Uncle Vanya

by Anton Chekhov, Tyrone Guthrie (translator), Leonid Kipnis

Famous play by the Russian short story writer and playwright. His major plays are frequently revived in modern productions.

Genres: Plays, Classics, Russia, Drama, Fiction, Russian Literature, Theatre

Paperback

First published January 2, 1897

About the author

Antón Chéjov (Spanish)

Dramas, such as The Seagull (1896, revised 1898), and including "A Dreary Story" (1889) of Russian writer Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, also Chekov, concern the inability of humans to communicate.

Born ( Антон Павлович Чехов ) in the small southern seaport of Taganrog, the son of a grocer. His grandfather, a serf, bought his own freedom and that of his three sons in 1841. He also taught to read. A cloth merchant fathered Yevgenia Morozova, his mother.

"When I think back on my childhood," Chekhov recalled, "it all seems quite gloomy to me." Tyranny of his father, religious fanaticism, and long nights in the store, open from five in the morning till midnight, shadowed his early years. He attended a school for Greek boys in Taganrog from 1867 to 1868 and then Taganrog grammar school. Bankruptcy of his father compelled the family to move to Moscow. At the age of 16 years in 1876, independent Chekhov for some time alone in his native town supported through private tutoring.

In 1879, Chekhov left grammar school and entered the university medical school at Moscow. In the school, he began to publish hundreds of short comics to support his mother, sisters and brothers. Nicholas Leikin published him at this period and owned Oskolki (splinters), the journal of Saint Petersburg. His subjected silly social situations, marital problems, and farcical encounters among husbands, wives, mistresses, and lust; even after his marriage, Chekhov, the shy author, knew not much of whims of young women.

Nenunzhaya pobeda , first novel of Chekhov, set in 1882 in Hungary, parodied the novels of the popular Mór Jókai. People also mocked ideological optimism of Jókai as a politician.

Chekhov graduated in 1884 and practiced medicine. He worked from 1885 in Peterburskaia gazeta.

In 1886, Chekhov met H.S. Suvorin, who invited him, a regular contributor, to work for Novoe vremya, the daily paper of Saint Petersburg. He gained a wide fame before 1886. He authored The Shooting Party , his second full-length novel, later translated into English. Agatha Christie used its characters and atmosphere in later her mystery novel The Murder of Roger Ackroyd . First book of Chekhov in 1886 succeeded, and he gradually committed full time. The refusal of the author to join the ranks of social critics arose the wrath of liberal and radical intelligentsia, who criticized him for dealing with serious social and moral questions but avoiding giving answers. Such leaders as Leo Tolstoy and Nikolai Leskov, however, defended him. "I'm not a liberal, or a conservative, or a gradualist, or a monk, or an indifferentist. I should like to be a free artist and that's all..." Chekhov said in 1888.

The failure of The Wood Demon , play in 1889, and problems with novel made Chekhov to withdraw from literature for a period. In 1890, he traveled across Siberia to Sakhalin, remote prison island. He conducted a detailed census of ten thousand convicts and settlers, condemned to live on that harsh island. Chekhov expected to use the results of his research for his doctoral dissertation. Hard conditions on the island probably also weakened his own physical condition. From this journey came his famous travel book.

Chekhov practiced medicine until 1892. During these years, Chechov developed his concept of the dispassionate, non-judgmental author. He outlined his program in a letter to his brother Aleksandr: "1. Absence of lengthy verbiage of political-social-economic nature; 2. total objectivity; 3. truthful descriptions of persons and objects; 4. extreme brevity; 5. audacity and originality; flee the stereotype; 6. compassion." Because he objected that the paper conducted against [a:Alfred Dreyfu

Reviews

[Nayra.Hassan · Rating 5 out of 5]

هو الحليم اذا غضب.. هو البعير اذا هلك
العم فانيا سيجعلك تتساءل :هل للطحالب جذور؟
هل هناك ما يحول*السلبيين* لقوى محركة؟
مع تشيكوف لن تجد ندابون و لا أبطال
لا اصباغ و لا مكياج . .
فقط مجموعة من المبهمين ممن سيجبرك تشيكوف على التعاطف معهم في مسرحية عرضت في اخر ايام القرن 19

بروفيسور متقاعد متباهي مغرور عاد مع زوجته الشابة لضيعته التي ورثها من زوجته الأولى..و لاعوام طويلة ظل العم فانيا شقيق زوجته المتوفاة؛ يرسل له إيراد المزرعة و يكتفى براتب صغير البروفيسور البغيض يستدعي طبيب بشري يائس "استروف " ليعالج عنزته!!!؟🐐

هل استروف هو تشيكوف لو لم يجد متنفسا حقيقيا في قلمه المسنن الحاد الذي اشبع به الانسانية تشريحا؟
الكل يقع في حب إلينا الزوجة الشابة ليطفو صراع مكتوم في أجواء المزرعة الغير سعيدة مطلقا

تكون شرارة التغيير هي رغبة البروفيسور في بيع المزرعة🏡 ..فمن الذي سيتداعي؟ و من الذي سيتغير فانيا ام استروف؟ ؟

[Luís · Rating 5 out of 5]

If Uncle Vania is a very Russian play, its modernity and subject give it a form of universality. When old professor Sérébriakov retires to his property in the countryside, accompanied by his beautiful young wife, he finds his daughter Sonia and Vania, his brother-in-law. She manages the domain, which is seconded by old nanny Marina and Efim, his domestic. He also met Téléguine, a ruined owner, and Astrov, an ecological doctor - an arrival that will disturb and generate existential challenges. In this family lock-up, thwarted love, friendship, and desire give rise to frustrations that lead the characters to self-destruction, even if they believe in their dreams and do not resign themselves. Chekhov paints a half-country, half-intellectual bourgeoisie in the sinking process, incapable of evolving. A painting of humanity in a crisis touches us because it is a statement of failure; it shows men who know they have missed their lives but cannot leave them. Remarkable.

