by Anton Chekhov (1897)
Voitski - Male, Over 50 yrs
Scene partner - Helena
Monologue - Dramatic, Under 1:00 min
Soon the rain will be over, and all nature will sigh and awake refreshed. Only I am not refreshed by the storm. Day and night the thought haunts me like a fiend, that my life is lost for ever. My past does not count, because I frittered it away on trifles, and the present has so terribly miscarried! What shall I do with my life and my love? What is to become of them? This wonderful feeling of mine will be wasted and lost as a ray of sunlight is lost that falls into a dark chasm, and my life will go with it.
[Helena: I am as it were benumbed when you speak to me of your love, and I don't know how to answer you. Forgive me, I have nothing to say to you. Good-night!]
If you only knew how I am tortured by the thought that beside me in this house is another life that is being lost forever — it is yours! What are you waiting for? What accursed philosophy stands in your way? Oh, understand, understand —