Olga Mikhaylovna is pregnant, and she has spent the day plodding through her husbands name-day party, waiting on their guest's hand and foot. Tired of being pleasant to everyone, she takes a moment to herself in the garden. Her peace is shattered as she spots her husband talking to another woman, and as her suspicions begin to mount, Anton Chekhov creates a moving, gut-wrenching portrait of the destructive forces of our dark thoughts. -