[Henry Avila · Rating 4 out of 5]

An old retired ailing professor, the gout, Alexandre Serebriakov living with relatives just before the turn of the twentieth century in the isolated lonely Russian countryside on the struggling large estate, he inherited too soon from
his dead wife (how long will it survive? ) fanatically preoccupied in writing which no one else cares about anymore, he was a former minor celebrity, neglects the world around, anti- social , aloof and now left alone his choice, causing friction in the leaderless house, his quest to be relevant again slowly fades like the sunset, a young unhappy second wife of 27, Yeliena Andryeevkna quite pretty which attracts unwanted admirers, men want what they cannot reach, a need as old as the human race, she's too afraid of misadventures to step out, Sonia along with the gloomy Ivan runs the business of managing the estate, bored of life in love but the man is not, the eternal dead end, his the owner's plain looking daughter by the first wife; Maryia Voinitskaia mother of his late spouse, to reside in peace her only want , Ivan Voinitsky (Uncle Vanya) her troubled, volatile son in love with Yeliena, doctor Mihail Astrov also fascinated by Yeliena and thus a frequent visitor. Good -looking, intelligent, in his thirties likes planting trees trying to restore the nearby forest an impossibility, a slight drinking problem though. Ilyia Telyeghin landless landowner a poor man taking charity, still plays a mean guitar and Marina an ancient rather obese servant in reality a member of the family, a fine knitter, there is plenty of room here for the desperate crowd , Uncle Vanya feels the tension mount the pressure intense. An interesting vision of a divided house which will never last , must fall , where it lands nobody can guess , and the sure collateral damage . All seem frustrated by the situation they're living, not aware that Lincoln said: "Folks are usually about as happy as they make up their minds to be". The stew in the pot is soon to explode the splash will destroy, never to return to the previous scene. Another example of why the famous Russian writer was... such a word is overused today, magnificent, however this applies here for all to view and none can deny, the talent shows. If you enjoy the dark aspects of Russian literature this certainly flows into the top level and then descends the bottomless pit of human angst...subliminal though it isn't, the unpleasantness clear for all to see...

[BookHunter M ُH َM َD · Rating 4 out of 5]

عن الشقيانين و كل عزاءهم أنهم سيرتاحون فى الجنة و لا أمل لهم مطلقا فى الراحة تحت هذه الشمس و فوق هذه الأرض

[Mohammad Hrabal · Rating 5 out of 5]

چه کسی خواندن این نمایشنامه را به من پیشنهاد کرد؟ حقیقتش را بخواهید آقای "ریوسوکی هاماگوچی". با دیدن فیلم خوب "ماشین مرا بران" مشتاق به خواندن این اثر شدم. البته فیلم اقتباس شده از این نمایشنامه، توسط آقای "کونچالوفسکی" را هم دیدم. هر سه را به شما هم پیشنهاد می‌کنم.
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زندگی خودش، ملال انگیز و احمقانه و مزخرف است... این زندگی آدم را در خودش غرق می‌کند. مردمی که دور و بر آدم هستند همه عجیب و غریب‌اند، همه‌شان. وقتی آدم چند سالی میان آنها زندگی کند بدون اینکه متوجه شود خودش هم عجیب و غریب می‌شود. ص 26 کتاب
وقتی در زندگی واقعیتی نبود آدم باید با تصورات زندگی کند. ص 56 کتاب
حقیقت هر چه تلخ باشد به تلخی بلاتکلیفی نیست. ص 73 کتاب
ای کاش می‌شد که آدم بقیه‌ی عمرش را طور دیگری، در راه تازه‌ای، زندگی کند. یک روز صبح آفتابی بیدار شود و ببیند که زندگی نوی را شروع کرده است و گذشته فراموش شده و مثل دود به هوا رفته و ناپدید شده. ص 99 کتاب
آنهایی که صد یا دویست سال بعد از ما زندگی می‌کنند و زندگی ما را به دلیل احمقانه بودنش، خالی بودنش تحقیر می‌کنند شاید بتوانند وسیله‌ای پیدا کنند که خوشبخت باشند... اما ما... برای تو و من فقط یک امید وجود دارد. امید اینکه وقتی توی قبر می‌خوابیم شاید خواب‌های خوش ببینیم. ص 100 کتاب
دایی وانیا باید به زندگی ادامه بدهیم. شب‌ها وروزهای دراز و ملال انگیزی در پیش داریم. باید با صبر و حوصله رنج‌ها و سختی‌هایی را که سرنوشت برای ما می‌فرستد تحمل کنیم. باید برای دیگران کار کنیم. و وقتی عمرمان سر رسید بی ‌سر و صدا بمیریم. و آنجا زیر خاک خواهیم گفت که چه رنجی کشیدیم! چه گریه‌ها کردیم! خواهیم گفت که زندگی ما تلخ بود. ص 109 کتاب

[فايز غازي Fayez Ghazi · Rating 4 out of 5]

- "انك لم تذق في حياتك للسعادة طعماً ولكن صبراً يا خال فانيا... صبراً فسوف ننعم بالراحة... سننعم بالراحة"، هذه نهاية المسرحية، وما قالته سونيا لخالها فانيا، الخال الذي امضى حياته يكد ويتعب في خدمة "وهم" البروفيسور العالم المثقف... والذي فطن الى نفسه بعد ان فات الفوت ومضى الميعاد!

