REDEMPTION AND TWO OTHER PLAYS

By LEO TOLSTOY

Introduction By ARTHUR HOPKINS

CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION BY ARTHUR HOPKINSREDEMPTIONTHE POWER OF DARKNESSFRUITS OF CULTURE

INTRODUCTION

After making a production of _Redemption_, the chief feeling of theproducer is one of deep regret that Tolstoi did not make more use ofthe theatre as a medium. His was the rare gift of vitalization: theability to breathe life into word-people which survives in them solong as there is any one left to turn up the pages they have madetheir abode. 

In the world of writing, many terms that should be illuminative havebecome meaningless. So often has the barren been called "pregnant, "the chill of death "the breath of life, " the atrophied "pulsating, "that when we really come upon a work with beating heart we find itdifficult to give it place that has not already been stuffed tosuffocation with misplaced dummies. 

We seat it at table with staring wax figures and bid it to join thefeast. There is no exclusion act in art, no passport bureau, not evenhygienic segregation. 

In writing the briefest introduction to Tolstoi's work, I am appointedby the publisher, a sort of reception committee of one to escort thework to some fitting place where it may enjoy the surroundings anddeference it deserves. 

The place to which I escort it is built of words, but what words havebeen left me by the long procession of previous committees? Where theyhave been truthfully used they have been glorified, and offer all therarer material for my structure, but how often have they beensubjected to base use. Perhaps some day we will learn the properrespect of such simple words as love and truth and life, and then whenwe meet them in books we shall know how to greet them. 

The study of _Redemption_ is so simple that it needs no illuminationfrom me. The characters may walk in strange lands withoutintroduction. They are part of us. Fédya is in all of us. His one cry"There has always been so much lacking between what I felt and what Icould do" instantly makes him brother to all mankind. His simultaneousphysical degeneration and spiritual regeneration is the glory that allpeople have invested in death. Tolstoi's cry against convention thatdisregards spiritual struggle, and system that ignores human growth, will find answering cries in many breasts in many lands. 

Utterly disregarding effect, technique or method, Tolstoi has exploredhis own soul and there touched hands with countless other souls, andsince he has trod the path of countless millions who will come afterhim, the mementos of his journey will long be sought. 

ARTHUR HOPKINS. 

The translation of _Redemption_ here published is the one produced byMr. Arthur Hopkins at the Plymouth Theatre, New York, in the season of1918-1919. The part of FÉDYA was played by Mr. John Barrymore. 

REDEMPTION

CHARACTERS

THEODORE VASÍLYEVICH PROTOSOV (FÉDYA). ELISABETH ANDRÉYEVNA PROTOSOVA (LISA). His wife. MÍSHA. Their son. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Lisa's mother. SASHA. Lisa's younger, unmarried sister. VICTOR MICHAELOVITCH KARÉNIN. SOPHIA DMÍTRIEVNA KARÉNINA. PRINCE SERGIUS DMÍTRIEVICH ABRÉSKOV. MASHA. A gypsy girl. IVÁN MAKÁROVICH. An old gypsy man. Masha's parent. NASTASÏA IVÁNOVNA. An old gypsy woman. Masha's parent. OFFICER. MUSICIAN. FIRST GYPSY MAN. SECOND GYPSY MAN. GYPSY WOMAN. GYPSY CHOIR. DOCTOR. MICHAEL ALEXÁNDROVICH AFRÉMOV. STÁKHOV. One of Fédya's boon companions. BUTKÉVICH. One of Fédya's boon companions. KOROTKÓV. One of Fédya's boon companions. IVÁN PETROVICH ALEXÁNDROV. VOZNESÉNSKY. Karénin's secretary. PETUSHKÓV. An artist. ARTIMIEV. WAITER IN THE PRIVATE ROOM AT THE RESTAURANT. WAITER IN A LOW-CLASS RESTAURANT. MANAGER OF THE SAME. POLICEMAN. INVESTIGATING MAGISTRATE. MÉLNIKOV. CLERK. USHER. YOUNG LAWYER. PETRÚSHIN. A lawyer. LADY. ANOTHER OFFICER. ATTENDANT AT LAW COURTS. PROTOSOVS' NURSE. PROTOSOVS' MAID. AFRÉMOV'S FOOTMAN. KARÉNINS' FOOTMAN. 

ACT I

SCENE I

Protosovs' flat in Moscow. The scene represents a small dining room. ANNA PÁVLOVNA, a stout, gray-haired lady, tightly laced, is sittingalone at the tea-table on which is a samovár. 

Enter NURSE carrying a tea-pot. 

NURSE (enters R. I, over to table C. ). Please, Madam, may I have somewater?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (sitting R. Of table C. ). Certainly. How is the babynow?

NURSE. Oh, restless, fretting all the time. There's nothing worse thanfor a lady to nurse her child. She has her worries and the babysuffers for them. What sort of milk could she have, not peeping allnight, and crying and crying?

 [SASHA enters R. I, strolls to L. Of table C. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. But I thought she was more calm now?

NURSE. Fine calm! It makes me sick to look at her. She's just beenwriting something and crying all the time. 

SASHA (to nurse). Lisa's looking for you. 

 [Sits in chair L. Of table C. 

NURSE. I'm going. 

 [Exits R. I. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Nurse says she's always crying. Why can't she try andcalm herself a little?

SASHA. Well, really, Mother, you're amazing. How can you expect her tobehave as if nothing had happened when she's just left her husband andtaken her baby with her?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, I don't exactly, but that's all over. If Iapprove of my daughter's having left her husband, if I'm ever glad, well, you may be quite sure he deserved it. She has no reason to bemiserable--on the contrary, she ought to be delighted at being freedfrom such a wretch. 

SASHA. Mother! Why do you go on like this? It's not the truth and youknow it. He's not a wretch, he's wonderful. Yes, in spite of all hisweakness. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I suppose you'd like her to wait till he'd spent everykopec they had, and smile sweetly when be brought his gypsy mistresseshome with him. 

SASHA. He hasn't any mistresses. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. There you go again. Why, the man's simply bewitchedyou, but I can see through him, and he knows it. If I'd been Lisa, I'dleft him a year ago. 

SASHA. Oh, how easily you speak of these serious things. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Not easily, not easily at all. Do you suppose it'sagreeable for me to have my daughter admit her marriage a failure? Butanything's better than for her to throw away her life in a lie. ThankGod, she's made up her mind to finish with him for good. 

SASHA. Maybe it won't be for good. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. It would be if only he'd give her a divorce. 

SASHA. To what end?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Because she's young and has the right to look forhappiness. 

SASHA. It's awful to listen to you. How could she love some one else?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Why not? There are thousands better than your Fédya, and they'd be only too happy to marry Lisa. 

SASHA. Oh, it's not nice of you. I feel, I can tell, you're thinkingabout Victor Karénin. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Why not? He loved her for ten years, and she him, Ibelieve. 

SASHA. Yes, but she doesn't love him as a husband. They grew uptogether; they've just been friends. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Ah, those friendships! How should you know what keepsthem warm! If only they were both free!

 [Enter a MAID L. U. 

Well?

MAID. The porter's just come back with an answer to the note. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What note?

MAID. The note Elizaveta Protosova sent to Victor Karénin. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well? What answer?

MAID. Victor Karénin told the porter he'd be here directly. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Very well. 

 [MAID exits L. U. 

 [To SASHA. 

Why do you suppose she sent for him? Do you know?

SASHA. Maybe I do and maybe I don't. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You're always so full of secrets. 

SASHA. Ask Lisa, she'll tell you. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Just as I thought! She sent for him at once. 

SASHA. Yes, but maybe not for the reason you think. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Then what for?

SASHA. Why, Mother, Lisa cares just about as much for Victor Karéninas she does for her old nurse. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You'll see. She wants consolation, a special sort ofconsolation. 

SASHA. Really, it shows you don't know Lisa at all to talk like this. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You'll see. Sasha. Yes, I shall see. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (alone to herself). And I am very glad. I'm very, veryglad. 

 [Enter MAID. 

MAID. Victor Karénin. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Show him here and tell your mistress. 

 [MAID shows in KARÉNIN and exits door R. I. 

KARÉNIN (goes C. And stands behind table C. ). (Shaking hands with AnnaPávlovna. ) Elizaveta Andreyevna sent me a note to come at once. Ishould have been here to-night anyway. How is she? Well, I hope. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Not very. The baby has been upset again. However, she'll be here in a minute. Will you have some tea?

KARÉNIN. No, thank you. 

 [Sits chair R. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Tell me, do you know that he and she--. 

KARÉNIN. Yes, I was here two days ago when she got this letter. Is shepositive now about their separating?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Oh, absolutely. It would be impossible to begin it allover again. 

KARÉNIN. Yes. To cut into living things and then draw back the knifeis terrible. But are you sure she knows her mind?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I should think so. To come to this decision has causedher much pain. But now it's final, and he understands perfectly thathis behavior has made it impossible for him to come back on any terms. 

KARÉNIN. Why?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. After breaking every oath he swore to decency, howcould he come back? And so why shouldn't he give her her freedom?

KARÉNIN. What freedom is there for a woman still married?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Divorce. He promised her a divorce and we shall insistupon it. 

KARÉNIN. But your daughter was so in love with him?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Her love has been tried out of existence. Remember shehad everything to contend with: drunkenness, gambling, infidelity--what was there to go on loving in such a person?

KARÉNIN. Love can do anything. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. How can one love a rag torn by every wind? Theiraffairs were in dreadful shape; their estate mortgaged; no moneyanywhere. Finally his uncle sends them two thousand rubles to pay theinterest on the estate. He takes it, disappears, leaves Lisa home andthe baby sick--when suddenly she gets a note asking her to send himhis linen. 

KARÉNIN. I know. 

 [Enter LISA R. I. KARÉNIN crosses to LISA. 

I'm sorry to have been a little detained. 

 [Shakes hands with LISA. 

LISA. Oh, thank you so much for coming. I have a great favor to ask ofyou. Something I couldn't ask of anybody else. 

KARÉNIN. I'll do everything I can. 

 [LISA moves away a few steps down R. 

LISA. You know all about this. 

 [Sits chair R. 

KARÉNIN. Yes, I know. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, I think I'll leave you two young people toyourselves. (To SASHA. ) Come along, dear, you and I will be just inthe way. 

 [Exit L. U. ANNA PÁVLOVNA and SASHA. 

LISA. Fédya wrote to me saying it was all over between us. (She beginsto cry. ) That hurt me so, bewildered me so, that--well, I agreed toseparate. I wrote to him saying I was willing to give him up if hewanted me to. 

KARÉNIN. And now you're sorry?

LISA (nodding). I feel I oughtn't to have said yes. I can't. Anythingis better than not to see him again. Victor dear, I want you to givehim this letter and tell him what I've told you, and--and bring himback to me. 

 [Gives VICTOR a letter. 

KARÉNIN. I'll do what I can. 

 [Takes letter, turns away and sits chair R. Of table C. 

LISA. Tell him I will forget everything if only he will come back. Ithought of mailing this, only I know him: he'd have a good impulse, first thwarted by some one, some one who would finally make him actagainst himself. 

 [Pause. 

Are you--are you surprised I asked you?

KARÉNIN. No. (He hesitates. ) But--well, candidly, yes. I am rathersurprised. 

LISA. But you are not angry?

KARÉNIN. You know I couldn't be angry with you. 

LISA. I ask you because I know you're so fond of him. 

KARÉNIN. Of him--and of you too. Thank you for trusting me. I'll doall I can. 

LISA. I know you will. Now I'm going to tell you everything. I wentto-day to Afrémov's, to find out where he was. They told me he wasliving with the gypsies. Of course that's what I was afraid of. I knowhe'll be swept off his feet if he isn't stopped in time. So you'll go, won't you?

KARÉNIN. Where's the place?

LISA. It's that big tenement where the gypsy orchestra lives, on theleft bank below the bridge. I went there myself. I went as far as thedoor, and was just going to send up the letter, but somehow I wasafraid. I don't know why. And then I thought of you. Tell him, tellhim I've forgotten everything and that I'm here waiting for him tocome home. (Crosses to KARÉNIN--a little pause. ) Do it out of love forhim, Victor, and out of friendship for me. 

 [Another pause. 

KARÉNIN. I'll do all I can. 

 [He bows to her and goes out L. U. Enter SASHA L. U. , goes L. Over near table C. 

SASHA. Has the letter gone? (LISA nods. ) He had no objections totaking it himself?

 [LISA, R. C. , shakes head. 

SASHA (L. C. ). Why did you ask him? I don't understand it. 

LISA. Who else was there?

SASHA. But you know he's in love with you. 

LISA. Oh, that's all past. (Over to table C. ) Do you think Fédya willcome back?

SASHA. I'm sure he will, but--

 [Enter ANNA PÁVLOVNA. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Where's Victor Karénin?

LISA. Gone. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Gone?

LISA. I've asked him to do something for me. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What was it? Another secret?

LISA. No, not a secret. I simply asked him to take a letter to Fédya. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. To Fedor Protosov?

LISA. Oh, to Fédya, Fédya. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Then it's not going to be over?

LISA. I can't let him leave me. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Oh, so we shall commence all over again?

LISA. I'll do anything you like, but I can't give him up. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You don't mean you want him to come back?

LISA. Yes, yes. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Let that reptile into the house again!

LISA. Please don't talk like that. He's my husband. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Was your husband. 

LISA. No. He's still my husband. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Spendthrift. Drunkard. Reprobate. And you'll not partfrom him!

LISA. Oh, Mother, why do you keep on hurting me! You seem to enjoy it. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Hurt you, do I? Enjoy it, do I? Very well, then, ifthat's the case, I'd better go. 

 [Pause. 

I see I'm in your way. You want me to go. Well, all I can say is Ican't make you out. I suppose you're being "modern" and all that. Butto me, it's just plain disgusting. First, you make up your mind toseparate from your husband, and then you up and send for another manwho's in love with you--

LISA. Mother, he's not. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You know Karénin proposed to you, and he's the man youpick out to bring back your husband. I suppose you do it just to makehim jealous. 

LISA. Oh, Mother, stop it. Leave me alone. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. That's right. Send off your mother. Open the door tothat awful husband. Well, I can't stand by and see you do it. I'll go. I'm going. And God be with you and your extraordinary ways. 

 [Exit L. U. With suppressed rage. 

LISA (sinking into a chair R. Of table C. ). That's the last straw. 

SASHA. Oh, she'll come back. We'll make her understand. (Going to thedoor and following after her mother. ) Now, Mother darling, listen--listen--

 [Exit L. U. 

 [All lights dim to black out. 

CURTAIN

SCENE II

A room at the gypsies', dark but beautifully lit. The actual room isscarcely seen, and although at first it appears squalid, there areflaring touches of Byzantine luxury. Gypsies are singing. FÉDYA islying on the sofa, his eyes closed, coat off. An OFFICER sits at thetable, on which there are bottles of champagne and glasses. Beside himsits a musician taking down the song. 

AFRÉMOV (standing L. U. ). Asleep?

FÉDYA (on couch L. Raising his hand warningly). Sh! Don't talk! Nowlet's have "No More at Evening. "

GYPSY LEADER. Impossible, Fedor Protosov. Masha must have her solofirst. 

FÉDYA. Afterwards. Now let's have "No More at Evening. "

 [Gypsies sing. 

GYPSY WOMAN (R. C. , when they finish singing, turning to Musician whois sitting at table R. , with his back to audience). Have you got it?

MUSICIAN. It's impossible to take it down correctly. They change thetune each time, and they seem to have a different scale, too. (Hecalls a gypsy woman. ) Is this it?

 [He hums a bar or two. 

GYPSY WOMAN (clapping her hands). Splendid! Wonderful! How can you doit?

FÉDYA (rising. Goes to table L. Back of couch and pours out glass ofwine). He'll never get it. And even if he did and shovelled it into anopera, he'd make it seem absolutely meaningless. 

AFRÉMOV. Now we'll have "The Fatal Hour. "

 [Gypsies sing quartette. During this song, FÉDYA is standing down R. , keeping time with the wine glass from which he has drunk. When they finish he returns to the couch and falls into MASHA'S arms. 

FÉDYA. God! That's it! That's it! That's wonderful. What lovely thingsthat music says. And where does it all come from, what does it allmean?

 [Another pause. 

To think that men can touch eternity like that, and then--nothing--nothing at all. 

MUSICIAN. Yes, it's very original. 

 [Taking notes. 

FÉDYA. Original be damned. It's real. 

MUSICIAN. It's all very simple, except the rhythm. That's verystrange. 

FÉDYA. Oh, Masha, Masha! You turn my soul inside out. 

 [Gypsies hum a song softly. 

MASHA (sitting on couch L. With FÉDYA). Do I? But what was it I askedyou for?

FÉDYA. What? Oh, money. Voilà, mademoiselle. 

 [He takes money front his trousers pocket. MASHA laughs, takes the money, counts it swiftly, and hides it in her dress. 

FÉDYA. Look at this strange creature. When she sings she rushes meinto the sky and all she asks for is money, little presents of moneyfor throwing open the Gates of Paradise. You don't know yourself, atall, do you?

MASHA. What's the use of me wondering about myself? I know when I'm inlove, and I know that I sing best when my love is singing. 

FÉDYA. Do you love me?

MASHA (murmuring). I love you. 

FÉDYA. But I am a married man, and you belong to this gypsy troupe. They wouldn't let you leave it, and--

MASHA (interrupting). The troupe's one thing, and my heart's another. I love those I love, and I hate those I hate. 

FÉDYA. Oh, you must be happy to be like that. 

MASHA. I'm always happy when handsome gentlemen come and say nicethings to me. (Gypsies stop singing. )

 [A GYPSY entering speaks to FÉDYA. 

GYPSY. Some one asking for you. 

FÉDYA. Who?

Gypsy. Don't know. He's rich, though. Fur coat. 

FÉDYA. Fur coat? O my God, show him in. 

AFRÉMOV. Who the devil wants to see you here?

FÉDYA (carelessly). God knows, I don't. (Begins to hum a song. )

 [KARÉNIN comes in, looking around the room. 

(Exclaiming). Ha! Victor! You're the last man in the world I expectedto break into this enchanting milieu. Take off your coat, and they'llsing for you. 

KARÉNIN. Je voudrais vous parler sans témoins. 

 [MASHA rises and joins the group R. 

FÉDYA. Oh. .. . What about?

KARÉNIN. Je viens de chez vous. Votre femme ma chargé de cette lettre, et puis--

 [FÉDYA takes the letter, opens it, reads. He frowns, then smiles affectionately at KARÉNIN. 

FÉDYA. You know what's in this letter, Victor?

 [He is smiling gently all the time. 

KARÉNIN (looking at FÉDYA rather severely). Yes, I know. But really, Fédya, you're in no--

FÉDYA (interrupting). Please, please don't think I'm drunk and don'trealize what I'm saying. Of course I'm drunk, but I see everythingvery clearly. Now go ahead. What were you told to tell me?

KARÉNIN (is standing L. C. Shrugging his shoulders). Your wife askedme to find you and to tell you she's waiting for you. She wants you toforget everything and come back. 

 [Pause. 

KARÉNIN (stiffly). Elizaveta Protosova sent for me and suggested thatI--

FÉDYA (as he hesitates). Yes. 

KARÉNIN (finishing rather lamely). But I ask you not so much for heras for myself--Fédya, come home. 

FÉDYA (looking up at him, smiling rather whimsically). You're a muchfiner person than I am, Victor. Of course that's not saying much. I'mnot very much good, am I? (Laughing gently. ) But that's exactly whyI'm not going to do what you want me to. It's not the only reason, though. The real reason is that I just simply can't. How could I?

KARÉNIN (persuasively). Come along to my rooms, Fédya, and I'll tellher you'll be back to-morrow. 

FÉDYA (wistfully). To-morrows can't change what we are. She'll stillbe she, and I will still be I to-morrow. (Goes to the table anddrinks. ) No, it's better to have the tooth out in one pull. Didn't Isay that if I broke my word she was to leave me? Well, I've broken it, and that's enough. 

KARÉNIN. Yes. For you, but not for her. 

FÉDYA (down L. Politely insolent). You know . .. It's rather odd, thatyou, of all men, should take so much trouble to keep our marriage fromgoing to pieces. 

KARÉNIN (revolted). Good God, Fédya! You don't think--

 [MASHA crosses L. , goes to FÉDYA. FÉDYA interrupting him with a return of his former friendliness. 

FÉDYA. Come now, my dear Victor, you shall hear them sing. 

MASHA (whispering to FÉDYA). What's his name? We must honor him with asong. 

FÉDYA (laughing). O good God, yes! Honor him by all means. His name isVictor Michaelovitch. (Saluting Karénin. ) Victor, my lord! son ofMichael!

 [The gypsies sing a song of greeting and laudation. As they begin to sing, MASHA and FÉDYA sit on couch L. 

(When song is finished. )

KARÉNIN (in an imploring tone). Fédya!

 [Exits quietly L. U. 

FÉDYA (business with MASHA). Where's the fur coat? Gone, eh? Allright. May the devil go with it. 

FÉDYA. Do you know who that was?

MASHA. I heard his name. 

FÉDYA. Ah, he's a splendid fellow. He came to take me home to my wife. You see she loves even a fool like me, (caressing her hair) and lookwhat I'm doing. 

MASHA. You should go back to her and be very sorry. 

FÉDYA. Do you think I should? (He kisses her. ) Well, I think Ishouldn't. 

MASHA. Of course, you needn't go back to her if you don't love her. Love is all that counts. 

FÉDYA (smiling). How do you know that?

MASHA (looking at him timidly). I don't know, but I do. 

FÉDYA. Now, let's have "No More at Evening. " (As the gypsies sing, MASHA lies on her back across his lap, looking up into his face, whichshe draws down to her, and they kiss until the music begins to cease. )That's wonderful! Divine! If I could only lie this way forever, withmy arms around the heart of joy, and sleep . .. And die. .. . (He closeshis eyes; his voice trails away. )

 [Lights dim and out, then the

CURTAIN

SCENE III

SOPHIA KARÉNINA'S boudoir. SOPHIA KARÉNINA, VICTOR'S mother, isreading a book. She is a great lady, over fifty, but tries to lookyounger. She likes to interlard her conversation with French words. Aservant enters. 

SERVANT (enters R. , announcing). Prince Sergius Abréskov. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (on sofa over L. ). Show him in, please. 

 [She turns and picks up hand mirror from table back of couch, arranging her hair. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (enters R. I. Entering). J'espère que je ne force pasla consigne. 

