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UNCLE VANYA
ACT III
get him? I missed again? [Furiously] Damnation! Damnation! To hell with him!
He flings the revolver on the floor, and drops helpless into a chair. Serebrakoff stands as if stupefied. Helena leans against the wall, almost fainting.
Helena. Take me away! Take me away! I can’t stay here—I can’t!
Voitski. [In despair] Oh, what shall I do? What shall I do?
Sonia. [Softly] Oh, nurse, nurse!
The curtain falls.