- الواقعية تتجسد عارية في هذه المسرحية القصيرة، الفقر العقلي والجهل الفكري مصبوبان في شخصيات المسرحية تحت عنوان السذاجة والإنخداع، ويتكشف هذا الوهم في لحظة المواجهة حين يدنو الوهم ويصبح واضحاً للعيّان.. لكن بمجرد ان يعود الوهم ليبتعد نعود الى القالب الذي صنعناه لأنفسنا ونعيد القناع على اعيننا كأننا ما رأينا او كأننا رأينا وما عرفنا انه سراب في سراب... وفي هذه اللحظات، وعلى عادة السذّج نستمر في الرتابة بإنتظار الموت الآتي متشدقين بالراحة الأبدية... يحضرني قول محمود درويش "وانت في طريقك للحياة لا تنسى ان تعيش"!

[Lisa · Rating 5 out of 5]

I really think there should be the option "seen" on Goodreads for the plays we experience on stage. It is much more powerful than merely reading them.

Spending a few days in London with my three teenagers last week, we all agreed on the favourite treats: the two (very different) theatre performances we watched, one of which was Uncle Vanya at the Harold Pinter Theatre in Westend.

Those scenes in the end, when Uncle Vanya, Astrov and Sonya reflect on their suffering, and find hope in the idea that the future will make their individual pain obsolete, and that people will find better ways to communicate and share with each other, for better relationships to develop! The double pain you feel as a spectator, knowing they were so wrong about the future, and so right about assessing their own misery!

We still cater to narcissistic energy vampires and long for love in the most hopeless places. We still suffer from a lopsided supply in desire and attraction towards undeserving people for superficial reasons. We still struggle to find our role in families where different needs and wishes clash with brutal force, and we still find solace in committing to everyday tasks to stay sane - "cultiver notre jardin", as Voltaire's Candide would have put it after experiencing the craziness we call the world.

Watching the raw emotions play out on stage while the world keeps feeding the insane frenzy of a few powerful all-consuming egos is a strong indication of Aristotelian cathartic healing actually working to a certain degree.

For you leave the misery on stage and walk out into the London night, watching people leaving theatres around you, and despite all, you feel a tiny bit better and more hopeful.

As long as theatres set up plays, not all is lost!

[Issa Deerbany · Rating 3 out of 5]

الخال فانيا الذي اضاع حياته هباء، يتنازل عن حصته في الإقطاعية لأخته ويعمل من اجل اخته وزوجها البروفيسور الاستاذ الكبير ليقوم بالانفاق على أبحاثه.

تموت اخته ويتزوج البروفيسور الذي اصبح عجوزا امرأة شابة يقع الجميع في غرامها ومنهم الخال فانيا.

الحياة في الإقطاعية مملة جدا وآلة يريد ارضاء البروفيسور الاناني والذي يحول نظام البيت على هواه ومزاجه.

استيقظ الخال فانيا عندما عرف ان البروفيسور سيحاول ان يقنع ابنته ببيع الإقطاعية والرحيل الى المدينة، يجن جنونه ويحاول إطلاق النار على البروفيسور.

في النهاية تعود الحياة الى رتابتها المملة في العمل وعمل الحسابات، بعد رحيل البروفيسور الذي ضمن ان يستمر تدفق النقود من اجل احتياجاته.

كم من بشر مثل الخال فانيا، يعمل ويكافح ويؤثر الآ��رين على نفسه من تجل إسعادهم ولا يتلقى اَي ثناء او شكر على تضحياته.

[Kenny · Rating 5 out of 5]

"Oh, yes! I used to be an inspiring personality who never inspired anybody!
Uncle Vanya ~~~ Anton Chekhov



Random fact: Vanya translates to John in English. The literal title of Chekhov's play in English is Uncle John.

This review is both on Chekhov's play, and David Mamet's translation. Uncle Vanya is often relegated to the weakest of Chekhov's four major plays. That is unfortunate since it is an amazing work. I will admit, I'm not a fan of Mamet's work, but in his Chekhov translations, Mamet's writing is at its best. In Mamet's hands, Chekhov become not the stuffy lifeless playwright of scholars and academia, but living, breathing characters filled with passion and emotions. Here Chekhov's characters become sexual and passionate ~~ made more of earth than air.

Mamet is more controlled here then he is on his own plays. This translation is closer to what Chekhov intended than most I have ever read. These people are modern, just as they were modern in Chekhov's original work ~~ in Chekhov's time.



Chekhov and Mamet both write characters that are loaded with life. Both write about contemporary, life in its simultaneous simplicity and complexity. I highly recommend Mamet's translation of Uncle Vanya. He has written a beautiful translation.

[Rozhan Sadeghi · Rating 4 out of 5]

3.75
ریویوی دایی وانیا رو با یه سوال شروع می‌کنم:
بیکاری بهتره یا حسرت کارهای کرده و اشتباهات مرتکب شده رو خوردن؟

این سوالی بود که من سرتاسر این 70 صفحه‌ی نمایشنامه‌‌ی کوتاه چخوف از خودم می‌‌‌پرسیدم. تعداد شخصیت‌های کتاب هرچند محدوده، اما تک تک اون‌ها به نحوی دارند با دو مسئله دست‌وپنجه نرم می‌کنند. یکی درگیری با ملالت ناشی از بی‌کاری. بی‌کاری‌ای که در واقع از ترس برای انجام کار اشتباه نشأت می‌گیره.
و دیگری، سرزنش خود به خاطر کارهای اشتباهی که در گذشته انجام دادند.
یکی حسرت عاشق نشدن رو می‌خوره، یکی حسرت عرقی که برای آدمی بی‌لیاقت ریخته. یکی از شغل الانش پشیمونه و حسرت شغل رویاییش رو می‌خوره و دیگری حسرت اعتراف نکردن احساسات.

