“Uncle Vanya” is my favorite work after being exposed to theatrical performance, which was completed by Chekov.
The protagonist of the drama, Uncle Wanya, has been a “good man” who has dedicated his life to his brother-in-law, but only in his twilight years did he realize that he was actually a “fool” for a lifetime. So he chose to commit suicide. This is just the most simplified overview of the plot. For drama, it is obviously unrealistic to pursue a rapid understanding of a period of time.
In terms of time, the writing time of the script of this drama is very far away from us, but I still feel that this is a true portrayal of what is happening right now.
This kind of writing is worth cherishing. This cherishment is due to the precision and bravery of his writing.
The taste of Chekhov, the kind of wretched, gray life. Because of death, death is a fever. Because of the disease, because of the pain of the skin. Time, all the rush of time pushes people to tomorrow forever, but when one day life is about to end, life is such a vain thing. Everything about Uncle Vanya was for the faith in his mind-the professor, but in the end he discovered that this was just an illusion.
I can’t find a state of being alive, and I can’t clearly understand some things. I seem to be blind or deaf. When I ignore the things I care about, live with shameless happiness and live peacefully, I feel like dead.
The process of my understanding of Chekhov cannot be called research at all, but more like meeting an old friend in the market of an ancient city. I am in awe and curiosity towards him, accompanied by the determination to give up myself.
At the same time, I have to admit that I cannot quantify the results of Chekov’s Research. But, they are all in my monologue.