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The Reduced Shakespeare Company performed a shortened version of Uncle Vanya on their BBC radio show, which contained only three lines:

Are you Uncle Vanya?
I am.
[Gunshot sounds]
Ouch!

“One hundred years from now, the people who come after us, for whom our lives are showing the waywill they think of us kindly? Will they remember us with a kind word? I wish to God I could think so.”

I listened to an LA Theater Works Production featuring Stacy Keach as Uncle Vanya, translated/adapted by David Mamet. The play portrays the visit of an elderly professor and his glamorous younger wife, Yelena, from Moscow to their rural estate. Two friends—Vanya, brother of the professor's late first wife, who has long managed the estate, and Astrov, the local doctor—both fall for the (younger) Yelena, bemoaning their aging and boring country life.

Vanya: You’ve known me for a long time. Tell me, how have I changed?

Astove: You were once young, and now you are old.

And another great exchange:

Helena: What a fine day! Not too hot. [A pause.]

Vanya: A fine day to hang oneself.

Astrov announces he plans to sell the estate, putting things in turmoil. Among other things, Vanya tries to shoot Astrov, and Vanya later considers suicide, until Astrov changes his mind and his daughter talks him out of it

Sonia: What can we do? We must live our lives. Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya. We shall live through the long procession of days before us, and through the long evenings; we shall patiently bear the trials that fate imposes on us; we shall work for others without rest, both now and when we are old; and when our last hour comes we shall meet it humbly, and there, beyond the grave, we shall say that we have suffered and wept, that our life was bitter, and God will have pity on us. Ah, then dear, dear Uncle, we shall see that bright and beautiful life; we shall rejoice and look back upon our sorrow here; a tender smile—and—we shall rest. I have faith, Uncle, fervent, passionate faith.

One of the four great Chekhov plays, including The Seagull, Three Sisters, and The Seagull. Focusing on character and raising questions versus plot and action. I love me some Chekhov.

**Uncle Vanya and Zombies by Anton Chekhov and Markus Wessendorf, a postapocalyptic stage adaptation of Chekhov's play with the following premise:

After a major zombie outbreak on the island of Oʻahu, a television network has turned Kennedy Theatre into a studio for their new reality show Theatre Masterpieces and Zombies. The major challenge for the contestants on this show is to survive their performance of a classic play while fending off zombies released onto the stage by the popular host. After the success of last month's The Tempest and Zombies, tonight's show will feature a classic example of Russian Realism, Anton Chekhov's Uncle Vanya (1897).

My own idea for a contemporary parody is Uncle Vanya and Cellphones, where we see all these amusingly selfabsorbed people talking and constantly peering into their phones and commenting endlessly on their boring lives and what they see on their phones.
الخال فانيا الذي اضاع حياته هباء، يتنازل عن حصته في الإقطاعية لأخته ويعمل من اجل اخته وزوجها البروفيسور الاستاذ الكبير ليقوم بالانفاق على أبحاثه.

تموت اخته ويتزوج البروفيسور الذي اصبح عجوزا امرأة شابة يقع الجميع في غرامها ومنهم الخال فانيا.

الحياة في الإقطاعية مملة جدا وآلة يريد ارضاء البروفيسور الاناني والذي يحول نظام البيت على هواه ومزاجه.

استيقظ الخال فانيا عندما عرف ان البروفيسور سيحاول ان يقنع ابنته ببيع الإقطاعية والرحيل الى المدينة، يجن جنونه ويحاول إطلاق النار على البروفيسور.

في النهاية تعود الحياة الى رتابتها المملة في العمل وعمل الحسابات، بعد رحيل البروفيسور الذي ضمن ان يستمر تدفق النقود من اجل احتياجاته.

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عن الشقيانين و كل عزاءهم أنهم سيرتاحون فى الجنة و لا أمل لهم مطلقا فى الراحة تحت هذه الشمس و فوق هذه الأرض "Oh, yes! I used to be an inspiring personality who never inspired anybody!
Vanya Act I

Random fact: Vanya translates to Joe in English. The literal title of Chekhov's play in English is Uncle Joe.

This review is both on Chekhov's play, and David Mamet's translation. Uncle Vanya is often relegated to the weakest of Chekhov's four major plays. That is unfortunate since it is an amazing work. I will admit, I'm not a fan of Mamet's work, but in his Chekhov translations, Mamet's writing is amazing. In Mamet's hands, Chekhov become not the stuffy lifeless playwright of scholars and academia, but living, breathing characters filled with passion and emotions. Here Chekhov's characters become sexual and passionate ~~ made more of earth than air.

