by Anton Chekhov
Version by Sarah Ruhl
Act III: Olga
Read by Olivia MacFadden Elliot
Don’t cry, my girl, don’t cry. I can’t bear it.
Sweetheart, as your sister, and as a friend, if you want my advice, marry the Baron!
You respect him. You value him. True, he’s not the best looking,
but he’s so decent, so clear… People don’t marry for love, they
marry for duty. At least, that’s what I think, and I’d get married
without being in love. As long as he was decent, who cares, I’d
even marry an old man.
I understand, I do. When the Baron left the
army and visited us in that civilian jacket,he looked so plain even
I started to cry. He asked, “Why are you crying?” What could
I tell him! But if God joined the two of you in marriage, I’d be
happy. That would be an entirely different thing!