 [Crossing to sofa L. He kisses her hand. He is a charming old diplomat of seventy. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Ah, you know well que vous êtes toujours le bienvenu. .. . Tell me, you have received my letter?

PRINCE SERGIUS. I did. Me voilà. (Sits L. On sofa L. ) Sophia Karénina(working up to distress). Oh, my dear friend, I begin to lose hope. She's bewitched him, positively bewitched him. Il est ensorcelé. Inever knew he could be so obstinate, so heartless, and so indifferentto me. He's changed completely since that woman left her husband. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. How do matters actually stand?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Well, he's made up his mind to marry her at any cost. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. And her husband?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. He agrees to a divorce. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. Really?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. And Victor is willing to put up with all thesordidness, the vulgarity of the divorce court, the lawyers, evidencesof guilt . .. Tout ça est dégoûtant. I can't understand his sensitivenature not being repelled by it. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (smiling). He's in love, and when a man's really inlove--

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (interrupting). In our time love could remain pure, coloring one's whole life with a romantic friendship. Such love Iunderstand and value. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (sighing). However, the present generation refuses tolive on dreams. (He coughs delicately. ) La possession de l'âme ne leursuffit plus. So what is the alternative? But tell me more of Victor. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. There's not very much to say. He seems bewitched, hardly my son. Did you know I'd called upon her? Victor pressed me soit was impossible to refuse. But Dieu merci, I found her out. So Imerely left my card, and now she has asked me if I could receive herto-day, and I am expecting her (she glances at her watch) any momentnow. I am doing all this to please Victor, but conceive my feelings. Iknow you always can. Really, really, I need your help. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (bowing). Thank you for the honor you do me. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. You realize this visit decides Victor's fate. I mustrefuse my consent, or---- But that's impossible. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. Have you met her?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. I've never seen her, but I'm afraid of her. No goodwoman leaves her husband, especially when there's nothing obviouslyintolerable about him. Why, I've seen Protosov often with Victor, andfound him even quite charming. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (murmurs). So I've heard. So I've heard. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (continuing). She should bear her cross withoutcomplaint. And Victor must cease trying to persuade himself that hishappiness lies in defying his principles. What I don't understand ishow Victor, with his religious views, can think of marrying a divorcedwoman. I've heard him say over and over again--once quite lately--that divorce is totally inconsistent with true Christianity. If she'sbeen able to fascinate him to that point, I am afraid of her. --But howstupid of me to talk all the time! Have you spoken to him at all? Whatdoes he say? And don't you thoroughly agree with me?

PRINCE SERGIUS. Yes, I've spoken to Victor. I think he really lovesher, has grown accustomed to the idea of loving her, pour ainsi dire. (Shaking his head. ) I don't believe he could ever now care for anotherwoman. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (sighing). And Varia Casanzeva would have made himsuch a charming wife. She's so devoted already. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (smiling). I am afraid I hardly see her in the present. .. Tableau. (Earnestly. ) Why not submit to Victor's wish and helphim?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. To marry a divorcée? And afterwards have him runninginto his wife's husband? How can you calmly suggest that a motheraccept such a situation for her son?

PRINCE SERGIUS. But, chère amie, why not approve of the inevitable?And you might console yourself by regarding the dangers he'll avoid bymarrying this gentle, lovely woman. After all, suppose he conceived apassion for some one----

 [Convey the word "disreputable". 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. How can a good woman leave her husband?

PRINCE SERGIUS. Ah, that's not like you. You're unkind and you'reharsh. Her husband is the sort of man--well, he's his own worst enemy. A weakling, a ne'er-do-well--he's spent all his money and hers too. She has a child. Do you think you can condemn her for leaving him? Asa matter of fact she didn't leave him, he left her. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (faintly). Oh what a mud-pen I'm slipping into!

PRINCE SERGIUS (amused). Could your religion aid you?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (smelling her salts). In this instance, religion wouldrequire of me the impossible. C'est plus fort que moi. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. Fédya himself--you know what a charming clevercreature he is when he's in his senses--he advised her to leave him. 

 [Enter VICTOR who kisses his mother's hand and greets PRINCE SERGIUS. 

KARÉNIN. Ah, Prince Sergius! (Shakes hands with Prince--formally. )Maman, I've come to tell you that Elizaveta Protosova will be heredirectly. There's only one thing I ask you: do you still refuse yourconsent to my marriage----

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (interrupting). And I most assuredly do. 

KARÉNIN (continuing. Frowning). In that case all I ask is for you notto speak to her about it. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. I don't suppose we shall even mention the subject. Icertainly shan't. 

KARÉNIN (standing at head of sofa L. ). If you don't, she won't. (Pleadingly. ) Mother dear, I just want you to know her. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. One thing I can't understand. How is it you want tomarry Lisa Protosova, a woman with a living husband, and at the sametime believe divorce is a crime against Christianity?

KARÉNIN. Oh, Maman, that's cruel of you. Life is far too complex to bemanaged by a few formulas. Why are you so bitter about it all?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (honestly). I love you. I want you to be happy. 

KARÉNIN (imploringly to PRINCE SERGIUS) Sergius Abréskov!

PRINCE SERGIUS (to SOPHIA KARÉNINA). Naturally you want him happy. Butit's difficult for our hearts, wearied from the weight of years, tofeel the pulse of youth and sympathize, especially is it difficult foryou, my friend, who have schooled yourself to view Victor's happinessin a single way. .. . 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Oh, you're all against me. Do as you like. Vous êtesmajeur. (Sniffing into her pocket handkerchief. ) But you'll kill me. 

KARÉNIN (deeply distressed). Ah, Mother, please. It's worse than cruelto say things like that. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (smiling to VICTOR). Come, come, Victor, you know yourmother speaks more severely than she could ever act. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. I shall tell her exactly what I think and feel, and Ihope I can do it without offending her. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. I am sure of it. 

 [Enter FOOTMAN. 

Here she is. 

KARÉNIN. I'll go. (Goes to back of sofa. )

FOOTMAN (announcing). Elizaveta Andreyevna Protosova. 

KARÉNIN (warningly). Now, Mother. 

 [He goes out L. PRINCE SERGIUS rises. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (majestically). Show her in. (To PRINCE SERGIUS. )Please remain. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. I thought you might prefer a tête-à-tête?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. No, no. I rather dread it. And if I want to be leftalone in the room with her, I'll drop my handkerchief. Ça dépendra. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. I'm sure you're going to like her immensely. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Oh you're all against me. 

 [Enter LISA R. And crosses to R. C. 

(Rising) How do you do? I was so sorry not to find you at home and itis most kind of you to come to see me. 

LISA (R. C. ). I never expected the honor of your visit, and I am sograteful that you permit me to come and see you. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (C. ). You know Prince Sergius Abréskov?

PRINCE SERGIUS (L. --Heartily). Yes, I have had the pleasure. (Crossingto her, he shakes hands. ) My niece Nellie has spoken often of you tome. 

 [Goes to L. C. 

LISA. Yes, we were great friends. (She glances shyly around her. ) Andstill are. (To SOPHIA. ) I never hoped that you would wish to see me. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. I knew your husband quite well. He was a great friendof Victor's and used frequently to visit us in Tambov, (politely)where you were married, I believe. 

LISA (looking down). Yes. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. But when you returned to Moscow we were deprived ofthe pleasure of his visit. 

LISA. Yes, then he stopped going anywhere. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Ah, that explains our missing him. 

 [Awkward pause. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (to LISA). The last time I'd the pleasure of seeing youwas in those tableaux at the Dennishovs. You were charming in yourpart. 

LISA. How good of you to think so! Yes, I remember perfectly. 

 [Another awkward silence. 

(To SOPHIA KARÉNINA. ) Sophia Karénina, please forgive me if what I amgoing to say offends you, but I don't know how to cover up what's inmy heart. I came here to-day because Victor Karénin said--because hesaid that--because he--I mean because you wanted to see me. (With acatch in her voice. ) It's rather difficult--but you're so sweet. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (very sympathetic). There, there, my dear child, Iassure you there's nothing in the world to---- (He breaks off when hesees SOPHIA KARÉNINA pointing impatiently to the floor. She hasdropped her handkerchief. ) Permit me. (He picks it up, presenting itto her with a smile and a bow; then looks casually at his watch. ) Ah, five o'clock already. (To SOPHIA KARÉNINA. ) Madame, in your salonpleasure destroys the memory of time. You will excuse me. 

 [He kisses her hand. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (smiling). Au revoir, mon ami. 

PRINCE SERGIUS (bowing and shaking hands with LISA). ElizavetaProtosova, au revoir. 

 [He goes out R. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Now listen, my child. Please believe how truly sorryfor you I am and that you are most sympathetique to me. But I love myson alone in this world, and I know his soul as I do my own. He's veryproud--oh I don't mean of his position and money--but of his highideals, his purity. It may sound strange to you, but you must believeme when I tell you that at heart he is as pure as a young girl. 

LISA. I know. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. He's never loved a woman before. You're the first. Idon't say I'm not a little jealous. I am. But that's something wemothers have to face. Oh, but your son's still a baby, you don't know. I was ready to give him up, though--but I wanted his wife to be aspure as himself. 

LISA (flushing hotly). And I, am I not----

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (interrupting her kindly). Forgive me, my dear. I knowit's not your fault and that you've been most unhappy. And also I knowmy son. He will bear anything, and he'll bear it without saying aword, but his hurt pride will suffer and bring you infinite remorse. You must know how strongly he has always felt that the bond ofmarriage is indissoluble. 

LISA. Yes. I've thought of all that. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Lisa, my dear, you're a wise woman and you're a goodwoman too. If you love him, you must want his happiness more than youwant your own. You can't want to cripple him so that he'll be sorryall his life--yes, sorry even though he never says a word. 

LISA. I've thought about it so much. I've thought about it and I'vetalked to him about it. But what can I do when he says he can't livewithout me? I said to him only the other day, "Victor, let's just befriends. Don't spoil your life. Don't ruin yourself by trying to helpme. " And do you know what he did? He laughed. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Of course he would, at the time. 

LISA. If you could persuade him not to marry me, you know I'll agree, don't you? I just want him to be happy. I don't care about myself. Only please help me. Please don't hate me. Let's do all we can forhim, because, after all, we both love him. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Yes, I know. And I think I love you too. I really do. (She kisses her. LISA begins to cry. ) Oh, it's all so dreadful. Ifonly he had fallen in love with you before you were married!

LISA (sobbing). He--he says he did--but he had to be loyal to hisfriend. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Alas, it's all very heart-breaking. But let us loveeach other, and God will help us to find what we are seeking. 

KARÉNIN (entering L. I). Mother darling. I've heard what you justsaid. I knew you'd love her. And now everything must come right. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (hastily). But nothing's decided. All I can say is, had things been different, I should have been very glad. (Tenderly. )So very glad. 

 [She kisses LISA. 

KARÉNIN (smiling). Please don't change. That's all I ask. 

 [Lights down and out. 

CURTAIN

SCENE IV

A plainly furnished room, bed, table and stove. FÉDYA alone writing. 

At rise MASHA is heard outside calling "FÉDYA! FÉDYA!" MASHA enters R. I, crosses to FÉDYA on bed C. And embraces him. 

FÉDYA. Ah, thank Heaven you've come. I was wasting away in boredom. 

MASHA. Then why didn't you come over to us? (Sees wine glass on chairnear bed. ) So, you've been drinking again? And after all yourpromises!

FÉDYA (embarrassed). I didn't come over because I had no money. 

MASHA. Oh, why is it I love you so. 

FÉDYA. Masha!

MASHA (imitating him). Masha! Masha! What's that mean? If you lovedme, by now you'd have your divorce. You say you don't love your wife. (FÉDYA winces. ) But you stick to her like grim death. 

FÉDYA (interrupting her). You know why I don't want to. 

MASHA. Nonsense. They're right when they say you're no good. It's yourmind that you can never make up comfortably causing you all the worry. 

FÉDYA. You know perfectly well that the only joy I've got in life isbeing in love with you. 

MASHA. Oh, it's always "My joy, " "Your love. " Where's your love and myjoy?

FÉDYA (a little wearily). Well, Masha, after all, you've got all I cangive, the best I've ever had to give, perhaps, because you're sostrong, so beautiful, that sometimes you've made me know how to makeyou glad. So why torture yourself?

MASHA (kneels and puts her arms around his neck). I won't if you'resure you love me. 

FÉDYA (coming closer to her). My beautiful young Masha. 

MASHA (tearfully, searching his face). You do love me?

FÉDYA. Of course, of course. 

MASHA. Only me, only me?

FÉDYA (kissing her). Darling, only you. 

MASHA (with a return to brightness). Now read me what you've written. 

FÉDYA. It may bore you. 

MASHA (reproachfully). How could it?

FÉDYA (reads). 

 "The snow was flooded in moonlight and the birch trees wavered their stark shadows across it like supplicating arms. Suddenly I heard the soft padded sound of snow falling upon snow, to slowly perceive a figure, the slender figure of a young child attempting to arouse itself almost at my feet--I----"

 [Enter IVÁN and NASTASÏA. They are two old gypsies, MASHA'S parents. 

NASTASÏA (stepping up to MASHA). So here you are--you cursed littlestray sheep. No disrespect to you, sir. (To MASHA. ) You black-hearted, ungrateful little snake. How dare you treat us like this, how dareyou, eh?

Iván (to FÉDYA). It's not right, sir, what you've done, bringing toher ruin our only child. It's against God's law. 

NASTASÏA (to MASHA). Come and get out of here with me. You thoughtyou'd skip, didn't you? And what was I supposed to tell the troupewhile you dangled around here with this tramp? What can you get out ofhim, tell me that? Did you know he hasn't got a kopek to his name, didn't you?

 [During scene with parents, FÉDYA sits dumbly on the bed, bewildered. He puts his forehead against MASHA'S face and clings to her like achild. 

MASHA (sullenly). I haven't done anything wrong. I love thisgentleman, that's all. I didn't leave the troupe either. I'll go onsinging just the same. 

Iván. If you talk any more, I'll pull your hair all out for you, youloose little beast, you. (To FÉDYA, reproachfully. ) And you, sir, whenwe were so fond of you--why, often and often we used to sing for youfor nothing and this is how you pay us back. 

NASTASÏA (rocking herself to and fro). You've ruined our daughter, ourvery own, our only one, our best beloved, our diamond, our preciousone, (with sudden fury). You've stamped her into the dirt, you have. Where's your fear of God?

FÉDYA. Nastasïa, Nastasïa, you've made a mistake. Your daughter islike a sister to me. I haven't harmed her at all. I love her, that'strue. But how can I help it?

IVÁN. Well, why didn't you love her when you had some money? If you'dpaid us ten thousand rubles, you could have owned her, body and soul. That's what respectable gentlemen do. But you--you throw away everykopek you've got and then you steal her like you'd steal a sack ofmeal. You ought to be ashamed, sir. 

MASHA (rising, puts her arm around his neck). He didn't steal me. Iwent to him myself, and if you take me away now, I'll come right back. If you take me away a thousand times, I'll come back to him. I lovehim and that's enough. My love will break through anything--throughanything. Through anything in the whole damn world. 

NASTASÏA (trying to soothe her). Now, Mashenka darling, don't getcross. You know you haven't behaved well to your poor old parents. There, there, come along with us now. 

 [With greedy fingers that pretend to caress, NASTASÏA seizes her savagely and suddenly at the end of this speech and draws her to the door. MASHA cries out "FÉDYA! FÉDYA!" as she exits R. 

IVÁN (alongside). You open your mouth again and I'll smash you dumb. (To FÉDYA. ) Good-bye, your worship. 

 [All exit R. I. 

 [FÉDYA sits as though stupefied. The gypsies exit noisily. There is a pause. He drinks; then PRINCE SERGIUS appears, very quiet and dignified, at the door. 

PRINCE. Excuse me. I'm afraid I'm intruding upon a rather painfulscene. 

FÉDYA (getting up). With whom have I the honor---- (recognizing thePrince). Ah, Prince Sergius, how do you do?

 [They shake hands. 

PRINCE (in a distinguished manner). I repeat that I am afraid to bemost inopportune. I would rather not have heard, but since I have, it's my duty to say so. When I arrived I knocked several times, but Ipresume you could not have heard through such uproar. 

FÉDYA. Do sit down. (PRINCE sits chair R. C. ) Thanks for telling me youheard. (Sits on bed up C. ) It gives me a chance to explain it all. Forgive me for saying your opinion of me can't concern me, but I wantto tell you that the way her parents talked to that young girl, thatgypsy singer, was absolutely unjust. She's as pure as your own mother. My relations with her are simply friendly ones. Possibly there is aray of poetry in them, but that could hardly degrade her. However, what can I do for you?

PRINCE SERGIUS. Well, to begin----

FÉDYA (interrupting). Excuse me, Prince, but my present socialposition hardly warrants a visit from you. 

 [Smiling. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. I know that, but I ask you to believe that yourchanged position does not influence me in what I am about to tell you. 

FÉDYA (interrogatively). Then?

PRINCE SERGIUS. To be as brief as possible, Victor Karénin, the son ofmy old friend, Sophia Karénina, and she herself, have asked me todiscover from you personally what your present relations are with yourwife, and what intentions you have regarding them. 

FÉDYA. My relations with my wife--I should say my former wife--areseveral. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. As I thought, and for this reason accepted my somewhatdifficult mission. 

FÉDYA (quickly). I wish to say first of all that the fault wasentirely mine. She is, just as she always was, absolutely stainless, faultless. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. Victor Karénin and especially his mother are anxiousto know your exact intentions regarding the future. 

FÉDYA. I've got no intentions. I've given her full freedom. I know sheloves Victor Karénin, let her. Personally, I think he is a bore, buthe is a good bore. So they'll probably be very happy together, atleast in the ordinary sense and que le bon Dieu les bénisse. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. Yes, but we----

FÉDYA (rising, goes L. , leans on table). Please don't think I'mjealous. If I just said Victor was dull, I take it back. He'ssplendid, very decent, in fact the opposite of myself, and he's lovedher since her childhood (slowly) and maybe she loved him even when wewere married. After all, that happens, and the strongest love isperhaps unconscious love. Yes, I think she's always loved him far, fardown beneath what she would admit to herself, and this feeling of ninehas been a black shadow across our married life. But--I--I reallydon't suppose I ought to be talking to you like this, ought I?

PRINCE SERGIUS. Please go on. My only object in coming was tounderstand this situation completely, and I begin to see how theshadow--as you charmingly express it--could have been----

FÉDYA (looking strangely ahead of him). Yes, no brightness could suckup that shadow. And so I suppose I never was satisfied with what mywife gave me, and I looked for every kind of distraction, sick atheart because I did so. I see it more and more clearly since we'vebeen apart. Oh, but I sound as if I were defending myself. God knows Idon't want to do that. No, I was a shocking bad husband. I say was, because now I don't consider myself her husband at all. She'sperfectly free. There, does that satisfy you?

PRINCE SERGIUS. Yes, but you know how strictly orthodox Victor and hisfamily are. Of course I don't agree with them--perhaps I have broaderviews--(with a shrug) but I understand how they feel. They considerthat any union without a church marriage is--well, to put it mildly, unthinkable. 

FÉDYA. Yes, I know he's very stu--I mean strict. (With a slightsmile. ) "Conservative" is the word, isn't it? But what in God's name(crossing to C. ) do they want, a divorce? I told them long ago I wasperfectly willing. But the business of hiring a street-woman andtaking her to a shady hotel and arranging to be caught by competentwitnesses--ugh--it's all so--so loathsome. 

 [He shudders--pauses; and sits on bed. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. I know. I know. I assure you, I can sympathize withsuch a repugnance, but how can one avoid it? You see, it's the onlyway out. But, my dear boy, you mustn't think I don't sympathize withyou. It's a horrible situation for a sensitive man and I quiteunderstand how you must hate it. 

FÉDYA. Thank you, Prince Sergius. I always knew you were kind andjust. Now tell me what to do. Put yourself in my place. I don'tpretend to be any better than I really am. I am a blackguard but thereare some things that even I can't do. (With a smile and helplessgesture. ) I can't tell lies. 

 [A pause. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. I must confess that you bewilder me. You with yourgifts and charm and really au fond--a wonderful sense of what's right. How could you have permitted yourself to plunge into such tawdrydistractions? How could you have forgotten so far what you owed toyourself? Tell me, why did you let your life fall into this ruin?

FÉDYA (suppressing emotion). I've led this sort of life for ten yearsand you're the first real person to show me sympathy. Of course, I'vebeen pitied by the degraded ones but never before by a sensible, kindman like you. Thanks more than it's possible to say. (He seems toforget his train of thought and suddenly to recall it. ) Ah, yes, myruin. Well, first, drink, not because it tasted well, but becauseeverything I did disappointed me so, made me so ashamed of myself. Ifeel ashamed now, while I talk to you. Whenever I drank, shame wasdrowned in the first glass, and sadness. Then music, not opera orBeethoven, but gypsy music; the passion of it poured energy into mybody, while those dark bewitching eyes looked into the bottom of mysoul. (He sighs. ) And the more alluring it all was, the more shame Ifelt afterwards. 

 [Pause. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. But what about your career?

FÉDYA. My career? This seems to be it. Once I was a director of abank. There was something terribly lacking between what I felt andwhat I could do. (Abruptly. ) But enough, enough of myself. It makes merather nervous to think about myself. 

 [Rises. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. What answer am I to take back?

FÉDYA (very nervous). Oh, tell them I'm quite at their disposal. (Walking up and down) They want to marry, and there mustn't beanything in their way (pause); is that it? (Stops walking verysuddenly. Repeats. ) There mustn't be anything in their way--is thatit?

PRINCE SERGIUS (pause. FÉDYA sits on table L. ). Yes. When do you--whendo you think--you'll--you'll have it ready? The evidence?

FÉDYA (turns and looks at the PRINCE, suppressing a slight, strainedsmile). Will a fortnight do?

PRINCE SERGIUS (rising). Yes, I am sure it will. (Rises and crosses toFÉDYA. ) May I say that you give them your word?

FÉDYA (with some impatience). Yes. Yes. (PRINCE offers his hand. )Good-bye, Prince Sergius. And again thanks. 

 [Exit PRINCE SERGIUS, R. I. FÉDYA sits down in an attitude of deep thought. 

Why not? Why not? And it's good not to be ashamed----

 [Lights dim and out. 

CURTAIN

SCENE V

Private room in a cheap restaurant. FÉDYA is shown in by a shabbywaiter. 

