What can we do? We must live our lives. Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya. We shall live through the long, long days and the endless evenings; we shall patiently bear the trials that fate imposes on us; we shall work for others without rest, both now and when we are old; and when our last hour comes we shall meet it humbly, and there, beyond the grave, we shall say that we have suffered and wept, that our life was bitter, and God will have pity on us. 

And then, dear, dear Uncle Vanya, we shall see a brighter and more beautiful life. We shall rejoice, and think of our misery here with tenderness. And we shall rest. We shall rest! We shall hear the angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds. We shall see all earthly evil, all our sufferings, drowned in the ocean of mercy. And then we shall rest. We shall rest!