by Anton Chekhov (1897)
Sonia - Female, Under 25 yrs
Scene partner - herself
Monologue - Dramatic, Under 1:00 min
Not a word! His heart and soul are still locked from me, and yet for some reason I am strangely happy. I wonder why? I told him that he was well-bred and handsome and that his voice was sweet. Was that a mistake? I can still feel his voice vibrating in the air; it caresses me. Oh! how terrible it is to be plain! I am plain, I know it. As I came out of church last Sunday I overheard a woman say, "She is a dear, noble girl, but what a pity she is so ugly!" So ugly!