ANYA. [Imploringly] Uncle!
VARYA. Uncle, you shouldn’t!
GAEV. [Stupidly] Double the red into the middle.... I’ll be quiet.
[Enter TROFIMOV, then LOPAKHIN.]
TROFIMOV. Well, it’s time to be off.
LOPAKHIN. Epikhodov, my coat!
LUBOV. I’ll sit here one more minute. It’s as if I’d never really noticed what the walls and ceilings of this house were like, and now I look at them greedily, with such tender love....
GAEV. I remember, when I was six years old, on Trinity Sunday, I sat at this window and looked and saw my father going to church....
LUBOV. Have all the things been taken away?
LOPAKHIN. Yes, all, I think. [To EPIKHODOV, putting on his coat] You see that everything’s quite straight, Epikhodov.