comedy, but to realize that we have entered a strange anti-climactic, anti-romantic, anti-dramatic world such has never existed on the stage before Chekhov, a world with its own laws, its own dimensions, its own brand of humor." Rosamund Bartlett described it as a "play about a group of unremarkable individuals who seemingly randomly enter and leave, after holding desultory conversations which invariably degenerate into arguments" and "is neither tragedy nor farce." What, then, is Uncle Vanya about? Despite its lack of a traditional plot structure, the play does establish a few points of contention. In Act I, we meet Astrov, a country doctor who is bitterly aware of the intellectual limitations of his job. He expresses derision of the people whom he treats and wonders if anyone will ever remember the work he did. However, unlike Vanya, he manages to exhibit some feeling, telling Marina about a man he could not save and how "I felt guilty as if I'd murdered the man" . Astrov also extols the merits of his forestry reserve, offering an impassioned account of how Russians do not create but only destroy, and how this destruction results in both devastation of the environment and the Russian character. Astrov's labors are noble, but he does not succeed in convincing anyone else  that his work invites emulation. If the title didn't already suggest it, it becomes clear that the play really belongs to Voynitsky, or Vanya. Vanya struggles with both his life as a whole and with the particular dynamic that results from Serebryakov and Helen being at the estate in person; their presence provokes and exacerbates his general feelings of unhappiness, lack of fulfillment, and exhaustion. Although Vanya normally works hard on the estate, being face-to-face with his brother-in-law and Helen renders him only able to "sleep, eat, and drink" . He is bitterly jealous of Serebryakov--not only for the women he attracts, but also for the fact that Serebryakov has been successful as a writer and scholar while he, Vanya, has not done anything of note. Vanya excoriates the lack of originality in Serebryakov's ideas and claims that he is "totally obscure" and " spent twenty-five years chasing his own shadow" . Ironically, one of the things that Vanya has in common with Serebryakov is his fixation on his age. Vanya bemoans the fact that he is almost fifty, whining "I can't sleep at night for frustration and anger at the stupid way I've wasted time when I might have had everything I can't have now because I'm too old" . Towards the end of the play, he even claims that he could have been a Dostoevsky or Schopenhauer if not for Serebryakov's diversion of his talents. In response to the first statement, Vanya's mother rightfully chastises him" "You're forgetting that principles on their own don't mean anything. You should have done something" . Mrs. Voynitsky's advice could be applied to nearly all the characters, as they are prone to blaming others for their problems without taking into account their own behavior. Chekhov isn't entirely dismissive of them, though, and renders them both critically and sympathetically. They are prisoners of societal expectations, their own characteristics and viewpoints, and the vapidity of parochial existence.