وقتی زندگی کوتاه 21 ساله‌ی خودم رو مرور می‌کنم می‌بینم که من تو زندگیم کم اشتباه نکردم. من تو دبیرستان رشته‌ی اشتباهی رو خوندم. رشته‌ای که برای من سراسر استرس و خستگی و بی‌ذوقی بود.
من عاشق آدمی شدم که کس دیگه‌ای رو دوست می‌داشت و خب، مسلما در عشقم شکست خوردم.
من سر اولین کاری که رفتم کارفرمای اشتباهی رو انتخاب کردم و به همین خاطر ماه‌ها بابت حقوقی که باید دریافت می‌کردم سرم کلاه رفت.

با این حال، در کلیشه‌ای‌ترین حالت ممکن من از انجام هیچکدومشون پشیمون نیستم. رشته‌ی تجربی، من رو با یک سری از جالب‌ترین آدم‌های زندگیم آشنا و نفرت نسبت به این رشته من رو برای تغییر اون و پیدا کردن مسیر زندگیم مصمم‌تر کرد.
عاشق اون آدم شدن، با اینکه سخت بود ولی حداقل باعث شد من کتاب‌ها، فیلم‌ها و شعرهای عاشقانه‌ای که می‌خونم و می‌بینم رو با تک تک استخون‌هام درک کنم.
در تجربه‌ی اول کاری هرچند از من سواستفاده شد، اما هم در مسیر تونستم مهارت‌های خودم رو تقویت کنم، هم تو انتخاب محل‌ کار بعدی تونستم هوشمندانه‌ و با احتیاط بیشتری تصمیم‌ بگیرم.

تک تک این اشتباهات تجربه‌ی زیسته‌ی من رو پربارتر کردند. و الان که به گذشته نگاه می‌کنم می‌بینم من حسرت کارهایی رو می‌خورم که نکردم؛ نه اشتباهاتی که مرتکب شدم. برای همین اگه به اول ریویو برگردم سوال خودم رو اینجوری جواب می‌دم:
من ترجیح می‌دم هزاران بار اشتباه کنم تا اینکه بخوام بعدا از انجام ندادنشون و گرفتار بی‌کاری شدن حسرت بخورم. شما چی؟

[Dream.M · Rating 4 out of 5]

توی این نمایشنامه هیچ اتفاق شاخصی نمیوفته
همه چیز در جایی که شروع شده بود، تموم میشه
و تو باید نابغه ای مثل چخوف باشی که بتونی از هیچی یه شاهکار محبوب بسازی.

[Lyn · Rating 4 out of 5]

Uncle Vanya was completed by Russian playwright, author and doctor Anton Chekhov in 1897 and first produced in Moscow in 1899. This fairly complicated interaction between a group of people, secluded in a country estate is filled with dramatic irony and with overwhelming themes of introspection, ennui and dashed hopes. To say it is bleak would be like saying Conan O’Brien can be a snarky smart ass.

But this is Russian drama, so some darkness can be expected, even anticipated. I wonder if long, cold winter nights of cabin fever will just get to you.

An elitist professor and his much younger trophy wife have returned to visit the country estate that keeps him up. Residing there and maintaining the estate is his daughter from his deceased first wife and his former brother-in-law, along with a country doctor and a handful of other folks. The professor is self centered and petulant, his wife is disillusioned, Uncle Vanya is tiresome but rightfully indignant and his niece Sonya is disconsolate from rejections both real and imagined.

Essentially, everyone is unhappy and melancholy and Chekhov has created an atmosphere of mercurial unease and unrest; a black comedy with frayed edges.

Actually, about half way through, it occurred to me that this read like a Woody Allen film and I wondered if he had ever directed Uncle Vanya. I’ll be damned if he had in fact made a modernized adaptation, the 1987 film September, starring Mia Farrow and Elaine Stritch. I pulled up Netflix and watched, noting that Allen had made some distinct changes, altered the gender and relational complexities some, but had maintained the overall sense of disquietude.

Boil some potatoes, have ready a tall bottle of Stolichnaya and enjoy.

[Luffy Sempai · Rating 2 out of 5]

This play was something that was perhaps too subtle for its own good. Average to moderate intelligence, not versed in literary theory, not nimbus of psychoanalysis, will find this play 'affadi' like they say in French. The salutary force of a play of this calibre can only be deconstructionism.

I have no doubt that there is a great amount of depth to this work of Chekhov. Say I acquire an abtract painting that is only a blank canvas. Then I try all sorts of tricks to make sense of it. Then someone thinks of shining black light to this 'picture'. The idea bears fruit and we see blood spread onto the canvas.

We need a sort of black light to this play. Else it comes out as trite and uninteresting. It is strange that only in literature, and the 7th art does this inexactitude apply. The surface of the play is harmless and mild fun. That is all that most naked vision will reveal, unenhanced by knowledge and training.

It is to be noted that many works of modern literature play with the comprehension of this sort without resorting to darkened subterfuges. It is perfectly possible to exercise discretion and subtleness without frustrating the reading experience. Books like The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley, poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley, American totems like Mark Twain, the cynics, the stoics, the epicurean Greeks, all have illuminated the way for the casual consumer of art to understand their creation.

