Monologue

Martha Monologue from The Cause of it All

From The Cause of it All by Leo, graf Tolstoy

female · defiant · 1:03 min

You may talk, but it's hard on us women. Oh, how hard it is! If one harnessed you men to our work just for a week, you would sing a different tune. Kneading, cooking, baking, spinning, weaving, and the cattle to look after, and all the rest of it, and the brats to keep washed and clothed and fed; it's all on our shoulders, and if anything is the least bit not to his fancy, there you are, especially when he's drunk. Oh dear, what a life ours is! TRAMP (chewing) That's quite correct. It's the cause of it all; I mean all the catastrophes of life proceed from alcoholic liquors. TARÁS. It seems to have bowled you over too!

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