ABSTRACT
The interior o f the Prozorovs' house. OLGA stands correcting exercise books. MASHA sits reading a book. IRINA stands lost in her own thoughts.
OLGA: It’s exactly a year since Father died. A year ago today - May the fifth - it was on your name-day, Irina. It was very cold, we had snow. I thought I should never survive it, and there you were lying in a dead faint. But now here’s a year gone by, and we can think about it again quite calmly. You’re back in white, your face is shining .. .