WAITER. This way, sir. No one will disturb you here. Here's thewriting paper. 

 [Starts to exit. 

FÉDYA (as waiter starts to exit). Bring me a bottle of champagne. 

WAITER. Yes, sir. 

 [Exits R. C. 

 [FÉDYA sits at table L. C. , and begins to write. IVÁN PETROVICH appearing in the doorway R. C. 

IVÁN PETROVICH. I'll come in, shall I?

FÉDYA (sitting L. Of table L. C. Very serious). If you want to, butI'm awfully busy, and--(seeing he has already entered) Oh, all right, do come in. 

IVÁN PETROVICH (C. ). You're going to write an answer to their demand. I'll help you. I'll tell you what to say Speak out. Say what you mean. It's straight from the shoulder. That's my system. (Picks up box thatFÉDYA has placed on table--opens it and takes out a revolver. ) Hallo!What's this? Going to shoot yourself. Of course, why not? Iunderstand. They want to humiliate you, and you show them where thecourage is--put a bullet through your head and heap coals of fire ontheirs. I understand perfectly. (The waiter enters with champagne ontray, pours a glass for FÉDYA, then exits. PETROVICH takes up theglass of wine and starts to drink. FÉDYA looks up from his writing. ) Iunderstand everything and everybody, because I'm a genius. 

FÉDYA. So you are, but----

IVÁN PETROVICH (filling and lifting his glass). Here's to yourimmortal journey. May it be swift and pleasant. Oh, I see it from yourpoint of view. So why should I stop you? Life and death are the sameto genius. I'm dead during life and I live after death. You killyourself in order to make a few people miss you, but I--but I--amgoing to kill myself to make the whole world know what it lost. Iwon't hesitate or think about it. I'll just take the revolver--one, two--and all is over--um. But I am premature. My hour is not yetstruck. (He puts the revolver down. ) But I shall write nothing. Theworld will have to understand all by itself. (FÉDYA continues towrite. ) The world, what is it but a mass of preposterous creatures, who crawl around through life, understanding nothing--nothing at all--do you hear me? (FÉDYA looks up, rather exasperated. ) Oh, I'm nottalking to you. All this is between me and the cosmos. (Pours himselfout another drink. ) After all, what does humanity most lack?Appreciation for its geniuses. As it is, we're persecuted, tortured, racked, through a lifetime of perpetual agony, into the asylum or thegrave. But no longer will I be their bauble. Humanity, hypocrite thatyou are--to hell with you. 

 [Drinks wine. 

FÉDYA (having finished his letter). Oh, go away, please. 

IVÁN PETROVICH. Away? (With a gesture. ) Away? Me? (With profoundresolve. ) So be it. (He leans over the table, faces FÉDYA. ) I shallaway. I'll not deter you from accomplishing what I also shall commit--all in its proper moment, however. Only I should like to say this----

FÉDYA. Later. Later. But now, listen, old man, give this to the headwaiter. (Handing him some money. ) You understand?

IVÁN PETROVICH. Yes, but for God's sake wait for me to come back. (Moves away. ) I've something rare to tell you, something you'll neverhear in the next world--at least not till I get there---- Look here, shall I give him all this money?

FÉDYA. No, just what I owe him. 

 [Exit IVÁN PETROVICH, whistling. FÉDYA sighs with a sense of relief, takes the revolver, cocks it, stands at mirror on wall up R. , and puts it close to his temple. Then shivers, and lets his hand drop. 

I can't do it. I can't do it. 

 [Pause. MASHA is heard singing. MASHA bursts into the room. 

MASHA (breathless). I've been everywhere looking for you. To Popov's, Afrémov's, then I guessed you'd be here. (Crosses to him. Seesrevolver, turns, faces him quickly, concealing it with her body, stands very tense and taut, looking at him. ) Oh, you fool! You hideousfool! Did you think you'd----

FÉDYA (still completely unnerved). Awful! It's been awful! I tried----(With a gesture of despair. ) I couldn't----

 [Crosses to table L. C. --leans against it. 

MASHA (puts her hand to her face as if terribly hurt). As if I didn'texist. (Crosses over to table L. C. , puts down revolver. ) As if Iweren't in your life at all. Oh, how godless you are! (Brokenly. ) Tellme, tell me, what about all my love for you?

FÉDYA (as if suddenly aware of a great fatigue). I wanted to set themfree. I promised to--and when the time came I couldn't. 

MASHA. And what about me? What about me?

FÉDYA. I thought you'd be free, too. Surely my torturing you can'tmake you happy. 

MASHA. Oh, I can look out for myself. Maybe I'd rather be unhappy, miserable, wretched with you every minute than even think of livingwithout you. 

FÉDYA (up R. --half to himself). If I'd finished just now, you wouldhave cried bitterly perhaps, my Masha, but you would have lived pastit. 

MASHA. Oh, damn you, don't be so sure I'd cry at all. Can't you evenbe sorry for me?

 [She tries to conceal her tears. 

FÉDYA. Oh God, I only wanted to make everybody happier. 

MASHA. Yourself happier, you mean. 

FÉDYA (smiling). Would I have been happier to be dead now?

MASHA (sulkily). I suppose you would. (Suddenly in a tender voice, crossing to him. ) But, Fédya, do you know what you want? Tell me, whatdo you want?

FÉDYA (R). I want so many things. 

MASHA (impatiently and clinging to him). But what? What?

FÉDYA. First of all, I want to set them free. How can I lie? How can Icrawl through the muck and filth of a divorce? I can't. (Moves to endof table and stands there facing front. ) But I must set them freesomehow. They're such good people, my wife and Victor. I can't bearhaving them suffer. 

MASHA (R. Of table L. C. --scornfully). Where's the good in her if sheleft you?

FÉDYA. She didn't. I left her. 

MASHA. She made you think she'd be happier without you. But go on----(Impatiently. ) Blame yourself, what else. 

FÉDYA. There's you, Masha. Young, lovely, awfully dear to me. If Istay alive, ah, where will you be?

MASHA. Don't bother about me. You can't hurt me. 

FÉDYA (sighing). But the big reason, the biggest reason of all, ismyself. I'm just lost. Your father is right, my dear. I'm no good. 

MASHA (crossing to him, at once tenderly and savagely). I won'tunfasten myself from you. I'll stick to you, no matter where you takeme, no matter what you do. You're alive, terribly alive, and I loveyou. Fédya, drop all this horror. 

FÉDYA. How can I?

MASHA (trying to project the very essence of her vitality into him). Oh, you can, you can. 

FÉDYA (slowly). When I look at you, I feel as though I could doanything. 

MASHA (proudly, fondly). My love, my love. You can do anything, getanywhere you want to. (FÉDYA moves away impatiently up R. She seesletter. ) So you have been writing to them--to tell them you'll killyourself. You just told them you'd kill yourself, is that it? But youdidn't say anything about a revolver. Oh, Fédya, let me think, theremust be some way. Fédya--listen to me. Do you remember the day we allwent to the picnic to the White Lakes with Mama and Afrémov and theyoung Cossack officer? And you buried the bottles of wine in the sandto keep them cool while we went in bathing? Do you remember how youtook my hands and drew me out beyond the waves till the water wasquite silent and flashing almost up to our throats, and then suddenlyit seemed as if there were nothing under our feet? We tried to getback. We couldn't and you shouted out, "Afrémov, " and if he hadn'tbeen almost beside us and pulled us in--and how cross he was with youfor forgetting that you couldn't swim, and after, how wonderful it wasto stretch out safely on the sands in the sunlight. Oh, how nice everyone was to us that day and you kept on being so sorry for forgettingyou couldn't swim! And, Fédya, don't you see? Of course, she must knowyou can't swim. Oh, it's all getting as clear as daylight. You willsend her this beautiful letter. Your clothes will be found on theriver bank--but instead of being in the river you will be far awaywith me--Fédya, don't you see, don't you see? You will be dead to her, but alive for me. (Embraces FÉDYA. )

 [The lights down and out. 

CURTAIN

SCENE VI

The PROTOSOVS' drawing-room. 

KARÉNIN and LISA. 

KARÉNIN (sitting chair R. ). He's promised medefinitely, and I'm sure he'll keep to it. 

LISA (sitting chair R. C. ). I'm rather ashamed to confess it, Victor, but since I found out about this--this gypsy, I feel completely freeof him. Of course, I am not in the least jealous, but knowing thismakes me see that I owe him nothing more. Am I clear to you, I wonder?

KARÉNIN (coming closer to her). Yes, dear, I think I'll alwaysunderstand you. 

LISA (smiling). Don't interrupt me, but let me speak as I think. Thething that tortured me most was I seemed to love both of you at once, and that made me seem so indecent to myself. 

KARÉNIN (incredulously amused). You indecent?

LISA (continuing). But since I've found out that there's anotherwoman, that he doesn't need me any more, I feel free, quite free ofhim. And now I can say truthfully, I love you. Because everything isclear in my soul. My only worry is the divorce, and all the waiting tobe gone through before we can---- Ah, that's torturing. 

KARÉNIN. Dearest, everything will be settled soon. After all, he'spromised, and I've asked my secretary to go to him with the petitionand not to leave until he's signed it. Really, sometimes, if I didn'tknow him as I do, I'd think he was trying on purpose to discomfort us. 

LISA. No. No. It's, only the same weakness and honesty fightingtogether in him. He doesn't want to lie. However, I'm sorry you senthim money. 

KARÉNIN. If I hadn't, it might have delayed things. Lisa. I know, butmoney seems so ugly. 

KARÉNIN (slightly ruffled). I hardly think it's necessary to be sodelicate with Fédya. 

LISA. Perhaps, perhaps. (Smiling. ) But don't you think we are becomingvery selfish?

KARÉNIN. Maybe. But it's all your fault, dear. After all, thishopelessness and waiting, to think of being happy at last! I supposehappiness does make us selfish. 

LISA. Don't believe you're alone in your happiness or selfishness. Iam so filled with joy it makes me almost afraid. Misha's all right, your mother loves me, and above all, you are here, close to me, lovingme as I love you. 

KARÉNIN (bending over her and searching her eyes). You're sure you'veno regret?

LISA. From the day I found out about that gypsy woman, my mindunderwent a change that has set me free. 

KARÉNIN. You're sure?

 [Kissing her hands. 

LISA (passionately). Darling, I've only one desire now, and that is tohave you forget the past and love as I do. 

 [Her little boy toddles in R. , sees them and stops. 

 [To the child. 

Come here, my sweetheart. 

 [He goes to her and she takes him on her knees. 

KARÉNIN. What strange contradictory instincts and desires make up ourbeings!

LISA. Why?

KARÉNIN (slowly). I don't know. When I came back from abroad, knew I'dlost you, I was unhappy, terribly. Yet, it was enough for me to learnthat you at least remembered me. Afterward, when we became friends, and you were kind to me, and into our friendship wavered a spark ofsomething more than friendship, ah, I was almost happy! Only one thingtormented me: fear that such a feeling wronged Fédya. Afterwards, whenFédya tortured you so, I saw I could help. Then a certain definitehope sprang up in me. And later, when he became impossible and youdecided to leave him, and I showed you my heart for the first time, and you didn't say no, but went away in tears--then I was happy throughand through. Then came the possibility of joining our lives. Mammaloved you. You told me you loved me, that Fédya was gone out of yourheart, out of your life forever, and there was only, only me. .. . Ah, Lisa, for what more could I ask! Yet the past tortured me. Awfulfancies would flush up into my happiness, turning it all into hatredfor your past. 

LISA (interrupting reproachfully). Victor!

KARÉNIN. Forgive me, Lisa. I only tell you this because I don't wantto hide a single thought from you. I want you to know how bad I am, and what a weakness I've got to fight down. But don't worry, I'll getpast it. It's all right, dear. (He bends over, kissing the child onthe head. ) And I love him, too. 

LISA. Dearest, I'm so happy. Everything has happened in my heart tomake it as you'd wish. 

KARÉNIN. All?

LISA. All, beloved, or I never could say so. 

 [Enter the NURSE L. U. 

NURSE. Your secretary has come back. 

 [LISA and KARÉNIN exchange glances. 

LISA. Show him in here, nurse, and take Misha, will you?

NURSE. Come along, my pet. It's time for your rest. 

 [Exit NURSE with the little boy, R. 

KARÉNIN (gets up, walks to the door). This will be Fédya's answer. 

LISA (kissing Karénin). At last, at last we shall know when. (Shekisses him. )

 [Enter VOZNESÉNSKY L. U. 

KARÉNIN. Well?

SECRETARY. He's not there, sir. 

KARÉNIN. Not there? He's not signed the petition, then?

SECRETARY. No. But here is a letter addressed to you and ElizavetaProtosova. 

 [Takes letter from his pocket and gives it to KARÉNIN. 

KARÉNIN (interrupting angrily). More excuses, more excuses. It'sperfectly outrageous. How without conscience he is. Really, he haslost every claim to----

LISA. But read the letter, dear; see what he says. 

 [KARÉNIN opens the letter. 

SECRETARY. Shall you need me, sir?

Karénin. No. That's all. Thank you. 

 [Exit SECRETARY. KARÉNIN reads the letter growing astonishment and concern. LISA watches his face. 

(Reading. )

 "Lisa, Victor, I write you both without using terms of endearment, since I can't feel them, nor can I conquer a sense of bitterness and reproach, self-reproach principally, when I think of you together in your love. I know, in spite of being the husband, I was also the barrier, preventing you from coming earlier to one another. C'est moi qui suis l'intrue. I stood in your way, I worried you to death. Yet I can't help feeling bitterly, coldly, toward you. In one way I love both of you, especially Lisa Lizenska, but in reality I am more than cold toward you. Yes, it's unjust, isn't it, but to change is impossible. "

LISA. What's all that for?

KARÉNIN (standing L. Of table C. , continuing). 

 "However, to the point. I am going to fulfill your wishes in perhaps a little different way from what you desire. To lie, to act a degrading comedy, to bribe women of the streets for evidence--the ugliness of it all disgusts me. I am a bad man, but this despicable thing I am utterly unable to do. My solution is after all the simplest. You must marry to be happy. I am the obstacle, consequently that obstacle must be removed. "

LISA (R. Of table). Victor!

KARÉNIN (reading). Must be removed? "By the time this letter reachesyou, I shall no longer exist. All I ask you is to be happy, andwhenever you think of me, think tender thoughts. God bless you both. Good-bye. FÉDYA. "

LISA. He's killed himself!

KARÉNIN (going hurriedly up stage L. And calls of). My secretary! Callback my secretary!

LISA. Fédya! Fédya, darling!

KARÉNIN. Lisa!

LISA. It's not true! It's not true that I've stopped loving him! He'sthe only man in all the world I love! And now I've killed him! I'vekilled him as surely as if I'd murdered him with my own two hands!

KARÉNIN. Lisa, for God's sake!

LISA. Stop it! Don't come near me! Don't be angry with me, Victor. Yousee I, too, cannot lie!

CURTAIN

ACT II

SCENE I

A dirty, ill-lighted underground dive; people are lying arounddrinking, sleeping, playing cards and making love. Near the front asmall table at which FÉDYA sits; he is in rags and has fallen verylow. By his side is PETUSHKÓV, a delicate spiritual man, with longyellow hair and beard. Both are rather drunk. 

Candle light is the only lighting in this Scene. 

PETUSHKÓV (R. C. Of table C. ). I know. I know. Well, that's real love. So what happened then?

FÉDYA (L. C. Of table C. , pensively). You might perhaps expect a girlof our own class, tenderly brought up, to be capable of sacrificingfor the man she loved, but this girl was a gypsy, reared in greed, yetshe gave me the purest sort of self-sacrificing love. She'd have doneanything for nothing. Such contrasts are amazing. 

PETUSHKÓV. I see. In painting we call that value. Only to realizebright red fully when there is green around it. But that's not thepoint. What happened?

FÉDYA. Oh, we parted. I felt it wasn't right to go on taking, takingwhere I couldn't give. So one night we were having dinner in a littlerestaurant, I told her we'd have to say good-bye. My heart was sowrung all the time I could hardly help crying. 

PETUSHKÓV. And she?

FÉDYA. Oh, she was awfully unhappy, but she knew I was right. So wekissed each other a long while, and she went back to her gypsy troupe--(Slowly. ) Maybe she was glad to go----

 [A pause. 

PETUSHKÓV. I wonder. 

FÉDYA. Yes. The single good act of my soul was not ruining that girl. 

PETUSHKÓV. Was it from pity?

FÉDYA. I sorry for her? Oh, never. Quite the contrary. I worshippedher unclouded sincerity, the energy of her clear, strong will, and Godin Heaven, how she sang. And probably she is singing now, for some oneelse. Yes, I always looked up at her from beneath, as you do at someradiance in the sky. I loved her really. And now it's a tenderbeautiful memory. 

PETUSHKÓV. I understand. It was ideal, and you left it like that. 

FÉDYA (ruminatingly). And I've been attracted often, you know. Once Iwas in love with a grande dame, bestially in love, dog-like. Well, she gave me a rendezvous, and I didn't, couldn't, keep it, becausesuddenly I thought of her husband, and it made me feel sick. And youknow, it's queer, that now, when I look back, instead of being gladthat I was decent, I am as sorry as if I had sinned. But with Mashait's so different; I'm filled with joy that I've never soiled thebrightness of my feeling for her. (He points his finger at the floor. )I may go much further down. 

PETUSHKÓV (interrupting). I know so well what you mean. But where isshe now?

FÉDYA. I don't know. I don't want to know. All that belongs to anotherlife, and I couldn't bear to mix that life and this life. 

 [A POLICE OFFICER enters from up R. , kicks a man who is lying on the floor--walks down stage, looks at FÉDYA and PETUSHKÓV, then exits. 

PETUSHKÓV. Your life's wonderful. I believe you're a real idealist. 

FÉDYA. No. It's awfully simple. You know among our class--I mean theclass I was born in--there are only three courses: the first, to gointo the civil service or join the army and make money to squanderover your sensual appetites. And all that was appalling to me--perhapsbecause I couldn't do it. The second thing is to live to clear out, todestroy what is foul, to make way for the beautiful. But for thatyou've got to be a hero, and I'm not a hero. And the third is toforget it all--overwhelm it with music, drown it with wine. That'swhat I did. And look (he spreads his arms out) where my singing led meto. 

 [He drinks. 

PETUSHKÓV. And what about family life? The sanctity of the home andall that--I would have been awfully happy if I'd had a decent wife. Asit was, she ruined me. 

FÉDYA. I beg your pardon. Did you say marriage? Oh, yes, of course. Well, I've been married, too. Oh, my wife was quite an ideal woman. Idon't know why I should say was, by the way, because she's stillliving. But there's something--I don't know; it's rather difficult toexplain--But you know how pouring champagne into a glass makes itfroth up into a million iridescent little bubbles? Well, there wasnone of that in our married life. There was no fizz in it, no sparkle, no taste, phew! The days were all one color--flat and stale and grayas the devil. And that's why I wanted to get away and forget. Youcan't forget unless you play. So trying to play I crawled in everysort of muck there is. And you know, it's a funny thing, but we lovepeople for the good we do them, and we hate them for the harm. That'swhy I hated Lisa. That's why she seemed to love me. 

PETUSHKÓV. Why do you say seemed?

FÉDYA (wistfully). Oh, she couldn't creep into the center of my beinglike Masha. But that's not what I mean. Before the baby was born, andafterwards, when she was nursing him, I used to stay away for days anddays, and come back drunk, drunk, and love her less and less eachtime, because I was wronging her so terribly. (Excitedly. ) Yes. That'sit, I never realized it before. The reason why I loved Masha wasbecause I did her good, not harm. But I crucified my wife, and hercontortions filled me almost with hatred. 

 [FÉDYA drinks. 

PETUSHKÓV. I think I understand. Now in my case----

 [ARTIMIEV enters R. U. , approaches with a cockade on his cap, dyed mustache, and shabby, but carefully mended clothes. 

ARTIMIEV (stands L. Of table). Good appetite, gentlemen! (Bowing toFÉDYA. ) I see you've made the acquaintance of our great artist. 

FÉDYA (coolly). Yes, I have. 

ARTIMIEV (to PETUSHKÓV). Have you finished your portrait?

PETUSHKÓV. No, they didn't give me the commission, after all. 

ARTIMIEV (sitting down on end of table). I'm not in your way, am I?

 [FÉDYA and PETUSHKÓV don't answer. 

PETUSHKÓV. This gentleman was telling me about his life. 

ARTIMIEV. Oh, secrets? Then I won't disturb you. Pardon me forinterrupting. (To himself as he moves away. ) Damn swine!

 [He goes to the next table, sits down and in the dim candlelight he can just be seen listening to the conversation. 

FÉDYA. I don't like that man. 

PETUSHKÓV. I think he's offended. 

FÉDYA. Let him be. I can't stand him. If he'd stayed I shouldn't havesaid a word. Now, it's different with you. You make me feel allcomfortable, you know. Well, what was I saying?

PETUSHKÓV. You were talking about your wife. How did you happen toseparate?

FÉDYA. Oh, that? (A pause. ) It's a rather curious story. My wife'smarried. 

PETUSHKÓV. Oh, I see! You're divorced. 

FÉDYA. No. (Smiling. ) She's a widow. 

PETUSHKÓV. A widow? What do you mean?

FÉDYA. I mean exactly what I say. She's a widow. I don't exist. 

PETUSHKÓV (puzzled). What?

FÉDYA (smiling drunkenly). I'm dead. You're talking to a corpse. 

 [ARTIMIEV leans towards them and listens intently. 

Funny, I seem to be able to say anything to you. And it's so long ago, so long ago. And what is it after all to you but a story? Well, when Igot to the climax of torturing my wife, when I'd squandered everythingI had or could get, and become utterly rotten, then, there appeared aprotector. 

PETUSHKÓV. The usual thing, I suppose?

FÉDYA. Don't think anything filthy about it. He was just her friend, mine too, a very good, decent fellow; in fact the opposite of myself. He'd known my wife since she was a child, and I suppose he'd loved hersince then. He used to come to our house a lot. First I was very gladhe did, then I began to see they were falling in love with each other, and then--an odd thing began to happen to me at night. Do you knowwhen she lay there asleep beside me (he laughs shrilly) I would hearhim, pushing open the door, crawling into the room, coming to me onhis hands and knees, grovelling, whining, begging me (he is almostshouting) for her, for her, imagine it! And I, I had to get up andgive my place to him. (He covers his eyes with his hands in a. Convulsive moment. ) Phew! Then I'd come to myself. 

PETUSHKÓV. God! It must have been horrible. 

