LUBOV. I love him, that's plain, I love him, I love him. ... That love is a stone round my neck; I'm going with it to the bottom, but I love that stone and can't live without it. (4.60)
Lubov goes from tearing up her lover's telegrams to planning to return to him. What happened? Did she love him the whole time? Or is he something to run to when the cherry orchard is lost?