Three Sisters

by Anton Chekhov

Version by Penguin Books, translated by Peter Carson

Act I: Masha

Read by Lucy Blewett

It doesn’t matter… I’ll come back this evening. Goodbye, my dear… Let me again wish you health and happiness. In the old days, when Father was alive, thirty or forty officers used to come on each of our name-days,  it was really noisy, but today there are only one and a half people and it’s quiet as the desert… I’m going… Today I’m in a melancholy mood, I’m feeling depressed, so don’t listen to me, Irina. We’ll talk later, but goodbye for now, my dear, I’m going somewhere.