FÉDYA (wearily). Well, later on I left her--and after a while, theyasked me for a divorce. I couldn't bear all the lying there was to begot through. Believe me it was easier to think of killing myself. Andso I tried to commit suicide, and I tried and I couldn't. Then a kindfriend came along and said, "Now, don't be foolish!" And she arrangedthe whole business for me. I sent my wife a farewell letter--and thenext day my clothes and pocketbook were found on the bank of theriver. Everybody knew I couldn't swim. (Pause. ) You understand, don'tyou?

PETUSHKÓV. Yes, but what about the body? They didn't find that?

FÉDYA (smiling drunkenly). Oh yes, they did! You just listen! About aweek afterwards some horror was dragged out of the water. My wife wascalled in to identify it. It was in pretty bad shape, you know. Shetook one glance. "Is that your husband?" they asked her. And she said, "Yes. " Well, that settled it! I was buried, they were married, andthey're living very happily right here in this city. I'm living here, too! We're all living here together! Yesterday I walked right by theirhouse. The windows were lit and somebody's shadow went across theblind. (A pause. ) Of course there're times when I feel like hell aboutit, but they don't last. The worst is when there's no money to buydrinks with. 

 [He drinks. 

ARTIMIEV. (rising and approaching them). Excuse me, but you know I'vebeen listening to that story of yours? It's a very good story, andwhat's more a very useful one. You say you don't like being withoutmoney, but really there's no need of your ever finding yourself inthat position. 

FÉDYA. (interrupting). Look here, I wasn't talking to you and I don'tneed your advice!

ARTIMIEV. But I'm going to give it to you just the same. Now you're acorpse. Well, suppose you come to life again!

FÉDYA. What?

ARTIMIEV. Then your wife and that fellow she's so happy with--they'dbe arrested for bigamy. The best they'd get would be ten years inSiberia. Now you see where you can have a steady income, don't you?

FÉDYA. (furiously). Stop talking and get out of here!

ARTIMIEV. The best way is to write them a letter. If you don't knowhow I'll do it for you. Just give me their address and afterwards whenthe ruble notes commence to drop in, how grateful you'll be!

FÉDYA. Get out! Get out, I say! I haven't told you anything!

ARTIMIEV. Oh, yes, you have! Here's my witness! This waiter heard yousaying you were a corpse!

FÉDYA. (beside himself). You damn blackmailing beast----

 [Rising. 

ARTIMIEV. Oh, I'm a beast, am I? We'll see about that! (FÉDYA rises togo, ARTIMIEV seizes him. ) Police! Police! (FÉDYA struggles franticallyto escape. )

 [The POLICE enter and drag him away. 

CURTAIN

SCENE II

In the country. A veranda covered by a gay awning; sunlight; flowers;SOPHIA KARÉNINA, LISA, her little boy and nurse. 

LISA (standing C. In door. To the little boy, smiling), Who do youthink is on his way from the station?

MISHA (excitedly). Who? Who?

LISA. Papa. 

MISHA (rapturously). Papa's coming! Papa's coming!

 [Exits L. Through C. Door. 

LISA (contentedly, to SOPHIA KARÉNINA). How much he loves Victor! Asif he were his real father!

SOPHIA KARÉNINA (on sofa L. Knitting--back to audience). Tant mieux. Do you think he ever remembers his father?

LISA (sighing). I can't tell. Of course I've never said anything tohim. What's the use of confusing his little head? Yet sometimes I feelas though I ought. What do you think, Mamma?

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. I think it's a matter of feeling. If you can trustyour heart, let it guide you. What extraordinary adjustments deathbrings about! I confess I used to think very unkindly of Fédya, whenhe seemed a barrier to all this. (She makes a gesture with her hand. )But now I think of him as that nice boy who was my son's friend, and aman who was capable of sacrificing himself for those he loved. (Sheknits. ) I hope Victor hasn't forgotten to bring me some wool. 

LISA. Here he comes. (LISA runs to the edge of the veranda. ) There'ssome one with him--a lady in a bonnet! Oh, it's mother! How splendid!I haven't seen her for an age!

 [Enter ANNA PÁVLOVNA up C. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (kissing LISA). My darling. (To SOPHIA KARÉNINA. ) How doyou do? Victor met me and insisted on my coming down. 

 [Sits bench L. C. Beside SOPHIA. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. This is perfectly charming!

 [Enter VICTOR and MÍSHA. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I did want to see Lisa and the boy. So now, if youdon't turn me out, I'll stay till the evening train. 

KARÉNIN. (L. C. , kissing his wife, his mother and the boy). Congratulate me--everybody--I've a bit of luck, I don't have to go totown again for two days. Isn't that wonderful?

LISA. (R. C. ). Two days! That's glorious! We'll drive over to theHermitage to-morrow and show it to mother. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. (holding the boy). He's so like his father, isn't he? Ido hope he hasn't inherited his father's disposition. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. After all, Fédya's heart was in the right place. LISA. Victor thinks if he'd only been brought up more carefullyeverything would have been different. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, I'm not so sure about that, but I do feel sorryfor him. I can't think of him without wanting to cry. 

LISA. I know. That's how Victor and I feel. All the bitterness isgone. There's nothing left but a very tender memory. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. (sighing). I'm sure of it. Lisa. Isn't it funny? It allseemed so hopeless back there, and now see how beautifullyeverything's come out!

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Oh, by the way, Victor, did you get my wool?

KARÉNIN. I certainly did. (Brings a bag and takes out parcels. ) Here'sthe wool, here's the eau-de-cologne, here are the letters--one on"Government Service" for you, Lisa---- (Hands her the letter. LISAopens letter, then strolls R, reading it, suddenly stops. ) Well, AnnaPávlovna, I know you want to make yourself beautiful! I must tidy up, too. It's almost dinner time. Lisa, you've put your another in theBlue Room, haven't you?

 [Pause. 

 [LISA is pale. She holds the letter with trembling hands and reads it, KARÉNIN seeing her. 

What's the matter, Lisa? What is it?

LISA. He's alive. He's alive. My God! I shall never be free from him. (VICTOR crosses to LISA. ) What does this mean? What's going to happento us?

KARÉNIN (taking the letter and reading). I don't believe it. 

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. What is it? (Rising. ) What's the matter? Why don'tyou tell us?

KARÉNIN. He's alive! They're accusing us of bigamy! It's a summons forLisa to go before the Examining Magistrate. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. No--no! It can't be!

SOPHIA KARÉNINA. Oh, that horrible man!

KARÉNIN. So it was all a lie!

LISA (with a cry of rage). Oh! I hate him so! Victor!--Fédya!--My God!I don't know what I'm saying. I don't know what I'm saying. 

 [Sinks in chair down R. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (rising). He's not really alive?

 [Lights dim and out. 

CURTAIN

SCENE III

The room of the examining magistrate, who sits at a table talking toMÉLNIKOV, a smartly dressed, languid, man-about-town. 

At a side-table a CLERK is sorting papers. 

MAGISTRATE. (sitting R. Of table R. C. ). Oh, I never said so. It's herown notion. And now she is reproaching me with it. 

MÉLNIKOV. (sitting C. Back to audience). She's not reproaching you, only her feelings are awfully hurt. 

MAGISTRATE. Are they? Oh, well, tell her I'll come to supper after theperformance. But you'd better wait on. I've rather an interestingcase. (To the CLERK. ) Here, you, show them in. 

Clerk. (sitting C. Facing audience). Both? Excellency. Magistrate. No, only Madame Karénina. 

 [CLERK exits L. I. 

CLERK (calling off stage). Madame Protosova, Madame Protosova. 

MAGISTRATE. Or, to dot my i's, Madame Protosova. 

MÉLNIKOV (starting to go out). Ah, it's the Karénin case. 

MAGISTRATE. Yes, and an ugly one. I'm just beginning theinvestigation. But I assure you it's a first-rate scandal already. Must you go? Well, see you at supper. Good-bye. 

 [Exit MÉLNIKOV, R. 

 [The CLERK shows in LISA; she wears a black dress and veil. 

MAGISTRATE. Please sit down, won't you? (He points to a chair L. C. LISA sits down. ) I am extremely sorry that it's necessary to ask youquestions. 

 [LISA appears very much agitated. MAGISTRATE appears unconcerned and is reading a newspaper as he speaks. 

But please be calm. You needn't answer them unless you wish. Only inthe interest of every one concerned, I advise you to help me reach theentire truth. 

LISA. I've nothing to conceal. 

MAGISTRATE (looking at papers). Let's see. Your name, station, religion. I've got all that. You are accused of contracting a marriagewith another man, knowing your first husband to be alive. 

LISA. But I did not know it. 

MAGISTRATE (continuing). And also you are accused of having persuadedwith bribes your first husband to commit a fraud, a pretended suicide, in order to rid yourself of him. 

LISA. All that's not true. 

MAGISTRATE. Then permit me to ask you these questions: Did you or didyou not send him 1200 rubles in July of last year?

LISA. That was his own money obtained from selling his things, which Isent to him during our separation, while I was waiting for my divorce. 

MAGISTRATE. Just so. Very well. When the police asked you to identifythe corpse, how were you sure it was your husband's?

LISA. Oh, I was so terribly distressed that I couldn't bear to look atthe body. Besides, I felt so sure it was he, and when they asked me, Ijust said yes. 

MAGISTRATE. Very good indeed. I can well understand your distraction, and permit me to observe, Madame, that although servants of the law, we remain human beings, and I beg you to be assured that I sympathizewith your situation. You were bound to a spendthrift, a drunkard, aman whose dissipation caused you infinite misery. 

LISA (interrupting). Please, I loved him. 

MAGISTRATE (tolerantly). Of course. Yet naturally you desired to befree, and you took this simple course without counting theconsequence, which is considered a crime, or bigamy. I understand you, and so will both judges and jury. And it's for this reason, Madam, Iurge you to disclose the entire truth. 

LISA. I've nothing to disclose. I never have lied. (She begins tocry. ) Do you want me any longer?

MAGISTRATE. Yes. I must ask you to remain a few minutes longer. Nomore questions, however. (To the CLERK. ) Show in Victor Karénin. (ToLISA. ) I think you'll find that a comfortable chair. (Sits L. C. )

 [Enter KARÉNIN, stern and solemn. 

Please, sit down. 

KARÉNIN. Thank you. (He remains standing L. U. ) What do you want fromme?

MAGISTRATE. I have to take your deposition. 

KARÉNIN. In what capacity?

MAGISTRATE (smiling). In my capacity of investigating magistrate. Youare here, you know, because you are charged with a crime. 

KARÉNIN. Really? What crime?

MAGISTRATE. Bigamy, since you've married a woman already married. ButI'll put the questions to you in their proper order. Sure you'll notsit down?

KARÉNIN. Quite sure. 

MAGISTRATE (writing). Your name?

KARÉNIN. Victor Karénin. 

MAGISTRATE. Rank?

KARÉNIN. Chamberlain of the Imperial Court. 

MAGISTRATE. Your age?

KARÉNIN. Thirty-eight. 

MAGISTRATE. Religion?

KARÉNIN. Orthodox, and I've never been tried before of any charge. (Pause. ) What else?

MAGISTRATE. Did you know that Fedor Protosov was alive when youmarried his wife?

KARÉNIN. No, we were both convinced that he was drowned. 

MAGISTRATE. All right. And why did you send 1200 rubles to him a fewdays before he simulated death on July 17th?

KARÉNIN. That money was given me by my wife. 

MAGISTRATE (interrupting him). Excuse me, you mean by MadameProtosova. 

KARÉNIN. By my wife to send to her husband. She considered this moneyhis property, and having broken off all relations with him, felt itunjust to withhold it. What else do you want?

MAGISTRATE. I don't want anything, except to do my official duty, andto aid you in doing yours, through causing you to tell me the wholetruth, in order that your innocence be proved. You'd certainly betternot conceal things which are sure to be found out, since Protosov isin such a weakened condition, physically and mentally, that he iscertain to come out with the entire truth as soon as he gets intocourt, so from your point of view I advise. .. . 

KARÉNIN. Please don't advise me, but remain within the limits of yourofficial capacity. Are we at liberty to leave?

 [He goes to LISA who takes his arm. 

MAGISTRATE. Sorry, but it's necessary to detain you. (KARÉNIN looksaround in astonishment. ) No, I've no intention of arresting you, although it might be a quicker way of reaching the truth. I merelywant to take Protosov's deposition in your presence, to confront himwith you, that you may facilitate your chances by proving hisstatements to be false. Kindly sit down. (To CLERK. ) Show in FedorProtosov. 

 [There is a pause. The CLERK shows in FÉDYA in rags, a total wreck. He enters slowly, dragging his feet. He catches sight of his wife, who is bowed in grief. For a moment he is about to take her in his arms--he hesitates--then stands before the MAGISTRATE. 

MAGISTRATE. I shall ask you to answer some questions. 

FÉDYA. (rises, confronting the MAGISTRATE). Ask them. 

MAGISTRATE. Your name?

FÉDYA. You know it. 

MAGISTRATE. Answer my questions exactly, please. 

 [Rapping on his desk. 

FÉDYA (shrugs). Fedor Protosov. 

MAGISTRATE. Your rank, age, religion?

FÉDYA. (silent for a moment). Aren't you ashamed to ask me theseabsurd questions? Ask me what you need to know, only that. 

MAGISTRATE. I shall ask you to take care how you express yourself. 

FÉDYA. Well, since you're not ashamed. My rank, graduate of theUniversity of Moscow; age 40; religion orthodox. What else?

MAGISTRATE. Did Victor Karénin and Elizaveta Andreyevna know you werealive when you left your clothes on the bank of the river anddisappeared?

FÉDYA. Of course not. I really wished to commit suicide. But--however, why should I tell you? The fact's enough. They knew nothingof it. 

MAGISTRATE. You gave a somewhat different account to the policeofficer. How do you explain that?

FÉDYA. Which police officer? Oh yes, the one who arrested me in thatdive. I was drunk, and I lied to him--about what, I don't remember. But I'm not drunk now and I'm telling you the whole truth. They knewnothing; they thought I was dead, and I was glad of it. Everythingwould have stayed all right except for that damned beast Artimiev. Soif any one's guilty, it's I. 

MAGISTRATE. I perceive you wish to be generous. Unfortunately the lawdemands the truth. Come, why did you receive money from them?

 [FÉDYA is silent. 

Why don't you answer me? Do you realize that it will be stated in yourdeposition that the accused refused to answer these questions, andthat will harm (he includes LISA and VICTOR in a gesture) all of you?

 [FÉDYA remains silent. 

Aren't you ashamed of your stubborn refusal to aid these others andyourself by telling the entire truth?

FÉDYA (breaking out passionately). The truth--Oh, God! what do youknow about the truth? Your business is crawling up into a littlepower, that you may use it by tantalizing, morally and physically, people a thousand times better than you. .. . You sit there in your smugauthority torturing people. 

MAGISTRATE. I must ask you----

FÉDYA (interrupts him). Don't ask me for I'll speak as I feel. (Turning to CLERK. ) And you write it down. So for once some humanwords will get into a deposition. 

 [Raising his voice, which ascends to a climax during this speech. 

There were three human beings alive: I, he, and she. 

 [He turns to his wife with a gesture indicating his love for her. He pauses, then proceeds. 

We all bore towards one another a most complex relation. We were allengaged in a spiritual struggle beyond your comprehension: thestruggle between anguish and peace; between falsehood and truth. Suddenly this struggle ended in a way that set us free. Everybody wasat peace. They loved my memory, and I was happy even in my downfall, because I'd done what should have been done, and cleared away my weaklife from interfering with their strong good lives. And yet we're allalive. When suddenly a bastard adventurer appears, who demands that Iabet his filthy scheme. I drive him off as I would a diseased dog, buthe finds you, the defender of public justice, the appointed guardianof morality, to listen to him. And you, who receive on the 20th ofeach month a few kopeks' gratuity for your wretched business, you getinto your uniform, and in good spirits proceed to torture--bullypeople whose threshold you're not clean enough to pass. Then whenyou've had your fill of showing off your wretched power, oh, then youare satisfied, and sit and smile there in your damned complacentdignity. And. .. . 

MAGISTRATE (raising his voice. Rising excitedly). Be silent or I'llhave you turned out. 

FÉDYA. God! Who should I be afraid of! I'm dead, dead, and away out ofyour power. (Suddenly overcome with the horror of the situation. ) Whatcan you do to me? How can you punish me--a corpse?

 [Beating his breast. 

MAGISTRATE. Be silent! (To CLERK, who is down L. ) Take him out!

 [FÉDYA turns, seeing his wife, he falls on his knees before her . .. Kisses the hem of her dress, crying bitterly. 

 [Slowly he rises, pulls himself together with a great effort, then exits L. 

 [The lights dim and out. 

CURTAIN

SCENE IV

A corridor at the lower courts; in the background a door oppositewhich stands a GUARD; to the right is another door through which thePRISONERS are conducted to the court. IVÁN PETROVICH in rags entersL. , goes to this last door, trying to pass through it. 

GUARD (at door R. C. ). Where do you think you're going, shoving inlike that?

IVÁN PETROVICH. Why shouldn't I? The law says these sessions arepublic. 

GUARD. You can't get by and that's enough. 

IVÁN PETROVICH (in pity). Wretched peasant, you have no idea to whomyou are speaking. 

GUARD. Be silent!

 [Enter a YOUNG LAWYER from R. I. 

LAWYER (to Petrovich). Are you here on business?

IVÁN PETROVICH. No. I'm the public. But this wretched peasant won'tlet me pass. 

LAWYER. There's no room for the public at this trial. 

IVÁN PETROVICH. Perhaps, but I am above the general rule. 

LAWYER. Well, you wait outside; they'll adjourn presently. 

 [He is just going into courtroom through door R. C. When PRINCE SERGIUS enters L. And stops him. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. How does the case stand?

LAWYER. The defense has just begun. Petrúshin is speaking now. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. Are the Karénins bearing up well?

LAWYER. Yes, with extraordinary dignity. They look as if they were thejudges instead of the accused. That's felt all the way through, andPETRÚSHIN is taking advantage of it. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. What of Protosov?

LAWYER. He's frightfully unnerved, trembling all over, but that'snatural considering the sort of life he's led. Yes, he's all on edge, and he's interrupted, both judge and jury several times already. 

PRINCE SERGIUS. How do you think it will end?

LAWYER. Hard to say. The jury are mixed. At any rate I don't thinkthey'll find the Karénins guilty of premeditation. Do you want to goin?

PRINCE SERGIUS. I should very much like to. 

LAWYER. Excuse me, you're Prince Sergius Abréskov, aren't you? (To thePrince. ) There's an empty chair just at the left. 

 [The guard lets PRINCE SERGIUS pass. 

IVÁN PETROVICH. Prince! Bah! I am an aristocrat of the soul, andthat's a higher title. 

LAWYER. Excuse me. 

 [And exits down R. C. Into courtroom. 

 [PETUSHKÓV, FÉDYA'S companion in the dive, enters approaching IVÁN PETROVICH. 

PETUSHKÓV (R. ). Oh, there you are. Well, how're things going?

IVÁN PETROVICH (L. ). The speeches for the defense have begun, but thisignorant rascal won't let us in. Curse his damned petty soul. 

GUARD (C. ) Silence! Where do you think you are?

 [Further applause is heard; door of the court opens, and there is a rush of lawyers and the general public into the corridor. 

A LADY. Oh, it's simply wonderful! When he spoke I felt as if my heartwere breaking. 

AN OFFICER. It's all far better than a novel. But I don't see how shecould ever have loved him. Such a sinister, horrible figure. 

 [The other door opens over L. ; the accused comes out. 

THE LADY (this group is down R. ). Hush! There he is. See how wild helooks. 

FÉDYA (seeing IVÁN PETROVICH). Did you bring it?

 [Goes to PETROVICH. 

PETROVICH. There. 

 [He hands FÉDYA something; FÉDYA hides it in his pocket. 

FÉDYA (seeing PETUSHKÓV). How foolish! How vulgar and how boring allthis is, isn't it?

 [Men and women enter door L. And stand down L. Watching. 

 [Enter PETRÚSHIN, from R. C. , FÉDYA'S counsel, a stout man with red cheeks; very animated. 

PETRÚSHIN (rubbing his hands). Well, well, my friend. It's going alongsplendidly. Only remember, don't go and spoil things for me in yourlast speech. 

FÉDYA (takes him by the arm). Tell me, what'll the worst be?

PETRÚSHIN. I've already told you. Exile to Siberia. 

FÉDYA. Who'll be exiled to Siberia?

PETRÚSHIN. You and your wife, naturally. 

FÉDYA. And at the best?

PETRÚSHIN. Religious pardon and the annulment of the second marriage. 

FÉDYA. You mean--that we should be bound again--to one another----

PETRÚSHIN. Yes. Only try to collect yourself. Keep up your courage. After all, there's no occasion for alarm. 

FÉDYA. There couldn't be any other sentence, you're sure?

PETRÚSHIN. None other. None other. 

 [Exits R. I. FÉDYA stands motionless. 

GUARD (crosses and exits L. I. Calling). Pass on. Pass on. Noloitering in the corridor. 

 [VICTOR and LISA enter from door L. Start to go off L. When pistol shot stops them. 

FÉDYA (He turns his back to the audience, and from beneath his raggedcoat shoots himself in the heart. There is a muffled explosion, smoke. He crumples up in a heap on the floor. All the people in the passagerush to him. ) (In a very low voice. ) This time--it's well done. .. Lisa. .. . 

 [People are crowding in from all the doors, judges, etc. LISA rushes to FÉDYA, KARÉNIN, IVÁN PETROVICH and PRINCE SERGIUS follow. 

LISA. Fédya!. .. Fédya!. .. What have you done? Oh why!. .. Why!. .. 

FÉDYA. Forgive me---- No other way---- Not for you--but for myself----

LISA. You will live. You must live. 

FÉDYA. No--no---- Good-bye---- (He seems to smile, then he muttersjust under his breath. ) Masha. 

 [In the distance the gypsies are heard singing "No More at Evening. " They sing until the curtain. 

You're too late----

 [Suddenly he raises his head from LISA'S knees, and barely utters as if he saw something in front of him. 

Ah. .. . Happiness!. .. 

 [His head falls from LISA'S knees to the ground. She still clings to it, in grief and horror. He dies. 

 [The lights dim and out. 

CURTAIN

END OF _REDEMPTION_

* * * * *

THE POWER OF DARKNESS

OR

IF A CLAW IS CAUGHT THE BIRD IS LOST

CHARACTERS

PETER IGNÁTITCH. A well-to-do peasant, 42 years old, married for thesecond time, and sickly. 

