Category: Archive
February 16, 2011
By Staff Reporter
Warm lights come up on an ancient woman sitting at a long wooden table positioned on a vast field of Oriental carpeting. Sitting next to a shining samovar, she knits quietly as a tall, long-legged man crosses slowly behind her, silhouetted against an abundant sea of gently weaving wheat. Fragments of music, a guitar and perhaps a piano, are heard in the background. The strolling man is, of course, Mikhail Astrov, the despairing country doctor and avid amateur naturalist at the heart of Chekhov