“MASHA:
Happy is he who doesn’t notice whether it's winter or summer. If I were in Moscow, I think I wouldn’t mind about the weather.

VERSHININ:
Just recently I read the prison memoirs of a French minister — he was imprisoned over the Panama affair. He describes with such ecstasy the little birds he could see through the prison window, which he had never noticed before when he was a minister. Now that he is free again, he notices them no more. And so it will be with you when you live in Moscow — you won’t notice it. There is no happiness, nor should there be; we can only long for it.”