ANÍSYA. His wife, 32 years old, fond of dress. 

AKOULÍNA. Peter's daughter by his first marriage, 16 years old, hardof hearing, mentally undeveloped. 

NAN (ANNA PETRÓVNA). His daughter by his second marriage, 10 years old

NIKÍTA. Their laborer, 25 years old, fond of dress. 

AKÍM. Nikíta's father, 50 years old, a plain-looking, God-fearingpeasant. 

MATRYÓNA. His wife and Nikíta's mother, 50 years old. 

MARÍNA An orphan girl, 22 years old. 

MARTHA. Peter's sister. 

MÍTRITCH An old laborer, ex-soldier. 

SIMON. Marína's husband. 

BRIDEGROOM. Engaged to Akoulína. 

IVÁN. His father. 

A NEIGHBOR. 

FIRST GIRL. 

SECOND GIRL. 

POLICE OFFICER. 

DRIVER. 

BEST MAN

MATCHMAKER. 

VILLAGE ELDER. 

VISITORS, WOMEN, GIRLS, AND PEOPLE come to see the wedding

N. B. --The "oven" mentioned is the usual large, brick, Russianbaking-oven. The top of it outside is flat, so that more than oneperson can lie on it. 

ACT I

The Act takes place in autumn in a large village. The Scene representsPETER'S roomy hut. PETER is sitting on a wooden bench, mending ahorse-collar. ANÍSYA and AKOULÍNA are spinning, and singing apart-song. 

PETER (looking out of the window). The horses have got loose again. Ifwe don't look out they'll be killing the colt. Nikíta! Hey, Nikíta! Isthe fellow deaf? (Listens. To the women. ) Shut up, one can't hearanything. 

NIKÍTA (from outside). What?

PETER. Drive the horses in. 

NIKÍTA. We'll drive 'em in. All in good time. 

PETER (shaking his head). Ah, these laborers! If I were well, I'd notkeep one on no account. There's nothing but bother with 'em. (Risesand sits down again. ) Nikíta!. .. . It's no good shouting. One of you'dbetter go. Go, Akoúl, drive 'em in. 

AKOULÍNA. What? The horses?

PETER. What else?

AKOULÍNA. All right. 

 [Exit. 

PETER. Ah, but he's a loafer, that lad . .. No good at all. Won't stira finger if he can help it. 

ANÍSYA. You're so mighty brisk yourself. When you're not sprawling onthe top of the oven you're squatting on the bench. To goad others towork is all you're fit for. 

PETER. If one weren't to goad you on a bit, one'd have no roof leftover one's head before the year's out. Oh, what people!

ANÍSYA. You go shoving a dozen jobs on to one's shoulders, and then donothing but scold. It's easy to lie on the oven and give orders. 

PETER (sighing). Oh, if 'twere not for this sickness that's got holdof me, I'd not keep him on another day. 

AKOULÍNA (off the scene). Gee up, gee, woo. 

 [A colt neighs, the stamping of horses' feet and the creaking of the gate are heard. 

PETER. Bragging, that's what he's good at. I'd like to sack him, Iwould indeed. 

ANÍSYA (mimicking him). "Like to sack him. " You buckle to yourself, and then talk. 

AKOULÍNA (enters). It's all I could do to drive 'em in. That piebaldalways will. .. . 

PETER. And where's Nikíta?

AKOULÍNA. Where's Nikíta? Why, standing out there in the street. 

PETER. What's he standing there for?

AKOULÍNA. What's he standing there for? He stands there jabbering. 

PETER. One can't get any sense out of her! Who's he jabbering with?

AKOULÍNA (does not hear). Eh, what?

 [PETER waves her off. She sits down to her spinning. 

NAN (running in to her mother). Nikíta's father and mother have come. They're going to take him away. It's true!

ANÍSYA. Nonsense!

NAN. Yes. Blest if they're not! (Laughing. ) I was just going by, andNikíta, he says, "Good-bye, Anna Petróvna, " he says, "you must comeand dance at my wedding. I'm leaving you, " he says, and laughs. 

ANÍSYA (to her husband). There now. Much he cares. You see, he wantsto leave of himself. "Sack him" indeed!

PETER. Well, let him go. Just as if I couldn't find somebody else. 

ANÍSYA. And what about the money he's had in advance?

 [NAN stands listening at the door for awhile, and then exit. 

PETER (frowning). The money? Well, he can work it off in summer, anyhow. 

ANÍSYA. Well, of course you'll be glad if he goes and you've not gotto feed him. It's only me as'll have to work like a horse all thewinter. That lass of yours isn't over fond of work either. And you'llbe lying up on the oven. I know you. 

PETER. What's the good of wearing out one's tongue before one has thehang of the matter?

ANÍSYA. The yard's full of cattle. You've not sold the cow, and havekept all the sheep for the winter: feeding and watering 'em alonetakes all one's time, and you want to sack the laborer. But I tell youstraight, I'm not going to do a man's work! I'll go and lie on the topof the oven same as you, and let everything go to pot! You may do whatyou like. 

PETER (to Akoulína). Go and see about the feeding, will you? it'stime. 

AKOULÍNA. The feeding? All right. 

 [Puts on a coat and takes a rope. 

ANÍSYA. I'm not going to work for you. You go and work yourself. I'vehad enough of it, so there!

PETER. That'll do. What are you raving about? Like a sheep with thestaggers!

ANÍSYA. You're a crazy cur, you are! One gets neither work norpleasure from you. Eating your fill, that's all you do; you palsiedcur, you!

PETER (spits and puts on coat). Faugh! The Lord have mercy! I'd bettergo myself and see what's up. 

 [Exit. 

ANÍSYA (after him). Scurvy long-nosed devil!

AKOULÍNA. What are you swearing at dad for?

ANÍSYA. Hold your noise, you idiot!

AKOULÍNA (going to the door). I know why you're swearing at him. You're an idiot yourself, you bitch. I'm not afraid of you. 

ANÍSYA. What do you mean? (Jumps up and looks round for something tohit her with. ) Mind, or I'll give you one with the poker. 

AKOULÍNA (opening the door). Bitch! devil! that's what you are! Devil!bitch! bitch! devil!

 [Runs off. 

ANÍSYA (ponders). "Come and dance at my wedding!" What new plan isthis? Marry? Mind. Nikíta, if that's your intention, I'll go and. .. . No, I can't live without him. I won't let him go. 

NIKÍTA (enters, looks round, and, seeing Anísya alone, approachesquickly. In a low tone). Here's a go; I'm in a regular fix! Thatgovernor of mine wants to take me away, --tells me I'm to come home. Says quite straight I'm to marry and live at home. 

ANÍSYA. Well, go and marry! What's that to me?

NIKÍTA. Is that it? Why, here am I reckoning how best to considermatters, and just hear her! She tells me to go and marry. Why's that?(Winking. ) Has she forgotten?

ANÍSYA. Yes, go and marry! What do I care?

NIKÍTA. What are you spitting for? Just see, she won't even let mestroke her. .. . What's the matter?

ANÍSYA. This! That you want to play me false. .. . If you do, --why, Idon't want you either. So now you know!

NIKÍTA. That'll do, Anísya. Do you think I'll forget you? Never whileI live! I'll not play you false, that's flat. I've been thinking thatsupposing they do go and make me marry, I'd still come back to you. Ifonly he don't make me live at home. 

ANÍSYA. Much need I'll have of you, once you're married. 

NIKÍTA. There's a go now. How is it possible to go against one'sfather's will?

ANÍSYA. Yes, I daresay, shove it all on your father. You know it'syour own doing. You've long been plotting with that slut of yours, MARÍNA. It's she has put you up to it. She didn't come here fornothing t'other day. 

NIKÍTA. Marína? What's she to me? Much I care about her!. .. Plenty ofthem buzzing around. 

ANÍSYA. Then what has made your father come here? It's you have toldhim to. You've gone and deceived me. 

 [Cries. 

NIKÍTA. Anísya, do you believe in a God or not? I never so much asdreamt of it. I know nothing at all about it. I never even dreamt ofit--that's flat. My old dad has got it all out of his own pate. 

ANÍSYA. If you don't wish it yourself who can force you? He can'tdrive you like an ass. 

NIKÍTA. Well, I reckon it's not possible to go against one's parent. But it's not by my wish. 

ANÍSYA. Don't you budge, that's all about it!

NIKÍTA. There was a fellow wouldn't budge, and the village elder gavehim such a hiding. .. . That's what it might come to! I've no great wishfor that sort of thing. They say it touches one up. .. . 

ANÍSYA. Shut up with your nonsense. Nikíta, listen to me: if you marrythat Marína I don't know what I won't do to myself. .. . I shall layhands on myself! I have sinned, I have gone against the law, but Ican't go back now. If you go away I'll. .. . 

NIKÍTA. Why should I go? Had I wanted to go--I should have gone longago. There was Iván Semyónitch t'other day--offered me a place as hiscoachman. .. . Only fancy what a life that would have been! But I didnot go. Because, I reckon, I am good enough for any one. Now if youdid not love me it would be a different matter. 

ANÍSYA. Yes, and that's what you should remember. My old man will dieone of these fine days, I'm thinking; then we could cover our sin, make it all right and lawful, and then you'll be master here. 

NIKÍTA. Where's the good of making plans? What do I care? I work ashard as if I were doing it for myself. My master loves me, and hismissus loves me. And if the wenches run after me, it's not my fault, that's flat. 

ANÍSYA. And you'll love me?

NIKÍTA (embracing her). There, as you have ever been in my heart. .. . 

MATRYÓNA (enters and crosses herself a long time before the icón. NIKÍTA and ANÍSYA step apart). What I saw I didn't perceive, what Iheard, I didn't hearken to. Playing with the lass, eh? Well, --even acalf will play. Why shouldn't one have some fun when one's young? Butyour master is out in the yard a-calling you, sonny. 

NIKÍTA. I only came to get the axe. 

MATRYÓNA. I know, sonny, I know; them sort of axes are mostly to befound where the women are. 

NIKÍTA (stooping to pick up axe). I say, mother, is it true you wantme to marry? As I reckon, that's quite unnecessary. Besides, I've gotno wish that way. 

MATRYÓNA. Eh, honey! why should you marry? Go on as you are. It's allthe old man. You'd better go, sonny; we can talk these matters overwithout you. 

NIKÍTA. It's a queer go! One moment I'm to be married, the next, not. I can't make head or tail of it. 

 [Exit. 

ANÍSYA. What's it all about, then? Do you really wish him to getmarried?

MATRYÓNA. Eh, why should he marry, my jewel? It's all nonsense, all myold man's drivel. "Marry, marry. " But he's reckoning without his host. You know the saying, "From oats and hay, why should horses stray?"When you've enough to spare, why look elsewhere? And so in this case. (Winks. ) Don't I see which way the wind blows?

ANÍSYA. Where's the good of my pretending to you, Mother Matryóna? Youknow all about it. I have sinned. I love your son. 

MATRYÓNA. Dear me, here's news! D'you think Mother Matryóna didn'tknow? Eh, lassie, --Mother Matryóna's been ground, and ground again, ground fine! This much I can tell you, my jewel: Mother Matryóna cansee through a brick wall three feet thick. I know it all, my jewel! Iknow what young wives need sleeping draughts for, so I've brought somealong. 

 [Unties a knot in her handkerchief and brings out paper-packets. 

As much as is wanted, I see, and what's not wanted I neither see norperceive! There! Mother Matryóna has also been young. I had to know athing or two to live with my old fool. I know seventy-and-sevendodges. But I see your old man's quite seedy, quite seedy! How's oneto live with such as him? Why, if you pricked him with a hayfork itwouldn't fetch blood. See if you don't bury him before the spring. Then you'll need some one in the house. Well, what's wrong with myson? He'll do as well as another. Then where's the advantage of mytaking him away from a good place? Am I my child's enemy?

ANÍSYA. Oh, if only he does not go away!

MATRYÓNA. He won't go away, birdie. It's all nonsense. You know my oldman. His wits are always wool-gathering; yet sometimes he takes athing into his pate, and it's as if it were wedged in, you can't knockit out with a hammer. 

ANÍSYA. And what started this business?

MATRYÓNA. Well, you see, my jewel, you yourself know what a fellowwith women the lad is, --and he's handsome too, though I say it asshouldn't. Well, you know, he was living at the railway, and they hadan orphan wench there to cook for them. Well, that same wench took torunning after him. 

ANÍSYA. Marína?

MATRYÓNA. Yes, the plague seize her! Whether anything happened or not, anyhow something got to my old man's ears. Maybe he heard from theneighbors, maybe she's been and blabbed. .. . 

ANÍSYA. Well, she is a bold hussy!

MATRYÓNA. So my old man--the old blockhead--off he goes: "Marry, marry, " he says, "he must marry her and cover the sin, " he says. "Wemust take the lad home, " he says, "and he shall marry, " he says. Well, I did my best to make him change his mind, but, dear me, no. So, allright, thinks I, --I'll try another dodge. One always has to enticethem fools in this way, just pretend to be of their mind, and when itcomes to the point one goes and turns it all one's own way. You know, a woman has time to think seventy-and-seven thoughts while falling offthe oven, so how's such as he to see through it? "Well, yes, " says I, "it would be a good job, --only we must consider well beforehand. Whynot go and see our son, and talk it over with Peter Ignátitch and hearwhat he has to say?" So here we are. 

ANÍSYA. Oh dear, oh dear, how will it all end? Supposing his fatherjust orders him to marry her?

MATRYÓNA. Orders, indeed! Chuck his orders to the dogs! Don't youworry; that affair will never come off. I'll go to your old manmyself, and sift and strain this matter clear--there will be none ofit left. I have come here only for the look of the thing. A verylikely thing! Here's my son living in happiness and expectinghappiness, and I'll go and match him with a slut! No fear, I'm not afool!

ANÍSYA. And she--this Marína--came dangling after him here! Mother, would you believe, when they said he was going to marry, it was as ifa knife had gone right through my heart. I thought he cared for her. 

MATRYÓNA. Oh, my jewel! Why, you don't think him such a fool, that heshould go and care for a homeless baggage like that? Nikíta is asensible fellow, you see. He knows whom to love. So don't you go andfret, my jewel. We'll not take him away, and we won't marry him. No, we'll let him stay on, if you'll only oblige us with a little money. 

ANÍSYA. All I know is, that I could not live if Nikíta went away. 

MATRYÓNA. Naturally, when one's young it's no easy matter! You, awench in full bloom, to be living with the dregs of a man like thathusband of yours. 

ANÍSYA. Mother Matryóna, would you believe it? I'm that sick of him, that sick of this long-nosed cur of mine, I can hardly bear to look athim. 

MATRYÓNA. Yes, I see, it's one of them cases. Just look here. (Looksround and whispers. ) I've been to see that old man, you know he'sgiven me simples of two kinds. This, you see, is a sleeping draught. "Just give him one of these powders, " he says, "and he'll sleep sosound you might jump on him!" And this here, "This is that kind ofsimple, " he says, "that if you give one some of it to drink it has nosmell whatever, but its strength is very great. There are seven doseshere, a pinch at a time. Give him seven pinches, " he says, "and shewon't have far to look for freedom, " he says. 

ANÍSYA. O-o-oh! What's that?

MATRYÓNA. "No sign whatever, " he says. He's taken a rouble for it. "Can't sell it for less, " he says. Because it's no easy matter to get'em, you know. I paid him, dearie, out of my own money. If she takesthem, thinks I, it's all right; if she don't, I can let old Michael'sdaughter have them. 

ANÍSYA. O-o-oh! But mayn't some evil come of them? I'm frightened!

MATRYÓNA. What evil, my jewel? If your old man was hale and hearty, 'twould be a different matter, but he's neither alive nor dead as itis. He's not for this world. Such things often happen. 

ANÍSYA. O-o-oh, my poor head! I'm afeared, Mother Matryóna, lest someevil come of them. No. That won't do. 

MATRYÓNA. Just as you like. I might even return them to him. 

ANÍSYA. And are they to be used in the same way as the others? Mixedin water?

MATRYÓNA. Better in tea, he says. "You can't notice anything, " he says, "no smell nor nothing. " He's a cute old fellow, too. 

ANÍSYA (taking the powder). O-oh, my poor head! Could I have everthought of such a thing if my life were not a very hell?

MATRYÓNA. You'll not forget that rouble? I promised to take it to theold man. He's had some trouble, too. 

ANÍSYA. Of course?

 [Goes to her box and hides the powders. 

MATRYÓNA. And now, my jewel, keep it as close as you can, so that noone should find it out. Heaven defend that it should happen, but ifany one notices it, tell 'em it's for the black-beetles. (Takes therouble. ) It's also used for beetles. (Stops short. )

 [Enter AKÍM, who crosses himself in front of the icon, and then PETER, who sits down. 

PETER. Well, then, how's it to be, Daddy Akím?

AKÍM. As it's best, Peter Ignátitch, as it's best. .. . I mean--as it'sbest. 'Cos why? I'm afeared of what d'you call 'ems, some tomfoolery, you know. I'd like to, what d'you call it. .. . To start, you know, start the lad honest, I mean. But supposing you'd rather, what d'youcall it, we might, I mean, what's name? As it's best. .. . 

PETER. All right. All right. Sit down and let's talk it over. (Akímsits down. ) Well, then, what's it all about? You want him to marry?

MATRYÓNA. As to marrying, he might bide a while, Peter Ignátitch. Youknow our poverty, Peter Ignátitch. What's he to marry on? We've hardlyenough to eat ourselves. How can he marry then?. .. 

PETER. You must consider what will be best. 

MATRYÓNA. Where's the hurry for him to get married? Marriage is notthat sort of thing, it's not like ripe raspberries that drop off ifnot picked in time. 

PETER. If he were to get married, 'twould be a good thing in a way. 

AKÍM. We'd like to . .. What d'you call it? 'Cos why, you see. I'vewhat d'you call it . .. A job. I mean, I've found a paying job in town, you know. 

MATRYÓNA. And a fine job too--cleaning out cesspools. The other daywhen he came home, I could do nothing but spew and spew. Faugh!

AKÍM. It's true, at first it does seem what d'you call it . .. "knocksone clean over, " you know, --the smell, I mean. But one gets used toit, and then it's nothing, no worse than malt grain, and then it's, what d'you call it, . .. Pays, pays, I mean. And as to the smell being, what d'you call it, it's not for the likes of us to complain. And onechanges one's clothes. So we'd like to take what's his name . .. NIKÍTA, I mean, home. Let him manage things at home while I, whatd'you call it, --earn something in town. 

PETER. You want to keep your son at home? Yes, that would be well: buthow about the money he has had in advance?

AKÍM. That's it, that's it! It's just as you Say, Ignátitch, it's justwhat d'you call it. 'Cos why? If you go into service, it's as good asif you had sold yourself, they say. That will be all right. I mean hemay stay and serve his time, only he must, what d'you call it, getmarried. I mean--so: you let him off for a little while, that he may, what d'you call it?

PETER. Yes, we could manage that. 

MATRYÓNA. Ah, but it's not yet settled between ourselves, PeterIgnátitch. I'll speak to you as I would before God, and you may judgebetween my old man and me. He goes on harping on that marriage. Butjust ask--who it is he wants him to marry. If it were a girl of theright sort now--I am not my child's enemy, but the wench is nothonest. 

AKÍM. No, that's wrong! Wrong, I say. 'Cos why? She, that same girl--it's my son as has offended, offended the girl I mean. 

PETER. How offended?

AKÍM. That's how. She's what d'you call it, with him, with my son, NIKÍTA. With Nikíta, what d'you call it, mean. 

MATRYÓNA. You wait a bit, my tongue runs smoother--let me tell it. Youknow, this lad of ours lived at the railway before he came to you. There was a girl there as kept dangling after him. A girl of noaccount, you know; her name's Marína. She used to cook for the men. Sonow this same girl accuses our son, Nikíta, that he, so to say, deceived her. 

PETER. Well, there's nothing good in that. 

MATRYÓNA. But she's no honest girl herself; she runs after the fellowslike a common slut. 

AKÍM. There you are again, old woman, and it's not at all what d'youcall it, it's all not what d'you call it, I mean. .. . 

MATRYÓNA. There now, that's all the sense one gets from my old owl--"what d'you call it, what d'you call it, " and he doesn't know himselfwhat he means. Peter Ignátitch, don't listen to me, but go yourselfand ask any one you like about the girl, everybody will say the same. She's just a homeless good-for-nothing. 

PETER. You know, Daddy Akím, if that's how things are, there's noreason for him to marry her. A daughter-in-law's not like a shoe, youcan't kick her off. 

AKÍM (excitedly). It's false, old woman, it's what d'you call it, false; I mean, about the girl; false! 'Cos why? The lass is a goodlass, a very good lass, you know. I'm sorry, sorry for the lassie, Imean. 

MATRYÓNA. It's an old saying: "For the wide world old Miriam grieves, and at home without bread her children she leaves. " He's sorry for thegirl, but not sorry for his own son! Sling her round your neck andcarry her about with you! That's enough of such empty cackle!

AKÍM. No, it's not empty. 

MATRYÓNA. There, don't interrupt, let me have my say. 

AKÍM (interrupts). No, not empty! I mean, you twist things your ownway, about the lass or about yourself. Twist them, I mean, to make itbetter for yourself; but God, what d'you call it, turns them His way. That's how it is. 

MATRYÓNA. Eh! One only wears out one's tongue with you. 

AKÍM. The lass is hard-working and spruce, and keeps everything roundherself . .. What d'you call it. And in our poverty, you know, it's apair of hands, I mean; and the wedding needn't cost much. But thechief thing's the offence, the offence to the lass, and she's a whatd'you call it, an orphan, you know; that's what she is, and there'sthe offence. 

MATRYÓNA. Eh! they'll all tell you a tale of that sort. .. . 

ANÍSYA. Daddy Akím, you'd better listen to us women; we can tell you athing or two. 

AKÍM. And God, how about God? Isn't she a human being, the lass? Awhat d'you call it, --also a human being I mean, before God. And how doyou look at it?

MATRYÓNA. Eh! . .. Started off again?. .. 

PETER. Wait a bit, Daddy Akím. One can't believe all these girls say, either. The lad's alive, and not far away; send for him, and find outstraight from him if it's true. He won't wish to lose his soul. Go andcall the fellow, (Anísya rises) and tell him his father wants him. 

 [Exit ANÍSYA. 

