Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other. Though it is irregular, it is less boring this way, and besides, neither of them loses anything through my infidelity.
—  Anton Chekov
As he walked home he reflected that one good thing would result from his death: he would no longer have to eat and drink and pay taxes, neither would he offend people anymore, and, as a man lies in his grave for hundreds of thousands of years, the sum of his profits would be immense.  So, life to a man was a loss - death, a gain.  Of course this reasoning was correct, but it also was distressingly sad.  Why should the world be so strangely arranged that a man’s life, which was only given to him once, must pass without profit?
—  D.H. Lawrence in ‘Rothchild’s Fiddle’

Teater KataK presents…

“The Cherry Orchard”, the last play by a Russian playwright: #AntonChekov.
A story about the aristocrats, debt and memories.

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