I saw the final day of the run: three tragedies, three bullets, three corpses; countless tortured souls, vodkas, and laughs; one great day of theatre!

I’m always reading that when it comes to writing characters that have lives of their own, defy being pigeonholed or any sort of authorial agenda, and that are ultimately unfathomable, no one comes near to Shakespeare and then Chekhov.  That’s reason enough to want to see and read Chekhov’s plays.