Perhaps Chekhov really felt useless and stifled like the characters he inked. He was possibly dissatisfied with misdirection and wanted to surprise his readers with a lightning bolt and a flourish, taking a card out of his hat, and a rabbit from his suspiciously untucked sleeve. Who can know?

Of course reading the play has its rewards. Such as asking whether the Professor is really the villain of this story, putting on an Act lulling the readers until climax came through. The multitudes of love avowal constricted the small world of the Stage, and like a Wes Anderson, made the limitations of the theatre melt away, in the same way that camphor sublimates into the air.

Still, as you can see, there is little negative about the play in this review. Two stars is an okay score for me. And I will stick that in my pipe and smoke it in peace. Lastly, I must say that the play's women are all well crafted. Each of them is a story. Sonya and Elena have as many shrewish thoughts as much as the sun has ice. Well done, Chekhov, I say without sarcasm. You had a unique voice for a while. Nobody wrote plays like you did. But I prefer your short stories.

[Maziyar Yf · Rating 3 out of 5]

شاید نمایشنامه کوتاه دایی وانیا نوشته آنتون چخوف را بتوان پرده ای از زندگی یک خانواده معمولی روس دانست ، هنگامی که زندگی با همه حسرت ، ملالت و روزمره گی های همیشگیش ادامه دارد ، ناگهان اتفاقی رخ داده و زخم زندگی سر باز کرده و آنچه پس از آن به جا می ماند تنها حسرت و پشیمانی ایست .
شخصیت های داستان چخوف ، انسان هایی کاملا معمولی بوده و از شرایط زندگی خود راضی نیستند ، هرکدام از آنها هم داغ عشقی بر دل دارد ، عشقی که اگر به نتیجه ای می رسید شاید گرمایی به زندگی سرد آنان می داد .
با پایان داستان ، هر کدام از افراد خانواده به همان زندگی پیش پا افتاده خود باز می گردد ، به همان دشت پر ملالی که در آن پرنده پر نمی زند .

[Dave Schaafsma · Rating 5 out of 5]

The Reduced Shakespeare Company performed a shortened version of Uncle Vanya on their BBC radio show, which contained only three lines:

Are you Uncle Vanya?
I am.
[Gunshot sounds]
Ouch!

“One hundred years from now, the people who come after us, for whom our lives are showing the way--will they think of us kindly? Will they remember us with a kind word? I wish to God I could think so.”

I listened to an LA Theater Works Production featuring Stacy Keach as Uncle Vanya, translated/adapted by David Mamet. The play portrays the visit of an elderly professor and his glamorous younger wife, Yelena, from Moscow to their rural estate. Two friends—Vanya, brother of the professor's late first wife, who has long managed the estate, and Astrov, the local doctor—both fall for the (younger) Yelena, bemoaning their aging and boring country life.

Vanya: You’ve known me for a long time. Tell me, how have I changed?

Astove: You were once young, and now you are old.

And another great exchange:

Helena: What a fine day! Not too hot. [A pause.]

Vanya: A fine day to hang oneself.

Astrov announces he plans to sell the estate, putting things in turmoil. Among other things, Vanya tries to shoot Astrov, and Vanya later considers suicide, until Astrov changes his mind and his daughter talks him out of it

Sonia: 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, we 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.

One of the four great Chekhov plays, including The Seagull, Three Sisters, and The Seagull. Focusing on character and raising questions versus plot and action. I love me some Chekhov.

**Uncle Vanya and Zombies by Anton Chekhov and Markus Wessendorf, a post-apocalyptic stage adaptation of Chekhov's play with the following premise:

After a major zombie outbreak on the island of Oʻahu, a television network has turned Kennedy Theatre into a studio for their new reality show Theatre Masterpieces and Zombies. The major challenge for the contestants on this show is to survive their performance of a classic play while fending off zombies released onto the stage by the popular host. After the success of last month's The Tempest and Zombies, tonight's show will feature a classic example of Russian Realism, Anton Chekhov's Uncle Vanya (1897).

My own idea for a contemporary parody is Uncle Vanya and Cellphones, where we see all these amusingly self-absorbed people talking and constantly peering into their phones and commenting endlessly on their boring lives and what they see on their phones.

[Ehsan'Shokraie' · Rating 5 out of 5]

دایی وانیا..
وحشت از نمایشنامه های چخوف حاصل ان لحظه از اگاهی ست که در میابیم شاید ما نیز ان گونه ی خاص و متعالی یکتای بشریت که خود میپنداشتیم نیستیم,شاید ما هم در نقطه ای انچه که با چنگ انداختن در ان خود را تعریف می کردیم از دست داده ایم..شاید ما هم فردی شده ایم از جنس افرادی از نمایشنامه های چخوف,همانان که قلبا تحقیرشان میکردیم و از پستی شان متنفر بوده ایم,اکنون امروز,از پس آینه بر ما نگاه می کنند,چرا که خود ما هستند ..چرا که آنان,ما شده اند.

[Rosa · Rating 3 out of 5]

چخوف در این کتاب تصویر واضحی از  دلمردگی، روزمرگی و تهی بودن رو ترسیم میکنه، شخصیت های نمایشنامه ی دایی وانیا در انزوا باری از آرزوهای فروخورده و‌ سرگشتگی رو به دوش میکشن و فقط سکوتشون مانع فروپاشی آرامش ظاهریشونه، اما در نقطه ای که صبرشون لبریز میشه و افکار و‌ خواسته هاشون رو به زبون میارن، پشیمونی از عقده گشایی ها و حس ناکامی حاصل از شکست، درد مضاعفی رو برای ادامه ی زندگی ملال انگیزشون به روحشون تحمیل میکنه..

