Chekhov's darkly comic play examines the pre-revolution idle class as they search for ever-elusive happiness—in philosophy, in drink, in love and infidelity. It's like It's a Wonderful Life without the happy ending, a bunch of female George Baileys who'll never make it out of the sticks, who search in vain for the meaning of their provincial sufferings and wallow in bleak existential morbidity. This supertitled production, by St. Petersburg's Maly Drama Theatre, reveals the play as the quintessential portrait of its country's character; the Russian-speaker sitting next to us giggled throughout.