MATRYÓNA. That's right, dear friend; you've cleared the way clean, aswith water. Yes, let the lad speak for himself. Nowadays, you know, they'll not let you force a son to marry; one must first of all askthe lad. He'll never consent to marry her and disgrace himself, notfor all the world. To my thinking, it's best he should go on livingwith you and serving you as his master. And we need not take him homefor the summer either; we can hire a help. If you would only give usten roubles now, we'll let him stay on. Peter. All in good time. Firstlet us settle one thing before we start another. Akím. You see, PeterIgnátitch, I speak. 'Cos why? you know how it happens. We try to fixthings up as seems best for ourselves, you know; and as to God, wewhat d'you call it, we forget Him. We think it's best so, turn it ourown way, and lo! we've got into a fix, you know. We think it will bebest, I mean; and lo! it turns out much worse--without God, I mean. 

PETER. Of course one must not forget God. 

AKÍM. It turns out worse! But when it's the right way--God's way--itwhat d'you call it, it gives one joy; seems pleasant, I mean. So Ireckon, you see, get him, the lad, I mean, get him to marry her, tokeep him from sin, I mean, and let him what d'you call it at home, asit's lawful, I mean, while I go and get the job in town. The work isof the right sort--it's payin', I mean. And in God's sight it's whatd'you call it--it's best, I mean. Ain't she an orphan? Here, forexample, a year ago some fellows went and took timber from thesteward, --thought they'd do the steward, you know. Yes, they did thesteward, but they couldn't what d'you call it--do God, I mean. Well, and so. .. . 

 [Enter NIKÍTA and NAN. 

NIKÍTA. You called me?

 [Sits down and takes out his tobacco-pouch. 

PETER (in a low, reproachful voice). What are you thinking about--haveyou no manners? Your father is going to speak to you, and you sit downand fool about with tobacco. Come, get up!

 [NIKÍTA rises, leans carelessly with his elbow on the table, andsmiles. 

AKÍM. It seems there's a complaint, you know, about you, Nikíta--acomplaint, I mean, a complaint. 

NIKÍTA. Who's been complaining?

AKÍM. Complaining? It's a maid, an orphan maid, complaining, I mean. It's her, you know--a complaint against you, from Marína, I mean. 

NIKÍTA (laughs). Well, that's a good one. What's the complaint? Andwho's told you--she herself?

AKÍM. It's I am asking you, and you must now, what d'you call it, giveme an answer. Have you got mixed up with the lass, I mean--mixed up, you know?

NIKÍTA. I don't know what you mean. What's up?

AKÍM. Foolin', I mean, what d'you call it? foolin'. Have you beenfoolin' with her, I mean?

NIKÍTA. Never mind what's been! Of course one does have some fun witha cook now and then to while away the time. One plays the concertinaand gets her to dance. What of that?

PETER. Don't shuffle, Nikíta, but answer your father straight out. 

AKÍM (solemnly). You can hide it from men but not from God, Nikíta. You, what d'you call it--think, I mean, and don't tell lies. She's anorphan; so, you see, any one is free to insult her. An orphan, yousee. So you should say what's rightest. 

NIKÍTA. But what if I have nothing to say? I have told you everything--because there isn't anything to tell, that's flat! (Getting excited. )She can go and say anything about me, same as if she was speaking ofone as is dead. Why don't she say anything about Fédka Mikíshin?Besides, how's this, that one mayn't even have a bit of fun nowadays?And as for her, well, she's free to say anything she likes. 

AKÍM. Ah, Nikíta, mind! A lie will out. Did anything happen?

NIKÍTA (aside). How he sticks to it; it's too bad. (To Akím. ) I tellyou, I know nothing more. There's been nothing between us. (Angrily. )By God! and may I never leave this spot (crosses himself) if I knowanything about it. (Silence. Then still more excitedly. ) Why! have youbeen thinking of getting me to marry her? What do you mean by it?--it's a confounded shame. Besides, nowadays you've got no such rightsas to force a fellow to marry. That's plain enough. Besides, haven't Isworn I know nothing about it?

MATRYÓNA (to her husband). There now, that's just like your sillypate, to believe all they tell you. He's gone and put the lad to shameall for nothing. The best thing is to let him live as he is living, with his master. His master will help us in our present need, and giveus ten roubles, and when the time comes. .. . 

PETER. Well, Daddy Akím, how's it to be?

AKÍM (looks at his son, clicking his tongue disapprovingly). Mind, Nikíta, the tears of one that's been wronged never, what d'you callit--never fall beside the mark but always on, what's name--the head ofthe man as did the wrong. So mind, don't what d'you call it. 

NIKÍTA (sits down). What's there to mind? mind yourself. 

NAN (aside). I must run and tell mother. 

 [Exit. 

MATRYÓNA (to Peter). That's always the way with this old mumbler ofmine, Peter Ignátitch. Once he's got anything wedged in his patethere's no knocking it out. We've gone and troubled you all fornothing. The lad can go on living as he has been. Keep him; he's yourservant. 

PETER. Well, Daddy Akím, what do you say?

AKÍM. Why, the lad's his own master, if only he what d'you call it. .. . I only wish that, what d'you call it, I mean. 

MATRYÓNA. You don't know yourself what you're jawing about. The ladhimself has no wish to leave. Besides, what do we want with him athome? We can manage without him. 

PETER. Only one thing, Daddy Akím--if you are thinking of taking himback in summer, I don't want him here for the winter. If he is to stayat all, it must be for the whole year. 

MATRYÓNA. And it's for a year he'll bind himself. If we want help whenthe press of work comes, we can hire help, and the lad shall remainwith you. Only give us ten roubles now. .. . 

PETER. Well then, is it to be for another year?

AKÍM (sighing). Yes, it seems, it what d'you call it . .. If it's so, Imean, it seems that it must be what d'you call it. 

MATRYÓNA. For a year, counting from St. Dimítry's day. We know you'llpay him fair wages. But give us ten roubles now. Help us out of ourdifficulties. (Gets up and bows to Peter. )

 [Enter NAN and ANÍSYA. The latter sits down at one side. 

PETER. Well, if that's settled we might step across to the inn andhave a drink. Come, Daddy Akím, what do you say to a glass of vódka?

AKÍM. No, I never drink that sort of thing. 

PETER. Well, you'll have some tea?

AKÍM. Ah, tea! yes, I do sin that way. Yes, tea's the thing. 

PETER. And the women will also have some tea. Come. And you, Nikíta, go and drive the sheep in and clear away the straw. 

NIKÍTA. All right. (Exeunt all but NIKÍTA. NIKÍTA lights a cigarette. It grows darker. ) Just see how they bother one. Want a fellow to tell'em how he larks about with the wenches! It would take long to tell'em all those stories--"Marry her, " he says. Marry them all! One wouldhave a good lot of wives! And what need have I to marry? Am as good asmarried now! There's many a chap as envies me. Yet how strange it feltwhen I crossed myself before the icón. It was just as if some oneshoved me. The whole web fell to pieces at once. They say it'sfrightening to swear what's not true. That's all humbug. It's alltalk, that is. It's simple enough. 

AKOULÍNA (enters with a rope, which she puts down. She takes off heroutdoor things and goes into closet). You might at least have got alight. 

NIKÍTA. What, to look at you? I can see you well enough without. 

AKOULÍNA. Oh, bother you!

 [NAN enters and whispers to NIKÍTA. 

NAN. Nikíta, there's a person wants you. There is!

NIKÍTA. What person?

NAN. Marína from the railway; she's out there, round the corner. 

NIKÍTA. Nonsense!

NAN. Blest if she isn't! Nikíta. What does she want?

NAN. She wants you to come out. She says, "I only want to say a wordto Nikíta. " I began asking, but she won't tell, but only says, "Is ittrue he's leaving you?" And I say, "No, only his father wanted to takehim away and get him to marry, but he won't, and is going to stay withus another year. " And she says, "For goodness' sake send him out tome. I must see him, " she says, "I must say a word to him somehow. "She's been waiting a long time. Why don't you go?

NIKÍTA. Bother her! What should I go for?

NAN. She says, "If he don't come, I'll go into the hut to him. " Blestif she didn't say she'd come in!

NIKÍTA. Not likely. She'll wait a bit and then go away. 

NAN. "Or is it, " she says, "that they want him to marry Akoulína?"

 [Re-enter AKOULÍNA, passing near NIKÍTA to take her distaff. 

AKOULÍNA. Marry whom to Akoulína?

NAN. Why, Nikíta. Akoulína. A likely thing! Who says it?

NIKÍTA (looks at her and laughs). It seems people do say it. Would youmarry me, Akoulína?

AKOULÍNA. Who, you? Perhaps I might have afore, but I won't now. 

NIKÍTA. And why not now? Akoulína. 'Cos you wouldn't love me. 

NIKÍTA. Why not? Akoulína. 'Cos you'd be forbidden to. 

 [Laughs. 

NIKÍTA. Who'd forbid it?

AKOULÍNA. Who? My step-mother. She does nothing but grumble, and isalways staring at you. 

NIKÍTA (laughing). Just hear her! Ain't she cute?

AKOULÍNA. Who? Me? What's there to be cute about? Am I blind? She'sbeen rowing and rowing at dad all day. The fat-muzzled witch!

 [Goes into closet. 

NAN (looking out of the window). Look, Nikíta, she's coming! I'm blestif she isn't! I'll go away. 

 [Exit. 

MARÍNA (enters). What are you doing with me?

NIKÍTA. Doing? I'm not doing anything. 

MARÍNA. You mean to desert me. 

NIKÍTA (gets up angrily). What does this look like, your coming here?

MARÍNA. Oh, Nikíta!

NIKÍTA. Well, you are strange! What have you come for?

MARÍNA. Nikíta!

NIKÍTA. That's my name. What do you want with Nikíta? Well, what next?Go away, I tell you!

MARÍNA. I see, you do want to throw me over. 

NIKÍTA. Well, and what's there to remember? You yourself don't know. When you stood out there round the corner and sent Nan for me, and Ididn't come, wasn't it plain enough that you're not wanted? It seemspretty simple. So there--go!

MARÍNA. Not wanted! So now I'm not wanted! I believed you when yousaid you would love me. And now that you've ruined me, I'm not wanted. 

NIKÍTA. Where's the good of talking? This is quite improper. You'vebeen telling tales to father. Now, do go away, will you?

MARÍNA. You know yourself I never loved any one but you. Whether youmarried me or not, I'd not have been angry. I've done you no wrong, then why have you left off caring for me? Why?

NIKÍTA. Where's the use of baying at the moon? You go away. Goodnessme! what a duffer!

MARÍNA. It's not that you deceived me when you promised to marry methat hurts, but that you've left off loving. No, it's not that you'vestopped loving me either, but that you've changed me for another, that's what hurts. I know who it is!

NIKÍTA (comes up to her viciously). Eh! what's the good of talking tothe likes of you, that won't listen to reason? Be off, or you'll driveme to do something you'll be sorry for. 

MARÍNA. What, will you strike me, then? Well then, strike me! What areyou turning away for? Ah, Nikíta!

NIKÍTA. Supposing some one came in. Of course, it's quite improper. And what's the good of talking?

MARÍNA. So this is the end of it! What has been has flown. You want meto forget it? Well then, Nikíta, listen. I kept my maiden honor as theapple of my eye. You have ruined me for nothing, you have deceived me. You have no pity on a fatherless and motherless girl! (Weeping. ) Youhave deserted, you have killed me, but I bear you no malice. Godforgive you! If you find a better one you'll forget me, if a worse oneyou'll remember me. Yes, you will remember, Nikíta! Good-bye, then, ifit is to be. Oh, how I loved you! Good-bye for the last time. 

 [Takes his head in her hands and tries to kiss him. 

NIKÍTA (tossing his head back). I'm not going to talk with the likesof you. If you won't go away I will, and you may stay here byyourself. 

MARÍNA (screams). You are a brute. (In the doorway. ) God will give youno joy. 

 [Exit, crying. 

AKOULÍNA (comes out of closet). You're a dog, Nikíta!

NIKÍTA. What's up?

AKOULÍNA. What a cry she gave!

 [Cries. 

NIKÍTA. What's up with you?

AKOULÍNA. What's up? You've hurt her, . .. That's the way you'll hurtme also. You're a dog. 

 [Exit into closet. 

 [Silence. 

NIKÍTA. Here's a fine muddle. I'm as sweet as honey on the lasses, butwhen a fellow's sinned with 'em it's a bad look-out!

CURTAIN

ACT II

The scene represents the village street. To the left the outside ofPETER'S hut, built of logs, with a porch in the middle; to the rightof the hut the gates and a corner of the yard buildings. ANÍSYA isbeating hemp in the street near the corner of the yard. Six monthshave elapsed since the First Act. 

ANÍSYA (stops and listens). Mumbling something again. He's probablygot off the stove. 

 [AKOULÍNA enters, carrying two pails on a yoke. 

ANÍSYA. He's calling. You go and see what he wants, kicking up such arow. 

AKOULÍNA. Why don't you go?

ANÍSYA. Go, I tell you!

 [Exit AKOULÍNA into hut. 

He's bothering me to death. Won't let out where the money is, andthat's all about it. He was out in the passage the other day. He musthave been hiding it there. Now, I don't know myself where it is. Thankgoodness he's afraid of parting with it, so that at least it will stayin the house. If only I could manage to find it. He hadn't it on himyesterday. Now I don't know where it can be. He has quite worn thelife out of me. 

 [Enter AKOULÍNA, tying her kerchief over her head. 

ANÍSYA. Where are you off to?

AKOULÍNA. Where? Why, he's told me to go for Aunt Martha. "Fetch mysister, " he says. "I am going to die, " he says. "I have a word to sayto her. "

ANÍSYA (aside). Asking for his sister? Oh, my poor head! Sure he wantsto give it her. What shall I do? Oh! (To AKOULÍNA. ) Don't go! Whereare you off to?

AKOULÍNA. To call Aunt. 

ANÍSYA. Don't go I tell you, I'll go myself. You go and take theclothes to the river to rinse. Else you'll not have finished by theevening. 

AKOULÍNA. But he told me to go. 

ANÍSYA. You go and do as you're bid. I tell you I'll fetch Marthamyself. Take the shirts off the fence. 

AKOULÍNA. The shirts? But maybe you'll not go. He's given the order. 

ANÍSYA. Didn't I say I'd go? Where's Nan?

AKOULÍNA. Nan? Minding the calves. 

ANÍSYA. Send her here. I dare say they'll not run away. 

 [AKOULÍNA collects the clothes, and exit. 

ANÍSYA. If one doesn't go he'll scold. If one goes he'll give themoney to his sister. All my trouble will be wasted. I don't myselfknow what I'm to do. My poor head's splitting. 

 [Continues to work. 

 [Enter MATRYÓNA, with a stick and a bundle, in outdoor clothes. 

MATRYÓNA. May the Lord help you, honey. 

ANÍSYA (looks round, stops working, and claps her hands with joy). Well, I never expected this! Mother Matryóna, God has sent the rightguest at the right time. 

MATRYÓNA. Well, how are things?

ANÍSYA. Ah, I'm driven well-nigh crazy. It's awful!

MATRYÓNA. Well, still alive, I hear?

ANÍSYA. Oh, don't talk about it. He doesn't live and doesn't die!

MATRYÓNA. But the money--has he given it to anybody?

ANÍSYA. He's just sending for his sister Martha--probably about themoney. 

MATRYÓNA. Well, naturally! But hasn't he given it to any one else?

ANÍSYA. To no one. I watch like a hawk. 

MATRYÓNA. And where is it?

ANÍSYA. He doesn't let out. And I can't find out in any way. He hidesit now here, now there, and I can't do anything because of Akoulína. Idiot though she is, she keeps watch, and is always about. Oh my poorhead! I'm bothered to death. 

MATRYÓNA. Oh, my jewel, if he gives the money to any one but you, you'll never cease regretting it as long as you live! They'll turn youout of house and home without anything. You've been worriting, andworriting all your life with one you don't love, and will have to goa-begging when you are a widow. 

ANÍSYA. No need to tell me, mother. My heart's that weary, and I don'tknow what to do. No one to get a bit of advice from. I told Nikíta, but he's frightened of the job. The only thing he did was to tell meyesterday it was hidden under the floor. 

MATRYÓNA. Well, and did you look there?

ANÍSYA. I couldn't. The old man himself was in the room. I notice thatsometimes he carries it about on him, and sometimes he hides it. 

MATRYÓNA. But you, my lass, must remember that if once he gives youthe slip there's no getting it right again! (Whispering. ) Well, anddid you give him the strong tea?

ANÍSYA. Oh! oh!. .. 

 [About to answer, but sees neighbor and stops. 

 [The NEIGHBOR (a woman) passes the hut, and listens to a call from within. 

NEIGHBOR (to Anísya). I say, Anísya! Oh, Anísya! There's your old mancalling, I think. 

ANÍSYA. That's the way he always coughs, --just as if he were screaming. He's getting very bad. 

NEIGHBOR (approaches MATRYÓNA). How do you do, granny? Have you comefar?

MATRYÓNA. Straight from home, dear. Come to see my son. Brought himsome shirts--can't help thinking of these things, you see, when it'sone's own child. 

NEIGHBOR. Yes, that's always so. (To Anísya. ) And I was thinking ofbeginning to bleach the linen, but it is a bit early, no one has begunyet. 

ANÍSYA. Where's the hurry?

MATRYÓNA. Well, and has he had communion?

ANÍSYA. Oh, dear, yes, the priest was here yesterday. 

NEIGHBOR. I had a look at him yesterday. Dearie me! one wonders hisbody and soul keep together. And, O Lord, the other day he seemed justat his last gasp, so that they laid him under the holy icóns. [1] Theystarted lamenting and got ready to lay him out. 

ANÍSYA. He came to, and creeps about again. 

MATRYÓNA. Well, and is he to have extreme unction?

ANÍSYA. The neighbors advise it. If he lives till to-morrow we'll sendfor the priest. 

NEIGHBOR. Oh, Anísya dear, I should think your heart must be heavy. Asthe saying goes, "Not he is sick that's ill in bed, but he that sitsand waits in dread. "

ANÍSYA. Yes, if it were only over one way or other!

NEIGHBOR. Yes, that's true, dying for a year, it's no joke. You'rebound hand and foot like that. 

MATRYÓNA. Ah, but a widow's lot is also bitter. It's all right as longas one's young, but who'll care for you when you're old? Oh yes, oldage is not pleasure. Just look at me. I've not walked very far, andyet am so footsore I don't know how to stand. Where's my son?

ANÍSYA. Ploughing. But you come in and we'll get the samovár ready;the tea'll set you up again. 

MATRYÓNA (sitting down). Yes, it's true, I'm quite done up, my dears. As to extreme unction, that's absolutely necessary. Besides, they sayit's good for the soul. 

ANÍSYA. Yes, we'll send to-morrow. 

MATRYÓNA. Yes, you had better. And we've had a wedding down in ourparts. 

NEIGHBOR. What, in spring?[2]

MATRYÓNA. Ah, now if it were a poor man, then, as the saying is, it'salways unseasonable for a poor man to marry. But it's SimonMatvéyitch, he's married that Marína. 

ANÍSYA. What luck for her!

NEIGHBOR. He's a widower. I suppose there are children?

MATRYÓNA. Four of 'em. What decent girl would have him! Well, so he'staken her, and she's glad. You see, the vessel was not sound, so thewine trickled out. 

NEIGHBOR. Oh, my! And what do people say to it? And he, a richpeasant!

MATRYÓNA. They are living well enough so far. 

NEIGHBOR. Yes, it's true enough. Who wants to marry where there arechildren? There now, there's our Michael. He's such a fellow, dearme. .. . 

PEASANT'S VOICE. Hullo, Mávra. Where the devil are you? Go and drivethe cow in. 

 [Exit NEIGHBOR. 

MATRYÓNA (while the NEIGHBOR is within hearing speaks in her ordinaryvoice). Yes, lass, thank goodness, she's married. At any rate my oldfool won't go bothering about Nikíta. Now (suddenly changing hertone), she's gone! (Whispers. ) I say, did you give him the tea?

ANÍSYA. Don't speak about it. He'd better die of himself. It's no use--he doesn't die, and I have only taken a sin on my soul. O-oh, myhead, my head! Oh, why did you give me those powders?

MATRYÓNA. What of the powders? The sleeping powders, lass, --why notgive them? No evil can come of them. 

ANÍSYA. I am not talking of the sleeping ones, but the others, thewhite ones. 

MATRYÓNA. Well, honey, those powders are medicinal. 

ANÍSYA (sighs). I know, yet it's frightening. Though he's worried meto death. 

MATRYÓNA. Well, and did you use many?

ANÍSYA. I gave two doses. 

MATRYÓNA. Was anything noticeable?

ANÍSYA. I had a taste of the tea myself--just a little bitter. And hedrank them with the tea and says, "Even tea disgusts me, " and I say, "Everything tastes bitter when one's sick. " But I felt that scared, mother. 

MATRYÓNA. Don't go thinking about it. The more one thinks the worse itis. 

ANÍSYA. I wish you'd never given them to me and led me into sin. WhenI think of it something seems to tear my heart. Oh, dear, why did yougive them to me?

MATRYÓNA. What do you mean, honey? Lord help you! Why are you turningit on to me? Mind, lass, don't go twisting matters from the sick on tothe healthy. If anything were to happen, I stand aside! I knownothing! I'm aware of nothing! I'll kiss the cross on it; I never gaveyou any kind of powders, never saw any, never heard of any, and neverknew there were such powders. You think about yourself, lass. Why, wewere talking about you the other day. "Poor thing, what torture sheendures. The step-daughter an idiot; the old man rotten, sucking herlifeblood. What wouldn't one be ready to do in such a case!"

ANÍSYA. I'm not going to deny it. A life such as mine could make onedo worse than that. It could make you hang yourself or throttle him. Is this a life?

MATRYÓNA. That's just it. There's no time to stand gaping; the moneymust be found one way or other, and then he must have his tea. 

ANÍSYA. O-oh, my head, my head! I can't think what to do. I am sofrightened; he'd better die of himself. I don't want to have it on mysoul. 

MATRYÓNA (viciously). And why doesn't he show the money? Does he meanto take it along with him? Is no one to have it? Is that right? Godforbid such a sum should be lost all for nothing. Isn't that a sin?What's he doing? Is he worth considering?

ANÍSYA. I don't know anything. He's worried me to death. 

MATRYÓNA. What is it you don't know? The business is clear. If youmake a slip now, you'll repent it all your life. He'll give the moneyto his sister and you'll be left without. 