[M. · Rating 5 out of 5]

Just this.
"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, we 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 shining like a jewel. 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."

[Kenny]

I've been on a Chekhov binge this year comparing various translations. Uncle Vanya is the best of the lot, and I am looking forward to reading Annie Baker's translation more than any other.

[Kenny · Rating 5 out of 5]

I’ve missed my breakfast. I’ve missed my lunch, and the whole blasted nightmare starts all over again….what news could their possibly be? Everything’s the same as ever, except worse.
Uncle Vanya ~~~ Anton Chekhov, Adapted By Conor McPherson



I believe Uncle Vanya to be the greatest of Anton Chekhov plays. It's themes are the most universal of his famous quartet: The Seagull, Three Sisters, Uncle Vanya & The Cherry Orchard. It is also the most American of the four ~~ relatives come for an extended visit, said relatives disturb the entire house, family fights, threats are made, afore mentioned relatives leave, all is forgiven, life goes on ...



I've been reading many translations of Uncle Vanya of late. I'm directing a production of this next summer, & I want to have the very best translation of Uncle Vanya possible. Conor McPherson's is by far the best I have ever read. I’m certain this is the translation I will use.

I first read Chekhov in my teens. I have found many translations of his plays too slow or too dull or both. Conor McPherson ~~ unlike other translators of Chekhov ~~ does not make the play and its characters and their troubles too English as most writers do. Uncle Vanya is not English ~~ it is set in a country estate in Russia after all. McPherson’s adaptation is brilliant, & joyously accessible.



McPherson's translation is full of energy. He does not radically reinvent or revolutionize Chekov’s story. Instead he returns the text to the great, mournful spirit of Chekhov’s tale about unrequited love, ageing and disappointment in middle-age, while giving it a sleeker, modern beat.

McPherson’s script has a stripped, vivid simplicity which quickens the pace of Chekhov's dramedy, and despite its contemporary language ~~ Vanya swears and drops a few f bombs here and there ~~ does not take away from the melancholic poetry.



There’s something deeply charming ~~ and telling ~~ about this McPherson's translation. It places us squarely in Chekhov’s world, where everyone seems to be waiting for a life that never quite materializes. These are people who live in a world of another night of boredom, longing, and dust.

Conor McPherson’s translation crackles with colloquial immediacy. There are moments where the text feels pointedly modern but these updates never distract. Instead, they amplify the play’s timeless theme ~~ the crushing dread of wasted potential and the yawning silence of a life unlived. Highly recommended.

[Younes Fahimi · Rating 3 out of 5]

بسیاری معتقدند که چخوف مدخل ورود به سینما و تئاتر است و بسیاری از هنرمندان این عرصه به این نکته اذعان دارند.
«دایی وانیا»ی چخوف، کمتر روسی‌تر از «باغ آلبالو» بود که از بخشی از دل تاریخ روسیه برآمده بود. اگر کلیدواژهٔ «ملال» را در این اثر در نظر بگیریم، سبک نگارش چخوف در این نمایشنامه تحسین‌برانگیز به نظر می‌رسد. چرا؟ زیرا اگر سیر رخدادها را یک دایره در نظر بگیریم، دقیقاً در همان جایی که آغاز شده، پایان می‌یابد؛ اما ملال، که خورهٔ انسان امروزی است، همچنان ادامه می‌یابد.
ماجراهای پیش آمده در داستان—همچون زنا، نوشیدن الکل، پراکنده‌گویی‌های تک‌خطی دایی وانیا، و شرح سرگذشت هر یک از کاراکترها از زندگی گذشته‌شان و احوال روزشان—همگی همان سخن «شوپنهاور» را بازتاب می‌دهند: زندگی آونگی است که میان رنج و ملال در نوسان است.
و در نهایت، بعد از پایان پردهٔ آخر، یک رباعی از خیام بر ذهنم متبادر شد:

ابر آمد و باز بر سر سبزه گریست
بی‌بادهٔ ارغوان نمی‌باید زیست
این سبزه که امروز تماشاگه توست
فردا همه از خاک تو برخواهد رُست

[Niyousha · Rating 3 out of 5]

اگه توی زندگیتون دچار بی معنایی و بی هدفی شدین این کتابو به هیچ وجه نخونید. قشنگ میتونه حالتونو ده برابر خرابتر کنه.
فقط نکته جالبی که توی آثار چخوف دوست دارم و با بقیه متفاوتش میکنه اینکه دکترها شخصیت اضافی داستان نیستن معمولا اگه دکتری هست یه داستان عشقی هم برای اون دکتر کنار گذاشته

[Lea · Rating 4 out of 5]

Similar themes as in Three Sisters, but I liked Three Sisters better than Uncle Vanya, even though I really enjoyed this play also.
We have three male characters in existential, middle-life crisis and two females unsatisfied with their lives, but seeking consolation in love, faith in God and ideals. The melancholic and nostalgic atmosphere is present throughout the whole play as well as the sense of tiredness of life.

ASTROFF. … And then, existence is tedious, anyway; it is a senseless, dirty business, this life, and goes heavily.

HELENA. What a fine day! Not too hot. [A pause.]
VOITSKI. A fine day to hang oneself.

SEREBRAKOFF. I have spent my life working in the interests of learning. I am used to my library and the lecture hall and to the esteem and admiration of my colleagues. Now I suddenly find myself plunged in this wilderness, condemned to see the same stupid people from morning till night and listen to their futile conversation. I want to live; I long for success and fame and the stir of the world, and here I am in exile! Oh, it is dreadful to spend every moment grieving for the lost past, to see the success of others and sit here with nothing to do but to fear death. I cannot stand it!

