Is there any hope for Chekhov's heroes?

Unhappy, long believed in the special giftedness of Professor Serebryakov, Uncle Vanya (the more was his disappointment: the professor in fact turned out to be a windbag); the unruly Sonya, who knows how to love deeply and faithfully, but who loves non-reciprocity; Disappointed in all and all Dr. Astrov; Elena Andreevna, who flirted unconcerned ...

All of them have already ceased to be living people, heroes, who you believe and empathize with; they have become masks-symbols: their gestures, gestures, phrases, monologues are brought to the limit in their repetition, predictability, immutability.

Well, character is destiny. Heroes, like spectators, are doomed to walk in a circle, repeating and multiplying their cues, movements, mistakes. Or not?

The light of hope is dim and just about to fade, but it can not fail to be. Write a description