DREAMS

Anton Chekhov

The Tramp: I will be very successful.

Christian: You are in irons being dragged to some unimaginable fate, how can you hope to succeed?

The Tramp: You watch, I shall make my mother proud. 

Christian: What does your mother have to do with this?

The Tramp: She fought for me to be raised well, It is not her fault that the master grew weary of her and took a new lover. She did what she did for me, so that I would be raised well.

Christian: I grieve for you, however, you are still going to be punished. By the way, what are you being punished for?

The Tramp: I do not know, because the author of this short story gave me a piecemeal history.

Christian: O I see, you have no history? Therefore, you should make one up.  

The Tramp: Alas, if I did such a thing there would be large repercussions against me, because it would be considered plagiarism.

Christian: Well I suppose that's the way things are. 

The Tramp: Yes that's the way it is.

Christian: I need to go now as your prison guards are coming to take you away. Good-bye.

The Tramp: Good-bye and thank you for helping me pass the time.

Christian: Your most welcome. Enjoy your time in unimaginable fate!

The Tramp fades into the distance, until only the clank of his shackles remains clinging to the mist