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Smirnov Monologue from THE BOOR

From THE BOOR by ANTON TCHEKOV

male · anguished · 1:03 min

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Thank you. And they expect me to stand for all that. The toll-gatherer just now met me in the road and asked me why I was always worrying. Why, in Heaven's name, shouldn't I worry? I need money, I feel the knife at my throat. Yesterday morning I left my house in the early dawn and called on all my debtors. If even one of them had paid his debt! I worked the skin off my fingers! The devil knows in what sort of Jew-inn I slept; in a room with a barrel of brandy! And now at last I come here, seventy versts from home, hope for a little money, and all you give me is moods! Why shouldn't I worry?

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Smirnov expresses his frustration and desperation over his financial troubles and the lack of support from his debtors, highlighting his sense of isolation and urgency.

30s · anger · money · debt · desperation · isolation

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