(Goes to the door, tries the handle) Locked. They’ve gone . . .(Sits down on the sofa) Forgot about me . . . Never mind . . .I’ll sit here for a bit . . . Leonid Andreich probably didn’t puton his fur coat, went just in his topcoat . . . (Preoccupied sigh)I didn’t check on him . . . Green youth! (Mutters somethingincomprehensible) Life’s gone by, as if I never lived. (Liesdown) I’ll lie down for a bit . . . You’ve got no strength,you’ve got nothing left, nothing . . . Eh, you . . . blunderhead!. . . (Lies still)A distant sound, as if from the sky, the sound of a breakingstring, dying away, sad. Silence ensues, and the only thingheard is an axe striking wood far off in the orchard.Curtain.
This ending to the play is so saddening to me. In the end after an entire play about this land and this home and the material wealth associated with it and then in the end it's an entire living person that gets forgotten as its sold off.