Ivan Petrovich Voinitsky (Vanya) 47

VOINITSKY: Give me something! Oh, my God! I’m forty-seven. If I live to be sixty, I’ve got another thirteen years. What a time! How am I to get through those thirteen years? What shall I do, how shall I fill the time? Ah, don’t you see … [squeezing ASTROV’S hand convulsively], don’t you see, if only you could live the rest of your life in some new way! To wake up on a clear, calm morning and feel that you’re starting your life over again, that all your past is forgotten, blown away like smoke. [Weeps.] To begin a new life. … Tell me how to begin … what with. …