The Cherry Orchard

“The room that, by habit, is still called the children’s room. One of the doors opens into Anya’s room. Dawn is about to break—the sun is soon to appear. It’s already May: the cherries are in bloom, but the garden is cool—there’s morning freshness. The windows in the room are shut.
Dunyasha comes in with a candle and Lopakhin, holding a book in his hand…”