{
  "title": "The Cherry Orchard — Act 1 (Excerpt)",
  "source": "Anton Chekhov (translated by Constance Garnett), public domain",
  "text": "LYUBOV: Is it really you, Varya? How like your mother you are!\n\n(To Anya)\nAnd Anya is like her too.\n\nDUNYASHA: It's so long since I've seen you.\n\nLYUBOV: The nursery, my dear delightful nursery! I used to sleep here when I was a child.\n\n(Weeps)\nAnd here I am like a child still.\n\nGAYEV: The train was two hours late. What do you think of that? What sort of system is that?\n\nVARYA: I must go and get ready for the master.\n\nLOPAKHIN: Your brother, Leonid Andreyevitch, says I'm a snob, a money-grubber, but I don't mind that a bit. Let him say what he likes. I only want you to trust me as you used to, and to look at me with those wonderful, touching eyes, as you used to.\n\nLYUBOV: I can't sit still, I simply can't.\n\n(Jumps up and walks about in great agitation)\nThis happiness is too much for me. You can laugh at me. I'm silly. My own dear bookcase.\n\n(Kisses bookcase)\nMy little table!\n\nGAYEV: Nurse died while you were away.\n\nLYUBOV: Yes, God rest her soul. They wrote and told me."
}