ANÍSYA. O--oh dear! Yes, and he did send for her--I must go. 

MATRYÓNA. You wait a bit and light the samovár first. We'll give himsome tea and search him together--we'll find it, no fear. 

ANÍSYA. Oh dear, oh dear; supposing something were to happen. 

MATRYÓNA. What now? What's the good of waiting? Do you want the moneyto slip from your hand when it's just in sight? You go and do as Isay. 

ANÍSYA. Well, I'll go and light the samovár. 

MATRYÓNA. Go, honey, do the business so as not to regret itafterwards. That's right!

 [ANÍSYA turns to go. MATRYÓNA calls her back. 

MATRYÓNA. Just a word. Don't tell Nikíta about the business. He'ssilly. God forbid he should find out about the powders. The Lord onlyknows what he would do. He's so tender-hearted. D'you know, he usen'tto be able to kill a chicken. Don't tell him. 'Twould be a fine go, hewouldn't understand things. 

 [Stops horror-struck as PETER appears in the doorway. 

PETER (holding on to the wall, creeps out into the porch and callswith a faint voice). How's it one can't make you hear? Oh, oh, Anísya!Who's there?

 [Drops on the bench. 

ANÍSYA (steps from behind the corner). Why have you come out? Youshould have stayed where you were lying. 

PETER. Has the girl gone for Martha? It's very hard. .. . Oh, if onlydeath would come quicker!

ANÍSYA. She had no time. I sent her to the river. Wait a bit, I'll gomyself when I'm ready. 

PETER. Send Nan. Where's she? Oh, I'm that bad! Oh, death's at hand!

ANÍSYA. I've sent for her already. Peter. Oh, dear! Then where is she?

ANÍSYA. Where's she got to, the plague seize her!

PETER. Oh, dear! I can't bear it. All my inside's on fire. It's as ifa gimlet were boring me. Why have you left me as if I were a dog? . .. No one to give me a drink. .. . Oh . .. Send Nan to me. 

ANÍSYA. Here she is. Nan, go to father. 

 [NAN runs in. ANÍSYA goes behind the corner of the house. 

PETER. Go you. Oh . .. To Aunt Martha, tell her father wants her; sayshe's to come, I want her. 

NAN. All right. 

PETER. Wait a bit. Tell her she's to come quick. Tell her I'm dying. O--oh!

NAN. I'll just get my shawl and be off. 

 [Runs off. 

MATRYÓNA (winking). Now, then, mind and look sharp, lass. Go into thehut, hunt about everywhere, like a dog that's hunting for fleas: lookunder everything, and I'll search him. 

ANÍSYA (to MATRYÓNA). I feel a bit bolder, somehow, now you're here. (Goes up to porch. To PETER. ) Hadn't I better light the samovár?Here's Mother Matryóna come to see her son; you'll have a cup of teawith her?

PETER. Well, then, light it. 

 [ANÍSYA goes into the house. MATRYÓNA comes up to the porch. 

PETER. How do you do?

MATRYÓNA (bowing). How d'you do, my benefactor; how d'you do, myprecious . .. Still ill, I see. And my old man, he's that sorry! "Go, "says he, "see how he's getting on. " He sends his respects to you. 

 [Bows again. 

PETER. I'm dying. 

MATRYÓNA. Ah, yes, Peter Ignátitch, now I look at you I see, as thesaying has it, "Sickness lives where men live. " You've shrivelled, shrivelled, all to nothing, poor dear, now I come to look at you. Seems illness does not add to good looks. 

PETER. My last hour has come. 

MATRYÓNA. Oh well, Peter Ignátitch, it's God's will you know, you'vehad communion, and you'll have unction, God willing. Your missus is awise woman, the Lord be thanked; she'll give you a good burial, andhave prayers said for your soul, all most respectable! And my son, he'll look after things meanwhile. 

PETER. There'll be no one to manage things! She's not steady. Has herhead full of folly--why, I know all about it, I know. And my girl issilly and young. I've got the homestead together, and there's no oneto attend to things. One can't help feeling it. 

 [Whimpers. 

MATRYÓNA. Why, if it's money, or something, you can leave orders?

PETER (to Anísya inside the house). Has Nan gone?

MATRYÓNA (aside). There now, he's remembered!

ANÍSYA (from inside). She went then and there. Come inside, won't you?I'll help you in. 

PETER. Let me sit here a bit for the last time. The air's so stuffyinside. Oh, how bad I feel! Oh, my heart's burning. .. . Oh, if deathwould only come!

MATRYÓNA. If God don't take a soul, the soul can't go out. Death andlife are in God's will. Peter Ignátitch. You can't be sure of deatheither. Maybe you'll recover yet. There was a man in our village justlike that, at the very point of death. .. . 

PETER. No, I feel I shall die to-day, I feel it. 

 [Leans back and shuts his eyes. 

ANÍSYA (enters). Well, now, are you coming in or not? You do keep onewaiting. Peter! eh, Peter!

MATRYÓNA (steps aside and beckons to ANÍSYA with her finger). Well?

ANÍSYA (comes down the porch steps). Not there. 

MATRYÓNA. But have you searched everywhere? Under the floor?

ANÍSYA. No, it's not there either. In the shed perhaps; he wasrummaging there yesterday. 

MATRYÓNA. Go, search, search for all you're worth. Go all overeverywhere, as if you licked with your tongue! But I see he'll diethis very day, his nails are turning blue and his face looks earthy. Is the samovár ready?

ANÍSYA. Just on the boil. 

NIKÍTA (comes from the other side, if possible on horse-back, up tothe gate, and does not see PETER. To MATRYÓNA). How d'you do, mother, is all well at home?

MATRYÓNA. The Lord be thanked, we're all alive and have a crust tobite. 

NIKÍTA. Well and how's master?

MATRYÓNA. Hush, there he sits. 

 [Points to porch. 

NIKÍTA. Well, let him sit. What's it to me?

PETER (opens his eyes). Nikíta, I say, Nikíta, come here!

 [NIKÍTA approaches. ANÍSYA and MATRYÓNA whisper together. 

PETER. Why have you come back so early?

NIKÍTA. I've finished ploughing. 

PETER. Have you done the strip beyond the bridge?

NIKÍTA. It's too far to go there. 

PETER. Too far? From here it's still farther. You'll have to go onpurpose now. You might have made one job of it. 

 [ANÍSYA, without showing herself, stands and listens. 

MATRYÓNA (approaches). Oh, sonny, why don't you take more pains foryour master? Your master is ill and depends on you; you should servehim as you would your own father, straining every muscle just as Ialways tell you to. 

PETER. Well, then--o--oh!. .. Get out the seed potatoes, and the womenwill go and sort them. 

ANÍSYA (aside). No fear, I'm not going. He's again sending every oneaway; he must have the money on him now, and wants to hide itsomewhere. 

PETER. Else . .. O--oh! when the time comes for planting, they'll allbe rotten. Oh, I can't stand it!

 [Rises. 

MATRYÓNA (runs up into the porch and holds PETER up). Shall I help youinto the hut?

PETER. Help me in. (Stops. ) Nikíta!

NIKÍTA (angrily). What now?

PETER. I shan't see you again. .. . I'll die to-day. .. . Forgive me, [3]for Christ's sake, forgive me if I have ever sinned against you. .. . IfI have sinned in word or deed. .. . There's been all sorts of things. Forgive me!

NIKÍTA. What's there to forgive? I'm a sinner myself. 

MATRYÓNA. Ah, sonny, have some feeling. 

PETER. Forgive me, for Christ's sake. 

 [Weeps. 

NIKÍTA (snivels). God will forgive you, Daddy Peter. I have no causeto complain of you. You've never done me any wrong. You forgive me;maybe I've sinned worse against you. (Weeps. )

 [PETER goes in whimpering, MATRYÓNA supporting him. 

ANÍSYA. Oh, my poor head! It's not without some reason he's hit onthat. (Approaches NIKÍTA. ) Why did you say the money was under thefloor? It's not there. 

NIKÍTA (does not answer, but cries). I have never had anything badfrom him, nothing but good, and what have I gone and done!

ANÍSYA. Enough now! Where's the money?

NIKÍTA (angrily). How should I know? Go and look for it yourself!

ANÍSYA. What's made you so tender?

NIKÍTA. I am sorry for him, --that sorry. How he cried! Oh, dear!

ANÍSYA. Look at him, --seized with pity! He has found some one to pitytoo! He's been treating you like a dog, and even just now was givingorders to have you turned out of the house. You'd better show me somepity!

NIKÍTA. What are you to be pitied for?

ANÍSYA. If he dies, and the money's been hidden away. .. . 

NIKÍTA. No fear, he'll not hide it. .. . 

ANÍSYA. Oh, Nikíta darling! he's sent for his sister, and wants togive it to her. It will be a bad lookout for us. How are we going tolive, if he gives her the money? They'll turn me out of the house! Youtry and manage somehow! You said he went to the shed last night. 

NIKÍTA. I saw him coming from there, but where he's shoved it to, whocan tell?

ANÍSYA. Oh, my poor head! I'll go and have a look there. 

 [NIKÍTA steps aside. 

MATRYÓNA (comes out of the hut and down the steps of the porch toANÍSYA and NIKÍTA). Don't go anywhere. He's got the money on him. Ifelt it on a string round his neck. 

ANÍSYA. Oh my head, my head!

MATRYÓNA. If you don't keep wide awake now, then you may whistle forit. If his sister comes--then good-bye to it!

ANÍSYA. That's true. She'll come and he'll give it her. What's to bedone? Oh, my poor head!

MATRYÓNA. What is to be done? Why, look here; the samovár is boiling, go and make the tea and pour him out a cup, and then (whispers) put inall that's left in the paper. When he's drunk the cup, then just takeit. He'll not tell, no fear. 

ANÍSYA. Oh! I'm afeared!

MATRYÓNA. Don't be talking now, but look alive, and I'll keep hissister off if need be. Mind, don't make a blunder! Get hold of themoney and bring it here, and Nikíta will hide it. 

ANÍSYA. Oh my head, my head! I don't know how I'm going to. .. . 

MATRYÓNA. Don't talk about it I tell you, do as I bid you. Nikíta!

NIKÍTA. What is it?

MATRYÓNA. You stay here--sit down--in case something is wanted. 

NIKÍTA (waves his hand). Oh, these women, what won't they be up to?Muddle one up completely. Bother them! I'll really go and fetch outthe potatoes. 

MATRYÓNA (catches him by the arm). Stay here, I tell you. 

 [NAN enters. 

ANÍSYA. Well?

NAN. She was down in her daughter's vegetable plot--she's coming. 

ANÍSYA. Coming! What shall we do?

MATRYÓNA. There's plenty of time if you do as I tell you. 

ANÍSYA. I don't know what to do; I know nothing, my brain's all in awhirl. Nan! Go, daughter, and see to the calves, they'll have runaway, I'm afraid. .. . Oh dear, I haven't the courage. 

MATRYÓNA. Go on! I should think the samovár's boiling over. 

ANÍSYA. Oh my head, my poor head!

 [Exit. 

MATRYÓNA (approaches NIKÍTA). Now then, sonny. (Sits down beside him. )Your affairs must also be thought about, and not left anyhow. 

NIKÍTA. What affairs?

MATRYÓNA. Why, this affair--how you're to live your life. 

NIKÍTA. How to live my life? Others live, and I shall live!

MATRYÓNA. The old man will probably die to-day. 

NIKÍTA. Well, if he dies, God give him rest! What's that to me?

MATRYÓNA (keeps looking towards the porch while she speaks). Eh, sonny! Those that are alive have to think about living. One needsplenty of sense in these matters, honey. What do you think? I'vetramped all over the place after your affairs, I've got quite footsorebothering about matters. And you must not forget me when the timecomes. 

NIKÍTA. And what's it you've been bothering about?

MATRYÓNA. About your affairs, about your future. If you don't taketrouble in good time you'll get nothing. You know Iván Mosévitch?Well, I've been to him too. I went there the other day. I hadsomething else to settle, you know. Well, so I sat and chatted awhileand then came to the point. "Tell me, Iván Mosévitch, " says I, "how'sone to manage an affair of this kind? Supposing, " says I, "a peasantas is a widower married a second wife, and supposing all the childrenhe has is a daughter by the first wife, and a daughter by the second. Then, " says I, "when that peasant dies, could an outsider get hold ofthe homestead by marrying the widow? Could he, " says I, "give both thedaughters in marriage and remain master of the house himself?" "Yes, he could, " says he, "but, " says he, "it would mean a deal of trouble;still the thing could be managed by means of money, but if there's nomoney it's no good trying. "

NIKÍTA (laughs). That goes without saying, only fork out the money. Who does not want money?

MATRYÓNA. Well then, honey, so I spoke out plainly about the affair. And he says, "First and foremost, your son will have to get himself onthe register of that village--that will cost something. The elderswill have to be treated. And they, you see, they'll sign. Everything, "says he, "must be done sensibly. " Look (unwraps her kerchief and takesout a paper), he's written out this paper; just read it, you're ascholar, you know. 

 [NIKÍTA reads. 

NIKÍTA. This paper's only a decision for the elders to sign. There'sno great wisdom needed for that. 

MATRYÓNA. But you just hear what Iván Mosévitch bids us do. "Aboveall, " he says, "mind and don't let the money slip away, dame. If shedon't get hold of the money, " he says, "they'll not let her do it. Money's the great thing!" So look out, sonny, things are coming to ahead. 

NIKÍTA. What's that to me? The money's hers--so let her look out. 

MATRYÓNA. Ah, sonny, how you look at it! How can a woman manage suchaffairs? Even if she does get the money, is she capable of arrangingit all? One knows what a woman is! You're a man anyhow. You can hideit, and all that. You see, you've after all got more sense, in case ofanything happening. 

NIKÍTA. Oh, your woman's notions are all so inexpedient!

MATRYÓNA. Why inexpedient? You just collar the money, and the woman'sin your hands. And then should she ever turn snappish you'd be able totighten the reins!

NIKÍTA. Bother you all, --I'm going. 

ANÍSYA (quite pale, runs out of the hut and round the corner toMATRYÓNA). So it was, it was on him! Here it is!

 [Shows that she has something under her apron. 

MATRYÓNA. Give it to Nikíta; he'll hide it. Nikíta, take it and hideit somewhere. 

NIKÍTA. All right, give here!

ANÍSYA. O--oh, my poor head! No, I'd better do it myself. 

 [Goes towards the gate. 

MATRYÓNA (seizing her by the arm). Where are you going to? You'll bemissed. There's the sister coming; give it him; he knows what to do. Eh, you blockhead!

ANÍSYA (stops irresolutely). Oh, my head, my head!

NIKÍTA. Well, give it here. I'll shove it away somewhere. 

ANÍSYA. Where will you shove it to?

NIKÍTA (laughing). Why, are you afraid?

 [Enter AKOULÍNA, carrying clothes from the wash. 

ANÍSYA. O--oh, my poor head! (Gives the money. ) Mind, Nikíta. 

NIKÍTA. What are you afraid of? I'll hide it so that I'll not be ableto find it myself. 

 [Exit. 

ANÍSYA (stands in terror). Oh dear, and supposing he. .. . 

MATRYÓNA. Well, is he dead?

ANÍSYA. Yes, he seems dead. He did not move when I took it. 

MATRYÓNA. Go in, there's Akoulína. 

ANÍSYA. Well there, I've done the sin and he has the money. .. . 

MATRYÓNA. Have done and go in! There's Martha coming!

ANÍSYA. There now, I've trusted him. What's going to happen now?

 [Exit. 

Martha (enters from one side, AKOULÍNA enters from the other. ToAKOULÍNA). I should have come before, but I was at my daughter's. Well, how's the old man? Is he dying?

AKOULÍNA (puts down the clothes). Don't know; I've been to the river. 

Martha (pointing to MATRYÓNA). Who's that?

MATRYÓNA. I'm from Zoúevo. I'm Nikíta's mother from Zoúevo, my dearie. Good afternoon to you. He's withering, withering away, poor dear--yourbrother, I mean. He came out himself. "Send for my sister, " he said, "because, " said he. .. . Dear me, why, I do believe he's dead!

ANÍSYA (runs out screaming. Clings to a post, and begins wailing). [4]Oh, oh, ah! who-o-o-o-m have you left me to, why-y-y have youdese-e-e-e-rted me--a miserable widow . .. To live my life alone. .. . Why have you closed your bright eyes. .. . 

 [Enter NEIGHBOR. MATRYÓNA and NEIGHBOR catch hold of ANÍSYA under the arms to support her. AKOULÍNA and MARTHA go into the hut. A crowd assembles. 

A VOICE IN THE CROWD. Send for the old women to lay out the body. 

MATRYÓNA (rolls up her sleeves). Is there any water in the copper? ButI daresay the samovár is still hot. I'll also go and help a bit. 

CURTAIN

ACT III

The same hut. Winter. Nine months have passed since Act II. ANÍSYA, plainly dressed, sits before a loom weaving. NAN is on the oven. 

MÍTRITCH (an old laborer, enters and slowly takes off his outdoorthings). Oh Lord, have mercy! Well, hasn't the master come home yet?

ANÍSYA. What?

MÍTRITCH. Nikíta isn't back from town, is he?

ANÍSYA. No. 

MÍTRITCH. Must have been on the spree. Oh Lord!

ANÍSYA. Have you finished in the stackyard?

MÍTRITCH. What d'you think? Got it all as it should be, and coveredeverything with straw! I don't like doing things by halves! Oh Lord!holy Nicholas! (Picks at the corns on his hands. ) But it's time he wasback. 

ANÍSYA. What need has he to hurry? He's got money. Merry-making withthat girl, I daresay. .. . 

MÍTRITCH. Why shouldn't one make merry if one has the money? And whydid Akoulína go to town?

ANÍSYA. You'd better ask her. How do I know what the devil took herthere!

MÍTRITCH. What! to town? There's all sorts of things to be got in townif one's got the means. Oh Lord!

NAN. Mother, I heard myself. "I'll get you a little shawl, " he says, blest if he didn't; "you shall choose it yourself, " he says. And shegot herself up so fine; she put on her velveteen coat and the Frenchshawl. 

ANÍSYA. Really, a girl's modesty reaches only to the door. Step overthe threshold and it's forgotten. She is a shameless creature. 

MÍTRITCH. Oh my! What's the use of being ashamed? While there's plentyof money make merry. Oh Lord! It is too soon to have supper, eh?(ANÍSYA does not answer. ) I'll go and get warm meanwhile. (Climbs onthe stove. ) Oh, Lord! Blessed Virgin Mother! Holy Nicholas!

NEIGHBOR (enters). Seems your good man's not back yet?

ANÍSYA. No. 

NEIGHBOR. It's time he was. Hasn't he perhaps stopped at our inn? Mysister, Thekla, says there's heaps of sledges standing there as havecome from the town. 

ANÍSYA. Nan! Nan, I say!

NAN. Yes?

ANÍSYA. You run to the inn and see! Mayhap, being drunk, he's gonethere. 

NAN (jumps down from the oven and dresses). All right. 

NEIGHBOR. And he's taken Akoulína with him?

ANÍSYA. Else he'd not have had any need of going. It's because of herhe's unearthed all the business there. "Must go to the bank, " he says;"it's time to receive the payments, " he says. But it's all herfooling. 

NEIGHBOR (shakes her head). It's a bad look-out. 

 [Silence. 

NAN (at the door). And if he's there, what am I to say?

ANÍSYA. You only see if he's there. 

NAN. All right. I'll be back in a winking. 

 [Long silence. 

MÍTRITCH (roars). Oh Lord! merciful Nicholas!

NEIGHBOR (starting). Oh, how he scared me! Who is it?

ANÍSYA. Why, Mítritch, our laborer. 

NEIGHBOR. Oh dear, oh dear, what a fright he did give me! I had quiteforgotten. But tell me, dear, I've heard some one's been wooingAkoulína?

ANÍSYA (gets up from the loom and sits down by the table). There wassome one from Dédlovo; but it seems the affair's got wind there too. They made a start, and then stopped; so the thing fell through. Ofcourse, who'd care to?

NEIGHBOR. And the Lizounófs from Zoúevo?

ANÍSYA. They made some steps too, but it didn't come off either. Theywon't even see us. 

NEIGHBOR. Yet it's time she was married. 

ANÍSYA. Time and more than time! Ah, my dear, I'm that impatient toget her out of the house; but the matter does not come off. He doesnot wish it, nor she either. He's not yet had enough of his beauty, you see. 

NEIGHBOR. Eh, eh, eh, what doings! Only think of it. Why, he's herstep-father!

ANÍSYA. Ah, friend, they've taken me in completely. They've done me sofine it's beyond saying. I, fool that I was, noticed nothing, suspected nothing, and so I married him. I guessed nothing, but theyalready understood one another. 

NEIGHBOR. Oh dear, what goings on!

ANÍSYA. So it went on from bad to worse, and I see they begin hidingfrom me. Ah, friend, I was that sick--that sick of my life! It's notas if I didn't love him. 

NEIGHBOR. That goes without saying. 

ANÍSYA. Ah, how hard it is to bear such treatment from him! Oh, how ithurts!

NEIGHBOR. Yes, and I've heard say he's becoming too free with hisfists?

ANÍSYA. And that too! There was a time when he was gentle when he'dhad a drop. He used to hit out before, but of me he was always fond!But now when he's in a temper he goes for me and is ready to trampleme under his feet. The other day he got both my hands entangled in myhair so that I could hardly get away. And the girl's worse than aserpent; it's a wonder the earth bears such furies. 

NEIGHBOR. Ah, ah, my dear, now I look at you, you are a sufferer! Tosuffer like that is no joke. To have given shelter to a beggar, and heto lead you such a dance! Why don't you pull in the reins?

ANÍSYA. Ah, but, my dear, if it weren't for my heart! Him as is gonewas stern enough, still I could twist him about any way I liked; butwith this one I can do nothing. As soon as I see him all my angergoes. I haven't a grain of courage before him; I go about like adrowned hen. 

NEIGHBOR. Ah, neighbor, you must be under a spell. I've heard thatMatryóna goes in for that sort of thing. It must be her. 

ANÍSYA. Yes, dear; I think so myself sometimes. Gracious me, how hurtI feel at times! I'd like to tear him to pieces. But when I set eyeson him, my heart won't go against him. 

NEIGHBOR. It's plain you're bewitched. It don't take long to blight abody. There now, when I look at you, what you have dwindled to!

