mysterious Chekhov....

An interesting article on how Brecht and Stanislavki oppose each other in
a production of Three Sisters at the Lyric Hammersmith:

http://cice.blog.gustavus.edu/2010/01/25/from-london-stanislavski-and-brecht-in-anton-chekov’s-three-sisters-at-the-lyric-hammersmith/

A blog post on GUARDIAN.CO.UK by Dan Rebellato
Here's an excerpt:

But also, I think, Chekhov is a mystery. There are some playwrights who
are so busily present in their work that it's like you have the author
beside you murmuring comments on the action. Chekhov is different; what
does he think of his characters? Does he admire them or pity them? Ask us
to examine or ridicule? It's never obvious. Chekhov's characters tend to
let their mouths run away with them (Gayev in The Cherry Orchard fills a
silence with an idiotic hymn of praise to a bookcase that, even as he's
saying it, he must regret). It's almost as if Chekhov lets silences form
in his play, which his characters nervously fill and thus reveal
themselves.

And the link
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/theatreblog/2010/nov/03/theatre-anton-chekhov-modern