ABSTRACT
It is difficult to escape wondering what you would think of ‘The Cherry Orchard’ if the Russian revolution hadn't taken place. Watching the production of the Chekhov masterpiece that Miss Le Gallienne's Civic Repertory Theater offered last night, it became impossible to dissociate the work from innumerable advance references to the recent Soviet revolt that have somehow managed to creep into the play. Its entire narrative of the decayed, though charming, aristocrats who lost their estate through sheer futility became a prophetic dramatic symbol of the fall of an empire.
