LOPAKHIN [Listens] No.... They‘vegot to collect their luggage and so on....[Pause] Lubov Andreyevna has beenliving abroad for five years; I don‘tknow what she‘ll be like now....
˝Littleman˝. My father was a peasant, it‘strue, but here I am in a whitewaistcoat and yellow shoes... a pearlout of an oyster.
and very thin, and shetook me to the washstand here in thisvery room, the nursery. She said,Don‘t cry, little man, it‘ll be all right intime for your wedding."
The cherry-trees are in flowerbut it is chilly in the garden. There isan early frost. The windows of theroom are shut. DUNYASHA comes inwith a candle, and LOPAKHIN with abook in his hand.]
[A room which is still called thenursery. One of the doors leads intoANYA‘S room. It is close on sunrise. Itis May.
