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Lubov Andreyevna is overwhelmed; she would fall if she were not standing by an armchair and table. Varya takes her keys off her belt, throws them on the floor into the middle of the room and goes out.
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| THE CHERRY ORCHARD IS MINE NOW!!! | |
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| Mother! Are you crying? I love you! Bless you! The Cherry Orchard is sold, we've got it no longer. Come! We'll paint a garden finer than this. I'm sure you'll smile, mother. Come, dear, let's go! | |
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