Paul Lebedieff Monologue from Ivanoff: A Play

From Ivanoff: A Play by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

male · anguished · 1:14 min

The fact is, Nicholas--I really don't know how I can put it to make it seem less brutal--Nicholas, I am ashamed of myself, I am blushing, my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. My dear boy, put yourself in my place; remember that I am not a free man, I am as putty in the hands of my wife, a slave--forgive me! (IVANOFF: What does this mean?) My wife has sent me to you; do me a favour, be a friend to me, pay her the interest on the money you owe her. Believe me, she has been tormenting me and going for me tooth and nail. For heaven's sake, free yourself from her clutches! (IVANOFF: You know, Paul, that I have no money now.) I know, I know, but what can I do? She won't wait. If she should sue you for the money, how could Sasha and I ever look you in the face again?

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