Anton Chekhov,
Plays by Anton Tchekoff — The Three Sisters…
(1916)
“ NATASHA. Forgive me, forgive me. ... [Kisses her.] OLGA. Even the least bit of rudeness, the slightest impoliteness, upsets me.NATASHA. I often say too much, it's true, but you must agree, dear, that she could just as well live in the country.OLGA. She has been with us for thirty years.NATASHA. But she can't do any work now. Either I don't understand, or you don't want to understand me. She's no good for work, she can only sleep or sit about.OLGA. And let her sit about.NATASHA. [Surprised] What do you mean? She's only a servant. [Crying] I don't understand you, Olga. ”
