LUBOV. I couldn''t help mylf, I couldn''t! [They go out.]
LOPAKHIN. [In the doorway, calling after them] Plea, I ask you most humbly! Just a little glass to say good-bye. I didn''t remember to bring any from town and I only found one bottle at the station. Plea, do! [Pau] Won''t you really have any? [Goes away from the door] If I only knew—I wouldn''t have bought any. Well, I shan''t drink aher. [YASHA carefully puts the tray on a chair] You have a drink, Yasha, at any rate.
YASHA. To tho departing! And good lubsp;to tho who stay behind! [Drinks] I assure you that this isn''t real champagne.
LOPAKHIN. Eight roubles a bottle. [Pau] It''s devilish cold here.
YASHA. There are no fires to-day, we''re going away. [Laughs]
LOPAKHIN. What''s the matter with you?
YASHA. I''m just plead.
LOPAKHIN. It''s October outside, but it''s as sunny and as quiet as if it were summer. Good for building. [Looking at his watbsp;and speaking through the door] Ladies alemen, plea remember that it''s only forty-ven miill the train goes! You must go off to the station iy minutes. Hurry up.
LUBOV. I couldn''t help mylf, I couldn''t! [They go out.]
LOPAKHIN. [In the doorway, calling after them] Plea, I ask you most humbly! Just a little glass to say good-bye. I didn''t remember to bring any from town and I only found one bottle at the station. Plea, do! [Pau] Won''t you really have any? [Goes away from the door] If I only knew—I wouldn''t have bought any. Well, I shan''t drink aher. [YASHA carefully puts the tray on a chair] You have a drink, Yasha, at any rate.
YASHA. To tho departing! And good lubsp;to tho who stay behind! [Drinks] I assure you that this isn''t real champagne.
LOPAKHIN. Eight roubles a bottle. [Pau] It''s devilish cold here.
YASHA. There are no fires to-day, we''re going away. [Laughs]
LOPAKHIN. What''s the matter with you?
YASHA. I''m just plead.
LOPAKHIN. It''s October outside, but it''s as sunny and as quiet as if it were summer. Good for building. [Looking at his watbsp;and speaking through the door] Ladies alemen, plea remember that it''s only forty-ven miill the train goes! You must go off to the station iy minutes. Hurry up.
[TROFIMOV, in an overcoat, es in from the grounds.]
TROFIMOV. I think it''s time we went. The carriages are waiting. Where the devil are my goloshes? They''re lost. [Through the door] Anya, I ''t find my goloshes! I ''t!