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Chekhov worked on 'The Cherry Orchard' for years, ponderously, hesitantly, changing tone, all the while struggling with his health. He had been suffering from chronic tuberculosis for years and was now in rapid decline, often too tired to go on writing. On 28 July 1903 he wrote to Konstantin Stanislavski from his dacha in Yalta on the Crimean peninsula: "My play isn't ready yet, it is progressing slowly, which can only be explained by my laziness, by the wonderful weather, and by the difficulty of the subject." At the Moscow Art Theatre the manuscript was awaited with impatience, excitement, and anxiety, and on 27 September, Chekhov wrote to his wife, Olga Knipper: "My dear horsey, I have already wired to say that the play is ready, that all four acts are complete. I am now making a fair copy. I have managed to make them living people, but what the actual play is like, I don't know." And on 15 October: "Play sent. Healthy. Kiss. Regards, Antonio." The manuscript was ecstatically received in Moscow. On 19 October, Olga wrote: "What a thrilling day yesterday, my darling, my beloved! I couldnt write to you, my head was fit to burst. I had been expecting the play for two days and was becoming incensed that it had not arrived. Finally, yesterday morning it was brought to me. ( ...) When I had finished reading it, I ran to the theatre. Fortunately, the rehearsal had been cancelled. ( ) If you had seen the faces of all those people bent over 'The Cherry Orchard'! Naturally, everyone insisted on reading it aloud at once. We locked the door, removed the key, and began." 'The Cherry Orchard' would eventually premiere on 17 January 1904. It would be Chekhovs last play. He died a few months later, on 4 July 1904.
In 'The Cherry Orchard', all the elements of a typical Chekhov play are present: a continuous movement of characters, a tempo and intensity that constantly change; dialogues that randomly appear and are unrelated, abruptly interrupted by seemingly irrelevant interventions or information; important data or feelings that are shared almost without notice; the elegance of the details; the economy of words... Chekhov remains the master of the economic expression, the open structure, a dramatic field rather than a dramatic line, no exaggerated emotions, no boasting, no important truths. The truth in this piece is modest, simple, indirect; it is rooted in the familiar rhythms of our lives. Nothing is inflated, the proportions are familiar, and yet everything is transformed, thanks to an imagination that allows us to penetrate deeply into the strangeness of the everyday. "A True Comedy of High Seriousness", as American writer Richard Gilman called it.
Chekhovs method is often compared to that of a composer or a painter: a brushstroke here, another one there, extend this line, a sudden spot, the gradual filling-in of an area, marks, blemishes, dark and light, rubbing out, building up, ... on 11 May 1889 he wrote in a letter to his brother Alexander: "Drastic rewriting need not unsettle you, as the more of a mosaic the result is, the better." Thus, a dramatic field. And yet, however many attempts have been made to understand the play, 'The Cherry Orchard' remains an enigma and Chekhov cannot be pigeonholed. Since the beginning of its performance history, this play has been torn between interpretive polarities: naturalism or poetry, realism or symbolism, social lament or prophecy, comedy or tragedy ? Not infrequently motivated by ideological short-sightedness, the play has already been called everything: a political indictment, a poetic-melancholic image of time, a nostalgic contemplation, an ode to progress, a social satire. The characters are constantly, depending on what emerges, favouring some ideology or another. Is Lopakhin now a hero who stands for progress and company affiliation? Or is he an upstart peasant with no manners, blinded by profit? Is Lyubov a spoiled and selfish brat who represents the past glory of the old landed gentry and could better perish with her entire clique as swiftly as possible? Or is she a sensual and irresistible ode to fragile humanity and the essential uselessness of our lives? Does she stand as a symbol for the right to that uselessness, for the right to beauty, to everything that has no economic value, to culture? Is Trofimov an enlightened spirit or a verbose wiseacre who is also idle? Or could it perhaps be that moral judgments are not addressed? Does Chekhov make his own mind known through his characters? Or does he just let them speak? Are the opinions those characters share with us also the themes of the play? Or are they just opinions that are expressed in the play? Could it be that the many layers of human activity are simply displayed in all their complexity? That the play does not completely reveal all his secrets, that the characters will not explain to us why they do what they do ?
Chekhov is no doubt fondly chuckling in his grave and whispering softly in our ear: "All this, and everything else...
or not ...
Find out for yourself." It is certainly clear that this play is as elusive as life itself. In 1904, Russian poet Andrei Bely wrote in an essay on 'The Cherry Orchard' that he doesn't identify Chekhovs method as a technical instrument, but rather speaks of what we ourselves might call his glance, as it falls with unparalleled clarity on the most minute particulars, on the extreme momentariness of our experience. It's this approach toward the humble, the casual and fragmentary, the scorned - the very basis of the revolution Chekhov brought about in the theatre - which sets free the previously unknown, what we might call the music that hasn't yet been heard. An instant of life taken by itself as it is deeply probed becomes a doorway to infinity. The minutiae of life will appear ever more clearly to be the guides to Eternity. (
...) In 'The Cherry Orchard', Chekhov draws back the folds of life and what at a distance appeared to be shadowy folds turns out to be an aperture into Eternity.*
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov has left an indelible stamp on the history of theatre, and his prose, letters, and plays are still among the finest in world literature. His grasp of mans innermost feelings is unparalleled, his insight into human behaviour unequalled. He was a moral revolutionary; he has taught us to look at people as they are, big and small, strong and weak, good and bad, corrupt and grand he remains master of the drama of the undramatic, and will forever belong to that small group of authors who are essential to our quest as human beings, whose perspicacity can continue to help us preserve or recover our individual and collective mental health
So why create 'The Cherry Orchard' in 2015? That is why or that is why... or that is why or...
To Olga Knipper on 20 April 1904: "You ask: What is life? You might as well ask: What is a carrot? A carrot is a carrot, and we know nothing more ."
*'Chekhovs plays: An Opening Into Eternity', by Richard Gilman . This entire text is indebted to Richard Gilman.
"La Cerisaie": Chekhov's "Cherry Orchard" with new secrets
One has the impression that the actors are almost improvising, using speech rhythms that have nothing to do with the need to project their voices into the audience. And yet, we hear them all clearly. And one immediately has the sense that these are excellent actors who articulate beautifully, have much stage experience but are trying to deconstruct the work, reduce the discretely stagey style of “normal” Chekhovian performances to capture the effect of a conversation accidentally overheard in the garden next door. A situation that is recognizable, familiar but not too intimate or embarrassing. The actors all have individual functions within the collectivity bursting open the acting space where the whole stage enters into the performance: the wings, all the backstage area, piles of props in one corner waiting to be used and all the technical equipment, the lighting and so forth.
Alvina Ruprecht, The Theatre Times, April 26th 2018
by and with Evgenia Brendes, Robby Cleiren, Jolente De Keersmaeker, Lukas De Wolf, Tessa Friedrich, Bert Haelvoet, Minke Kruyver, Scarlet Tummers, Stijn Van Opstal and Frank Vercruyssen
lighting Thomas Walgrave
costumes An d'Huys
production and technique STAN
coproduction Kunstenfestivaldesarts, Festival dAutomne (Paris), Théâtre de la Colline (Paris), TnBA (Bordeaux), Le Bateau Feu (Dunkerque), Théâtre Garonne (Toulouse), Théâtre de Nîmes and STAN
premiere September 24 2015, Théâtre Garonne, Toulouse
Project co-produced by NXTSTP, with the support of the European Unions Culture Programme