ABSTRACT
IRINA. Someday everyone will know what this was all about, all this suffering—it won’t be a mystery any more—but until then we have to go on living . . . and working, just keep on working. I’ll go away tomorrow, by myself. I’ll teach school and devote my whole life to people who need it . . . who may need it. It’s autumn; winter will come, the snow will fall, and I will go on working and working. (Act 4, Three Sisters, Chekhov 318)