Mamet is more controlled here then he is on his own plays. This translation is closer to what Chekhov intended than most I have ever read. These people are modern, just as they were modern in Chekhov's original work ~~ in Chekhov's time.

Chekhov and Mamet both write characters that are loaded with life. Both write about contemporary, life in its simultaneous simplicity and complexity. I highly recommend Mamet's translation of Uncle Vanya. He has written a beautiful translation. I really think there should be the option "seen" on Goodreads for the plays we experience on stage. It is much more powerful than merely reading them.

Spending a few days in London with my three teenagers last week, we all agreed on the favourite treats: the two (very different) theatre performances we watched, one of which was Uncle Vanya at the Harold Pinter Theatre in Westend.

Those scenes in the end, when Uncle Vanya, Astrov and Sonya reflect on their suffering, and find hope in the idea that the future will make their individual pain obsolete, and that people will find better ways to communicate and share with each other, for better relationships to develop! The double pain you feel as a spectator, knowing they were so wrong about the future, and so right about assessing their own misery!

We still cater to narcissistic energy vampires and long for love in the most hopeless places. We still suffer from a lopsided supply in desire and attraction towards undeserving people for superficial reasons. We still struggle to find our role in families where different needs and wishes clash with brutal force, and we still find solace in committing to everyday tasks to stay sane"cultiver notre jardin", as Voltaire's Candide would have put it after experiencing the craziness we call the world.

Watching the raw emotions play out on stage while the world keeps feeding the insane frenzy of a few powerful allconsuming egos is a strong indication of Aristotelian cathartic healing actually working to a certain degree.

For you leave the misery on stage and walk out into the London night, watching people leaving theatres around you, and despite all, you feel a tiny bit better and more hopeful.

As long as theatres set up plays, not all is lost! Uncle Vanya was completed by Russian playwright, author and doctor Anton Chekhov in 1897 and first produced in Moscow in 1899. This fairly complicated interaction between a group of people, secluded in a country estate is filled with dramatic irony and with overwhelming themes of introspection, ennui and dashed hopes. To say it is bleak would be like saying Conan O’Brien can be a snarky smart ass.

But this is Russian drama, so some darkness can be expected, even anticipated. I wonder if long, cold winter nights of cabin fever will just get to you.

An elitist professor and his much younger trophy wife have returned to visit the country estate that keeps him up. Residing there and maintaining the estate is his daughter from his deceased first wife and his former brotherinlaw, along with a country doctor and a handful of other folks. The professor is self centered and petulant, his wife is disillusioned, Uncle Vanya is tiresome but rightfully indignant and his niece Sonya is disconsolate from rejections both real and imagined.

Essentially, everyone is unhappy and melancholy and Chekhov has created an atmosphere of mercurial unease and unrest; a black comedy with frayed edges.

Actually, about half way through, it occurred to me that this read like a Woody Allen film and I wondered if he had ever directed Uncle Vanya. I’ll be damned if he had in fact made a modernized adaptation, the 1987 film September, starring Mia Farrow and Elaine Stritch. I pulled up Netflix and watched, noting that Allen had made some distinct changes, altered the gender and relational complexities some, but had maintained the overall sense of disquietude.

Boil some potatoes, have ready a tall bottle of Stolichnaya and enjoy.

description "انك لم تذق في حياتك للسعادة طعماً ولكن صبراً يا خال فانيا... صبراً فسوف ننعم بالراحة... سننعم بالراحة"، هذه نهاية المسرحية، وما قالته سونيا لخالها فانيا، الخال الذي امضى حياته يكد ويتعب في خدمة "وهم" البروفيسور العالم المثقف... والذي فطن الى نفسه بعد ان فات الفوت ومضى الميعاد!