Liked the contrast between endurance and persistence of nature vs. oblivion of human life that was pointed out a few times. More than in Three Sisters, the resolution of suffering is found in faith in God and the afterlife, and the female characters were the carriers of that world-view. I think a lot of people could resonate to that longing for eternity and fear of being forgotten.

ASTROFF. … I sat down and closed my eyes—like this—and thought: will our descendants two hundred years from now, for whom we are breaking the road, remember to give us a kind word? No, nurse, they will forget.
MARINA. Man is forgetful, but God remembers.

Existential themes of meaning found in one’s work were present as in Three Sisters, with an addition of discussing the nature of passion as the escape of feelings of boredom, idleness, laziness, and absence of finding the meaning in life. The self-deception we do when we tell ourselves that we love someone is very much real, and we tend to often call love the shallow feelings of romance and give them a significance which they do not have by themselves. The physical attraction based just on someone external beauty or other superficial characteristics is just way too lightly called love.


ASTROFF. … Stay, I implore you! Confess that there is nothing for you to do in this world. You have no object in life; there is nothing to occupy your attention, and sooner or later your feelings must master you. It is inevitable.

ASTROFF. I love no one, and never shall! Beauty alone has the power to touch me still. I am deeply moved by it. Helena could turn my head in a day if she wanted to, but that is not love, that is not affection—

HELENA…. I swear to you I married him for love. I was fascinated by his fame and learning. I know now that it was not real love, but it seemed real at the time….

In Uncle Vanya I also adored the revelation of the hypocrisy of men in the high position of power that they had due to their privilege, and not their outstanding talents, qualities or creativity. We have to look past someone position in society and think by ourselves critically about their work.

VOITSKI. But I'll tell you something; the man has been writing on art for twenty-five years, and he doesn't know the very first thing about it. For twenty-five years he has been chewing on other men's thoughts about realism, naturalism, and all such foolishness; for twenty-five years he has been reading and writing things that clever men have long known and stupid ones are not interested in; for twenty-five years he has been making his imaginary mountains out of molehills. And just think of the man's self-conceit and presumption all this time! For twenty-five years he has been masquerading in false clothes and has now retired absolutely unknown to any living soul; and yet see him! stalking across the earth like a demi-god!

Sonja was the most successful in finding hope and endurance against all odds and disadvantages and I really felt for her. Her final speech was the great ending to the play. Lots of material to think about for sure.

SONIA. 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, we 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 shining like a jewel. 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. [She wipes away her tears] 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.

The curtain slowly falls.

[Jason · Rating 4 out of 5]

Another great Anton Chekhov play. I’m not really sure what it is I love about Chekhov, though if I had to narrow it down I might attribute that love to some of his more pitiable characters—think Lubov Andreyevna, for example, or Treplev from The Seagull. Or I might say that there’s a kind of understatedness to his plots that bring his plays to life in a way that is often unmatched. There are recurring themes, also, that unify his four major works. The characters in Uncle Vanya discuss at length the destructive nature of idleness, as the sisters do in Three Sisters. Chekhov was all about dedicating one’s life to his or her work, making oneself useful to some degree. There’s also a recurring theme of accepting one’s station in life and carrying on in the face of adversity. The show must go on; it is the only way we can survive.

I still think The Cherry Orchard is his best work, though this one may come in at a close second. Here is my list of Chekhov plays, ranked:

1. The Cherry Orchard
2. Uncle Vanya
3. The Seagull
4. Three Sisters

What do you think?

[Janelle · Rating 4 out of 5]

I enjoyed this play about people lamenting their wasted lives, their misplaced loves and generally poor choices. Lots of alcohol drinking instead, regrets and boredom. Astrov, the initially hard working doctor who becomes infatuated with the professors wife seems to be the centre of the play, more so than Uncle Vanya himself. His interest in saving forests seems to replace saving people as it may be more achievable.

[Mark André · Rating 4 out of 5]

A sort of cynical humor. But what was it about?
Definitely more fun the second time, so far.
2nd review.
Realistic. Adult. People not quite happy with the
way things turned out. But life goes on. Interesting
observations about degradation of the enviorment.
But who’s the hero? Vanya or the Doctor?
Need to try his other famous plays.

[Medisa · Rating 4 out of 5]

یک سری تیپ‌های مشابه با سه خواهر داشت و می‌خوام بدونم این شباهت توی همه‌ی نمایشنامه‌های چخوف هست یا نه؟ باید یقیه‌شون هم بخونم. و آها چه دیالوگ‌های جالبی داشت.
«ای کاش می‌شد که آدم بقیه‌ی عمرش را طور دیگری، در راه تازه‌ای، زندگی کند. یک صبح آفتابی بیدار شود و ببیند که زندگی نویی را شروع کرده است و گذشته فراموش شده و مثل دود به هوا رفته و ناپدید شده.»

