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What can we do? We must live
our lives. Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya. We shall live through
the long procession of days before us, and through the long
evenings; we shall patiently bear the trials that fate imposes on
us; we shall work for others without rest, both now and when we are
old; and when our last hour comes we shall meet it humbly, and
there, beyond the grave, we shall say that we have suffered and
wept, that our life was bitter, and God will have pity on us. Ah,
then dear, dear Uncle, you and I shall see that bright and beautiful
life; we shall rejoice and look back upon our sorrow here; a tender
smile -- and -- we shall rest. I have faith, Uncle, fervent,
passionate faith. We shall rest. We shall rest. We shall hear the
angels. We shall see heaven all shining with diamonds. We shall see
all evil and all our pain sink away in the great compassion that
shall enfold the world. Our life will be as peaceful and tender and
sweet as a caress. I have faith; I have faith. My poor, poor Uncle
Vanya, you are crying! You have never known what happiness was, but
wait, Uncle Vanya, wait! We shall rest. We shall rest!
We shall rest! |
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