الواقعية تتجسد عارية في هذه المسرحية القصيرة، الفقر العقلي والجهل الفكري مصبوبان في شخصيات المسرحية تحت عنوان السذاجة والإنخداع، ويتكشف هذا الوهم في لحظة المواجهة حين يدنو الوهم ويصبح واضحاً للعيّان.. لكن بمجرد ان يعود الوهم ليبتعد نعود الى القالب الذي صنعناه لأنفسنا ونعيد القناع على اعيننا كأننا ما رأينا او كأننا رأينا وما عرفنا انه سراب في سراب... وفي هذه اللحظات، وعلى عادة السذّج نستمر في الرتابة بإنتظار الموت الآتي متشدقين بالراحة الأبدية... يحضرني قول محمود درويش "وانت في طريقك للحياة لا تنسى ان تعيش"! An old retired ailing professor, the gout, Alexandre Serebriakov living with relatives just before the turn of the twentieth century in the isolated lonely Russian countryside on the struggling large estate, he inherited too soon from
his dead wife (how long will it survive? ) fanatically preoccupied in writing which no one else cares about anymore, he was a former minor celebrity, neglects the world around, anti social , aloof and now left alone his choice, causing friction in the leaderless house, his quest to be relevant again slowly fades like the sunset, a young unhappy second wife of 27, Yeliena Andryeevkna quite pretty which attracts unwanted admirers, men want what they cannot reach, a need as old as the human race, she's too afraid of misadventures to step out, Sonia along with the gloomy Ivan runs the business of managing the estate, bored of life in love but the man is not, the eternal dead end, his the owner's plain looking daughter by the first wife; Maryia Voinitskaia mother of his late spouse, to reside in peace her only want , Ivan Voinitsky (Uncle Vanya) her troubled, volatile son in love with Yeliena, doctor Mihail Astrov also fascinated by Yeliena and thus a frequent visitor. Good looking, intelligent, in his thirties likes planting trees trying to restore the nearby forest an impossibility, a slight drinking problem though. Ilyia Telyeghin landless landowner a poor man taking charity, still plays a mean guitar and Marina an ancient rather obese servant in reality a member of the family, a fine knitter, there is plenty of room here for the desperate crowd , Uncle Vanya feels the tension mount the pressure intense. An interesting vision of a divided house which will never last , must fall , where it lands nobody can guess , and the sure collateral damage . All seem frustrated by the situation they're living, not aware that Lincoln said:"Folks are usually about as happy as they make up their minds to be". The stew in the pot is soon to explode the splash will destroy, never to return to the previous scene. Another example of why the famous Russian writer was... such a word is overused today, magnificent, however this applies here for all to view and none can deny, the talent shows. If you enjoy the dark aspects of Russian literature this certainly flows into the top level and then descends the bottomless pit of human angst...subliminal though it isn't, the unpleasantness clear for all to see... Дядя Ваня = Dyadya Vanya = Uncle Vanya, Anton Chekhov
Uncle Vanya is a play by the Russian playwright Anton Chekhov. It was first published in 1898. The play portrays the visit of an elderly professor and his glamorous, much younger second wife, Yelena, to the rural estate that supports their urban lifestyle. Two friends—Vanya, brother of the professor's late first wife, who has long managed the estate, and Astrov, the local doctor—both fall under Yelena's spell, while bemoaning the ennui of their provincial existence. Sonya, the professor's daughter by his first wife, who has worked with Vanya to keep the estate going, suffers from her unrequited feelings for Dr. Astrov. Matters are brought to a crisis when the professor announces his intention to sell the estate, Vanya and Sonya's home, with a view to investing the proceeds to achieve a higher income for himself and his wife. ...

تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز بیست و یکم ماه آوریل سال 1992 میلادی
عنوان: دايى وانيانمایشنامه در چهار پرده؛ آنتون چخوف؛ مترجم: هوشنگ پیرنظر؛ تهران، نیل، 1347؛ در 127 ص؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، نشر قطره، 1383، شابک: 9643412709، در 110 ص، چاپ سوم 1386: شابک: 9789643412708؛ چاپ چهارم 1388؛ چاپ هشتم 1392؛ چاپ نهم 1393؛ موضوع: نمایشنامه های نویسندگان روسیسده ی 19 م
عنوان: دايى وانيا و فرجامین اثر؛ آنتون چخوف؛ مترجم: احسان مجید تجریشی؛ تهران، اندیشه مانا، 1385؛ در 135 ص؛ شابک: 9649573763؛ دایی وانیا از ص 1 تا 114؛
عنوان: دايى وانياصفحه هایی از یک زندگی روستایی؛ آنتون چخوف؛ مترجم: ناهید کاشیچی؛ تهران، جوانه توس، 1387؛ در 71 ص؛ شابک: 9789649652429؛ چاپ پنجم 1391؛

دايى وانيا (1898 میلادی): پروفسور «سربرياکوف»، دانشمندى که سالهاست با جان کندن، دخترش «سونيا»، و برادر زنش «ايوان»، اداره‏ ى ملکى را كه از زن مرحومش به ميراث برده، به عهده دارند، آنها زندگى بى دغدغه ‏اى را می‏گذرانند. «سربرياکوف»، حالا با «يلنا»، دختر جوانى که مجذوب شهرت او شده، ازدواج کرده است.‏ بى قرارى «يلنا»، و خودخواهى «سربرياکوف»، کار اداره‏ ى ملک را مختل میکند، و اين اوضاع متشنج، آنگاه به اوج خود می‌رسد، که «سربرياکوف» اعلام میکند: می‏خواهد ملکش را بفروشد، و در شهر زندگى کند.‏ ا. شربیانی