[Nazanin · Rating 4 out of 5]

در این اثر نیز همچون دو نمایش پیش، (باغ آلبالو، سه خواهر) با برش هایی از زندگی افراد یک خانواده و تعدادی از آشناهایشان مواجه شدم که گویی تقریبا بیشتر آنها دچار دردی مشترک بودند: حسرت و استیصال و البته کورسویی از تقلاهای اجباری برای برون رفت از آن واماندگی
اما به نظر می رسد نویسنده از دل همه ی این بی قراری ها که خودش هم زنگار تیره اش را لمس می کند، دوست دارد نوید صبحی را بدهد که شاید در راه باشد (هرچند پیدا نیست آن صبح معهود، سرانجام چه زمانی طلوع خواهد کرد)

به نظرم چخوف در این اثر، به نوعی "روشنفکری" زمانه خود را نقد می کند، مفهومی در گوشه مانده و غبار گرفته که تنها "اسم" ش پیداست و "رسم" ش پنهان و مهجور، گوشه ای با خاطرات گذشته در حال احتضار است

پروفسوری که از روشنفکری تنها رختی پوسیده و ژنده دارد و نه تنها راهبر و روشنگر نیست که خود با سنگینی و رخوتش، ره آوردی جز بی نظمی ندارد و تنها هوادارش (مادر کهنسال همسر سابقش!) که اتفاقا او هم مدام در حال یادداشت برداری و نوشتن ست به شدت در حاشیه قرار دارد، تخت، خنثی، بی اثر و بدون درکی شفاف از پیرامونش
در این میان، نقطه کانونی کلافگی و برآشفتن، همه در میان سال ترین فرد این جمع ِ نالان متمرکز می شود و او که زمانی شیفته "روشنفکر" داستان بوده است و جوانی اش را از هر نظر وقف او کرده، حالا در میانه زندگی، خود را یک فریب خورده می نامد، گذشته اش را نابود شده می بیند و آینده ای را متصور نیست و این ها او را دچار غبن و حسرتی عظیم می کند و تنها هم اوست که فوران می کند....
باقی را نگویم

در مجموع تامل برانگیز بود و دوستش داشتم هرچند پایانش تقریبا همان چخوف وار ِ همیشگی بود

و شاید این تنها آنتوان چخوف باشد که می تواند نمایشی سرشار از ناله و غرولند و اعتراض خلق کند اما چنان جذاب بنویسد که آدم، بخواند و بخواند و ناگهان ببیند صبح شده و روزی دیگر با همه ماجراهای
غیر قابل پیش بینی اش، آغاز گشته

[AiK · Rating 4 out of 5]

Серебряков, отставной профессор, «ученая вобла», как его называет Войницкий, живет в имении первой жены, поскольку жизнь в городе ему не по карману. 25 лет он "пережевывает" чужие мысли, давно известные всем, читая лекции об искусстве. Но он шагает по жизни, как полубог, при этом страдая от отравляющей его существование зависти и ревности. Его молодая жена, красавица, скучает. Астров, с одной стороны, страдает от выгорания на работе, с другой стороны, он находит отдушину в борьбе за сохранение существующих лесов и сажает новые леса. Что важно, он сажает их для улучшения климата! Мне очень понравилась его подвижничество. В имении, не покладая рук, работают Соня, дочь Серебрякова от первого брака и ее дядя, Иван Петрович Войницкий. Они, все годы пока Серебряков профессорствовал, отправляли деньги от доходов от имения на его содержание, помогали с рукописями, что-то переписывая ночами. В общем, самоотверженно работали, отказывая себе во всем, ради его успеха. Конфликт возникает, когда Серебряков, умирая от скуки, предлагает продать имение.
Чехов четко не сообщает, у кого права собственности на имение – у Серебрякова, как мужа умершей собственницы или Сони, как ее дочери. Если Серебряков - наследник имения умершей жены, у него есть юридические права так распорядиться имуществом. Но это по-человечески подло по отношению к собственной дочери и брату жены, который долгие годы выплачивал долг, возникший при приобретении имения. Вот эти юридически незакрепленные отношения по долгу, а также добровольная 25-летняя кабала работы в имении за 500 руб. со стороны дяди Вани и создала для него риск остаться без средств к существованию. Если собственница – дочь, то тогда и проблем нет, но судя по всему, имение не на нее записано, иначе бы не стоило весь огород городить. Чехов ставит перед нами моральную дилемму – быть юридически грамотными и защищать свои права путем установления адекватных денежных отношений с родственниками загодя или жить в доверии к друг ��ругу, помогая не только деньгами, но и трудом. К слову, дядя Ваня не очень-то достойно повел себя в этой конфликтной ситуации. Сначала дважды разрядил револьвер, стреляя в Серебрякова, потом украл морфий, желая покончить самоубийством. Финал мне не понравился. Соня вся в надеждах восклицает, что верует, что они с дядей Ваней отдохнут от своих трудов. Нет, не отдохнут. Потому что неурегулированность отношений собственности и неоплаченного труда осталась. Не сообщается, была ли повышена им плата за труды, смогут ли они накопить на старость. Скорее всего, их ждет очень печальный конец.

[Steven Godin · Rating 4 out of 5]

If memory serves me correct, I do believe this was the first play I ever read, and as one of the masters of Russian literature, I guess Chekhov wasn't a bad place to start. Receiving it's Moscow première in 1899 in a production by the Moscow Art Theatre, the play is not the sort of read to expect to be wildly entertained, but from a cultural and historical stance, it is rather interesting. Some of the dialogues momentarily look like monologues because they are so long. The life philosophies though are worth examining. Characters are distinct and offer different points of view. This play definitely gets into several universal themes, of unrequited love, marrying for convenience, wasted lives, intellectual stimulation as a source of meaning, aging, etc. It is the a read to be thoroughly discussed, most likely in the classroom or study area rather at the dining room table with tea and biscuits. With a brisk pace and emotionally heavy tones Chekhov has a true way with words, with eloquent speeches by miserable people caught up in their sad and superficial lives, whilst also demonstrating a strong ecological streak, and love of the natural world. A classic book no doubt, but it's a substitute to the actual play up on stage.