INT. VOYNITSKY'S ROOM - EVENING
A pause.
We'll go on living, Uncle Vanya. We'll live through a long, long line of days and endless evenings; we'll bear patiently whatever trials fate sends us; we'll work for others, now and when we're old, and never rest, and when our hour comes, we'll die without complaining, and there, beyond the grave, we'll say that we suffered, that we wept, that our life was bitter, and God will take pity on us, and you and I, Uncle, dear Uncle, will see a life that is bright and beautiful and full of grace, and we'll be glad, and we'll look back on our sorrows now with tenderness, with a smile, and we shall rest. I believe it, Uncle, I believe it fiercely, with all my heart... We shall rest!
We shall rest! We'll hear the angels, we'll see the whole sky glittering with diamonds, we'll see all the evil on earth, all our suffering, drown in a mercy that will fill the whole world, and our life will be quiet and gentle and sweet as a caress. I believe it, I believe it... Poor, poor Uncle Vanya, you're crying... You've never known any joy in your life, but wait, Uncle Vanya, wait... We shall rest... We shall rest!
We shall rest!