I did not loathe the play Three Sisters by Chekhov. The actors were talented, the lighting was interesting and the set was elegant in its simplicity. We also had fantastic seats. The content was just not designed for a young person, like myself, to appreciate and empathize with. It also took three hours for the play to putter out and cross the finish line. There was far too much emotion between three sisters to be appreciated. After awhile it seemed like the theme of the play was how women love to cry. Of all of the wonderful ladies that I have met I have never come across any that seem to love crying as much as these three sisters did, so I could not relate. Real people would eventually dry up and their tear ducts would be permanently broken if that much crying was to occur over a five year period, as it occurred in the play. I did learn one thing from the play: if you want something bad enough you have to do it yourself or it will never happen. If you do not, you will end up crying. All the time.
Another reason I have bad feelings towards the play is the intermission was too short. By the time I sat down with my Guinness and the foam had settled an announcement came over the intercom that the play was to resume in five minutes. Of course I did what I had to do. But I would have enjoyed the fine beverage a bit more if I had some more time to finish the delicious stout. (264)
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