ANÍSYA. Growing a regular spindle-shanks. And just look at that foolAkoulína. Wasn't the girl a regular untidy slattern, and just look ather now! Where has it all come from? Yes, he has fitted her out. She'sgrown so smart, so puffed up, just like a bubble that's ready toburst. And, though she's a fool, she's got it into her head. "I'm themistress, " she says; "the house is mine; it's me father wanted him tomarry. " And she's that vicious! Lord help us, when she gets into arage she's ready to tear the thatch off the house. 

NEIGHBOR. Oh dear, what a life yours is, now I come to look at you. And yet there's people envying you: "They're rich, " they say; but itseems that gold don't keep tears from falling. 

ANÍSYA. Much reason for envy indeed! And the riches, too, will soon bemade ducks and drakes of. Dear me, how he squanders money!

NEIGHBOR. But how's it, dear, you've been so simple to give up themoney? It's yours. 

ANÍSYA. Ah, if you knew all! The thing is that I've made one littlemistake. 

NEIGHBOR. Well, if I were you, I'd go straight and have the law ofhim. The money's yours; how dare he squander it? There's no suchrights. 

ANÍSYA. They don't pay heed to that nowadays. 

NEIGHBOR. Ah, my dear, now I come to look at you, you've got thatweak. Anísya. Yes, quite weak, dear, quite weak. He's got me into aregular fix. I don't myself know anything. Oh, my poor head!

NEIGHBOR (listening). There's some one coming, I think. 

 [The door opens and AKÍM enters. 

AKÍM (crosses himself, knocks the snow off his feet, and takes off hiscoat). Peace be to this house! How do you do? Are you well, daughter?

ANÍSYA. How d'you do, father? Do you come straight from home?

AKÍM. I've been a-thinking I'll go and see what's name, go to see myson, I mean, --my son. I didn't start early--had my dinner, I mean; Iwent, and it's so what d'you call it--so snowy, hard walking, and sothere I'm what d'you call it--late, I mean. And my son--is he at home?At home? My son, I mean. 

ANÍSYA. No; he's gone to the town. 

AKÍM (sits down on a bench). I've some business with him, d'you see, some business, I mean. I told him t'other day, told him I was in need--told him, I mean, that our horse was done for, our horse, you see. Sowe must what d'ye call it, get a horse, I mean, some kind of a horse, I mean. So there, I've come, you see. 

ANÍSYA. Nikíta told me. When he comes back you'll have a talk. (Goesto the oven. ) Have some supper now, and he'll soon come. Mítritch, eh, Mítritch, come have your supper. 

MÍTRITCH. Oh Lord! merciful Nicholas!

ANÍSYA. Come to supper. 

NEIGHBOR. I shall go now. Good-night. 

 [Exit. 

MÍTRITCH (gets down from the oven). I never noticed how I fell asleep. Oh, Lord! gracious Nicholas! How d'you do, Daddy Akím?

AKÍM. Ah, Mítritch! What are you, what d'ye call it, I mean?. .. 

MÍTRITCH. Why, I'm working for your son, Nikíta. 

AKÍM. Dear me! What d'ye call . .. Working for my son, I mean. Dear me!

MÍTRITCH. I was living with a tradesman in town, but drank all I hadthere. Now I've come back to the village. I've no home, so I've goneinto service. (Gapes. ) Oh Lord!

AKÍM. But how's that, what d'you call it, or what's name, Nikíta, whatdoes he do? Has he some business, I mean besides, that he should hirea laborer, a laborer, I mean, hire a laborer?

ANÍSYA. What business should he have? He used to manage, but now he'sother things on his mind, so he's hired a laborer. 

MÍTRITCH. Why shouldn't he, seeing he has money?

AKÍM. Now that's what d'you call it, that's wrong, I mean, quitewrong, I mean. That's spoiling oneself. 

ANÍSYA. Oh, he has got spoilt, that spoilt, it's just awful. 

AKÍM. There now, what d'you call it, one thinks how to make thingsbetter, and it gets worse I mean. Riches spoil a man, spoil, I mean. 

MÍTRITCH. Fatness makes even a dog go mad; how's one not to get spoiltby fat living? Myself now; how I went on with fat living. I drank forthree weeks without being sober. I drank my last breeches. When I hadnothing left, I gave it up. Now I've determined not to. Bother it!

AKÍM. And where's what d'you call, your old woman?

MÍTRITCH. My old woman has found her right place, old fellow. She'shanging about the gin-shops in town. She's a swell too; one eyeknocked out, and the other black, and her muzzle twisted to one side. And she's never sober; drat her!

AKÍM. Oh, oh, oh, how's that?

MÍTRITCH. And where's a soldier's wife to go? She has found her rightplace. 

 [Silence. 

AKÍM (to ANÍSYA). And Nikíta, --has he what d'you call it, takenanything up to town? I mean, anything to sell?

ANÍSYA (laying the table and serving up). No, he's taken nothing. He'sgone to get money from the bank. 

AKÍM (sitting down to supper). Why? D'you wish to put it to anotheruse, the money I mean?

ANÍSYA. No, we don't touch it. Only some twenty or thirty roubles ashave come due; they must be taken. 

AKÍM. Must be taken. Why take it, the money I mean? You'll take someto-day I mean, and some to-morrow; and so you'll what d'you call it, take it all, I mean. 

ANÍSYA. We get this besides. The money is all safe. 

AKÍM. All safe? How's that, safe? You take it, and it what d'you callit, it's all safe. How's that? You put a heap of meal into a bin, or abarn, I mean, and go on taking meal, will it remain there, what d'youcall it, all safe, I mean? That's, what d'you call it, it's cheating. You'd better find out, or else they'll cheat you. Safe indeed! I meanyou what d'ye call . .. You take it and it remains all safe there?

ANÍSYA. I know nothing about it. Iván Mosévitch advised us at thetime. "Put the money in the bank, " he said, "the money will be safe, and you'll get interest, " he said. 

MÍTRITCH (having finished his supper). That's so. I've lived with atradesman. They all do like that. Put the money in the bank, then liedown on the oven and it will keep coming in. 

AKÍM. That's queer talk. How's that--what d'ye call, coming in, how'sthat coming in, and they, who do they get it from I mean, the money Imean?

ANÍSYA. They take the money out of the bank. 

MÍTRITCH. Get along! Tain't a thing a woman can understand! You lookhere, I'll make it all clear to you. Mind and remember. You see, suppose you've got some money, and I, for instance, have spring comingon, my land's idle, I've got no seeds, or I have to pay taxes. So, yousee, I go to you. "Akím, " I say, "give us a ten-rouble note, and whenI've harvested in autumn I'll return it, and till two acres for youbesides, for having obliged me!" And you, seeing I've something tofall back on--a horse say, or a cow--you say, "No, give two or threeroubles for the obligation, " and there's an end of it. I'm stuck inthe mud, and can't do without. So I say, "All right!" and take atenner. In the autumn, when I've made my turnover, I bring it back, and you squeeze the extra three roubles out of me. 

AKÍM. Yes, but that's what peasants do when they what d'ye call it, when they forget God. It's not honest, I mean, it's no good, I mean. 

MÍTRITCH. You wait. You'll see it comes just to the same thing. Nowdon't forget how you've skinned me. And Anísya, say, has got somemoney lying idle. She does not know what to do with it, besides, she'sa woman, and does not know how to use it. She comes to you. "Couldn'tyou make some profit with my money too?" she says. "Why not?" say you, and you wait. Before the summer I come again and say, "Give me anothertenner, and I'll be obliged. " Then you find out if my hide isn't allgone, and if I can be skinned again you give me Anísya's money. Butsupposing I'm clean shorn, --have nothing to eat, --then you see I can'tbe fleeced any more, and you say, "Go your way, friend, " and you lookout for another, and lend him your own and Anísya's money and skinhim. That's what the bank is. So it goes round and round. It's a cutething, old fellow!

AKÍM (excitedly). Gracious me, whatever is that like? It's what d'yecall it, it's filthy! The peasants--what d'ye call it, the peasants doso I mean, and know it's, what d'ye call it, a sin! It's what d'youcall, not right, not right, I mean. It's filthy! How can people ashave learnt . .. What d'ye call it. .. . 

MÍTRITCH. That, old fellow, is just what they're fond off Andremember, them that are stupid, or the women folk, as can't put theirmoney into use themselves, they take it to the bank, and they there, deuce take 'em, clutch hold of it, and with this money they fleece thepeople. It's a cute thing!

AKÍM (sighing). Oh dear, I see, what d'ye call it, without money it'sbad, and with money it's worse! How's that? God told us to work, butyou, what d'you call . .. I mean you put money into the bank and go tosleep, and the money will what d'ye call it, will feed you while yousleep. It's filthy, that's what I call it; it's not right. 

MÍTRITCH. Not right? Eh, old fellow, who cares about that nowadays? Andhow clean they pluck you, too! That's the fact of the matter. 

AKÍM (sighs). Ah, yes, seems the time's what d'ye call it, the time'sgrowing ripe. There, I've had a look at the closets in town. Whatthey've come to! It's all polished and polished I mean, it's fine, it's what d'ye call it, it's like inside an inn. And what's it allfor? What's the good of it? Oh, they've forgotten God. Forgotten, Imean. We've forgotten, forgotten God, God, I mean! Thank you, my dear, I've had enough. I'm quite satisfied. 

 [Rises. MÍTRITCH climbs on to the oven. 

ANÍSYA (eats, and collects the dishes). If his father would only takehim to task! But I'm ashamed to tell him. 

AKÍM. What d'you say?

ANÍSYA. Oh! it's nothing. 

 [Enter NAN. 

AKÍM. Here's a good girl, always busy! You're cold, I should think?

NAN. Yes, I am, terribly. How d'you do, grandfather?

ANÍSYA. Well? Is he there?

NAN. No. But Andriyán is there. He's been to town, and he says he sawthem at an inn in town. He says Dad's as drunk as drunk can be!

ANÍSYA. Do you want anything to eat? Here you are. 

NAN (goes to the oven). Well, it is cold. My hands are quite numb. 

 [AKÍM takes off his leg-bands and bast-shoes. ANÍSYA washes up. 

ANÍSYA. Father!

AKÍM. Well, what is it?

ANÍSYA. And is Marína living well?

AKÍM. Yes, she's living all right. The little woman is what d'ye callit, clever and steady; she's living, and what d'ye call it, doing herbest. She's all right; the little woman's of the right sort I mean;painstaking and what d'ye call it, submissive; the little woman's allright I mean, all right, you know. 

ANÍSYA. And is there no talk in your village that a relative ofMarína's husband thinks of marrying our Akoulína? Have you heardnothing of it?

AKÍM. Ah; that's Mirónof. Yes, the women did chatter something. But Ididn't pay heed, you know. It don't interest me I mean, I don't knowanything. Yes, the old women did say something, but I've a bad memory, bad memory, I mean. But the Mirónofs are what d'ye call it, they'reall right, I mean they're all right. 

ANÍSYA. I'm that impatient to get her settled. 

AKÍM. And why?

NAN (listens). They've come!

ANÍSYA. Well, don't you go bothering them. 

 [Goes on washing the spoons without turning her head. 

NIKÍTA (enters). Anísya! Wife! who has come?

 [ANÍSYA looks up and turns away in silence. 

NIKÍTA (severely). Who has come? Have you forgotten?

ANÍSYA. Now don't humbug. Come in!

NIKÍTA (still more severely). Who's come?

ANÍSYA (goes up and takes him by the arm). Well, then, husband hascome. Now then, come in!

NIKÍTA (holds back). Ah, that's it! Husband! And what's husbandcalled? Speak properly. 

ANÍSYA. Oh bother you! Nikíta!

NIKÍTA. Where have you learnt manners? The full name. 

ANÍSYA. Nikíta Akímitch! Now then!

NIKÍTA. (still in the doorway). Ah, that's it! But now--the surname?

ANÍSYA (laughs and pulls him by the arm). Tchilíkin. Dear me, whatairs!

NIKÍTA. Ah, that's it. (Holds on to the door-post. ) No, now say withwhich foot Tchilíkin steps into this house!

ANÍSYA. That's enough! You're letting the cold in!

NIKÍTA. Say with which foot he steps? You've got to say it, --that'sflat. 

ANÍSYA (aside). He'll go on worrying. (To NIKÍTA. ) Well then, with theleft. Come in!

NIKÍTA. Ah, that's it. 

ANÍSYA. You look who's in the hut!

NIKÍTA. Ah, my parent! Well, what of that? I'm not ashamed of myparent. I can pay my respects to my parent. How d'you do, father?(Bows and puts out his hand. ) My respects to you. 

AKÍM (does not answer). Drink, I mean drink, what it does! It'sfilthy!

NIKÍTA. Drink, what's that? I've been drinking? I'm to blame, that'sflat! I've had a glass with a friend, drank his health. 

ANÍSYA. Go and lie down, I say. 

NIKÍTA. Wife, say where am I standing?

ANÍSYA. Now then, it's all right, lie down!

NIKÍTA. No, I'll first drink a samovár with my parent. Go and lightthe samovár. Akoulína, I say, come here!

 [Enter AKOULÍNA, smartly dressed and carrying their purchases. 

AKOULÍNA. Why have you thrown everything about? Where's the yarn?

NIKÍTA. The yarn? The yarn's there. Hullo, Mítritch, where are you?Asleep? Asleep? Go and put the horse up. 

AKÍM (not seeing AKOULÍNA but looking at his son). Dear me, what is hedoing? The old man's what d'ye call it, quite done up, I mean, --beenthrashing, --and look at him, what d'ye call it, putting on airs! Putup the horse! Faugh, what filth!

MÍTRITCH (climbs down from the oven, and puts on felt boots). Oh, merciful Lord! Is the horse in the yard? Done it to death, I dare say. Just see how he's been swilling, the deuce take him. Up to his verythroat. Oh Lord, Holy Nicholas!

 [Puts on sheepskin and exit. 

NIKÍTA (sits down). You must forgive me, father. It's true I've had adrop; well, what of that? Even a hen will drink. Ain't it true? So youmust forgive me. Never mind Mítritch, he doesn't mind, he'll put itup. 

ANÍSYA. Shall I really light the samovár?

NIKÍTA. Light it! My parent has come. I wish to talk to him, and shalldrink tea with him. (To AKOULÍNA. ) Have you brought all the parcels?

AKOULÍNA. The parcels? I've brought mine, the rest's in the sledge. Hi, take this, this isn't mine!

 [Throws a parcel on the table and puts the others into her box. NAN watches her while she puts them away. AKÍM does not look at his son, but puts his leg-bands and bast-shoes on the oven. 

ANÍSYA (going out with the samovár). Her box is full as it is, andstill he's bought more!

NIKÍTA (pretending to be sober). You must not be cross with me, father. You think I'm drunk? I am all there, that's flat! As they say, "Drink, but keep your wits about you. " I can talk with you at once, father. I can attend to any business. You told me about the money;your horse is worn-out, --I remember! That can all be managed. That'sall in our hands. If it was an enormous sum that's wanted, then wemight wait; but as it is I can do everything. That's the case. 

AKÍM (goes on fidgeting with the leg-bands). Eh, lad, "It's illsledging when the thaw has set in. "

NIKÍTA. What do you mean by that? "And it's ill talking with one whois drunk?" But don't you worry, let's have some tea. And I can doanything; that's flat! I can put everything to rights. 

AKÍM (shakes his head). Eh, eh, eh!

NIKÍTA. The money, here it is. (Puts his hand in his pocket, pulls outpocket-book, handles the notes in it and takes out a ten-roublenote. ) Take this to get a horse; I can't forget my parent. I shan'tforsake him, that's flat. Because he's my parent! Here you are, takeit! Really now, I don't grudge it. (Comes up and pushes the notetowards AKÍM, who won't take it. NIKÍTA catches hold of his father'shand. ) Take it, I tell you. I don't grudge it. 

AKÍM. I can't what d'you call it, I mean, can't take it! And can'twhat d'ye call it, talk to you, because you're not yourself, I mean. 

NIKÍTA. I'll not let you go! Take it!

 [Puts the money into AKÍM'S hand. 

ANÍSYA (enters, and stops). You'd better take it, he'll give you nopeace!

AKÍM (takes it, and shakes his head). Oh! that liquor. Not like a man, I mean!

NIKÍTA. That's better! If you repay it you'll repay it, if not I'llmake no bother. That's what I am! (Sees AKOULÍNA. ) Akoulína, show yourpresents. 

AKOULÍNA. What?

NIKÍTA. Show your presents. 

AKOULÍNA. The presents, what's the use of showing 'em? I've put 'emaway. 

NIKÍTA. Get them, I tell you. Nan will like to see 'em. Undo theshawl. Give it here. 

AKÍM. Oh, oh! It's sickening!

 [Climbs on the oven. 

AKOULÍNA (gets out the parcels and puts them on the table). Well, there you are, --what's the good of looking at 'em?

NAN. Oh how lovely! It's as good as Stepanída's. 

AKOULÍNA. Stepanída's? What's Stepanída's compared to this?(Brightening up and undoing the parcels. ) Just look here, --see thequality! It's a French one. 

NAN. The print is fine! Mary has a dress like it, only lighter on ablue ground. This is pretty. 

NIKÍTA. Ah, that's it!

 [ANÍSYA passes angrily into the closet, returns with a tablecloth and the chimney of the Samovár, and goes up to the table. 

ANÍSYA. Drat you, littering the table!

NIKÍTA. You look here!

ANÍSYA. What am I to look at? Have I never seen anything? Put it away!

 [Sweeps the shawl on to the floor with her arm. 

AKOULÍNA. What are you pitching things down for? You pitch your ownthings about!

 [Picks up the shawl. 

NIKÍTA. Anísya! Look here!

ANÍSYA. Why am I to look?

NIKÍTA. You think I have forgotten you? Look here! (Shows her a parceland sits down on it. ) It's a present for you. Only you must earn it!Wife, where am I sitting?

ANÍSYA. Enough of your humbug. I'm not afraid of you. Whose money areyou spreeing on and buying your fat wench presents with? Mine!

AKOULÍNA. Yours indeed? No fear! You wished to steal it, but it didnot come off! Get out of the way!

 [Pushes her while trying to pass. 

ANÍSYA. What are you shoving for? I'll teach you to shove!

AKOULÍNA. Shove me? You try!

 [Presses against ANÍSYA. 

NIKÍTA. Now then, now then, you women. Have done now!

 [Steps between them. 

AKOULÍNA. Comes shoving herself in! You ought to keep quiet andremember your doings! You think no one knows!

ANÍSYA. Knows what? Out with it, out with it! What do they know?

AKOULÍNA. I know something about you!

ANÍSYA. You're a slut who goes with another's husband!

AKOULÍNA. And you did yours to death!

ANÍSYA (throwing herself on AKOULÍNA). You're raving!

NIKÍTA (holding her back). Anísya, you seem to have forgotten!

ANÍSYA. Want to frighten me! I'm not afraid of you!

NIKÍTA (turns ANÍSYA round and pushes her out). Be off!

ANÍSYA. Where am I to go? I'll not go out of my own house!

NIKÍTA. Be off, I tell you, and don't dare to come in here!

ANÍSYA. I won't go! (NIKÍTA pushes her, ANÍSYA cries and screams andclings to the door. ) What! am I to be turned out of my own house bythe scruff of the neck? What are you doing, you scoundrel? Do youthink there's no law for you? You wait a bit!

NIKÍTA. Now then!

ANÍSYA. I'll go to the Elder! To the policeman!

NIKÍTA. Off, I tell you!

 [Pushes her out. 

ANÍSYA (behind the door). I'll hang myself!

NIKÍTA. No fear!

NAN. Oh, oh, oh! Mother, dear, darling!

 [Cries. 

NIKÍTA. Me frightened of her! A likely thing! What are you crying for?She'll come back, no fear. Go and see to the samovár. 

 [Exit NAN. 

AKOULÍNA (collects and folds her presents). The mean wretch, how she'smessed it up. But wait a bit, I'll cut up her jacket for her! Sure Iwill!

NIKÍTA. I've turned her out; what more do you want?

AKOULÍNA. She's dirtied my new shawl. If that bitch hadn't gone away, I'd have torn her eyes out!

NIKÍTA. That's enough. Why should you be angry? Now if I loved her. .. . 

AKOULÍNA. Loved her? She's worth loving, with her fat mug! If you'dhave given her up, then nothing would have happened. You should havesent her to the devil. And the house was mine all the same, and themoney was mine! Says she is the mistress, but what sort of mistress isshe to her husband? She's a murderess, that's what she is! She'llserve you the same way!

NIKÍTA. Oh dear, how's one to stop a woman's jaw? You don't yourselfknow what you're jabbering about!

AKOULÍNA. Yes, I do. I'll not live with her! I'll turn her out of thehouse! She can't live here with me. The mistress indeed! She's not themistress, --that jailbird!

NIKÍTA. That's enough! What have you to do with her? Don't mind her. You look at me! I am the master! I do as I like. I've ceased to loveher, and now I love you. I love who I like! The power is mine, she'sunder me. That's where I keep her. (Points to his feet. ) A pity we'veno concertina. 

 [Sings. 

"We have loaves on the stoves, We have porridge on the shelf. So we'lllive and be gay, Making merry every day, And when death comes, Thenwe'll die! We have loaves on the stoves, We have porridge on theshelf. .. . "

 [Enter MÍTRITCH. He takes off his outdoor things and climbs on the oven. 

MÍTRITCH. Seems the women have been fighting again! Tearing eachother's hair. Oh Lord, gracious Nicholas!

AKÍM. (sitting on the edge of the oven, takes his leg-bands and shoesand begins putting them on). Get in, get into the corner. 

MÍTRITCH. Seems they can't settle matters between them. Oh Lord!

NIKÍTA. Get out the liquor, we'll have some with our tea. 

NAN (to AKOULÍNA). Sister, the samovár is just boiling over. 

NIKÍTA. And where's your mother?

NAN. She's standing and crying out there in the passage. 

NIKÍTA. Oh, that's it! Call her, and tell her to bring the samovár. And you, Akoulína, get the tea things. 

AKOULÍNA. The tea things? All right. 

 [Brings the things. 

NIKÍTA (unpacks spirits, rusks, and salt herrings). That's for myself. This is yarn for the wife. The paraffin is out there in the passage, and here's the money. Wait a bit (takes a counting-frame); I'll add itup. (Adds. ) Wheat-flour, 80 kopeykas, oil . .. Father, 10 roubles . .. Father, come let's have some tea!

 [Silence. AKÍM sits on the oven and winds the bands round his legs. Enter ANÍSYA with samovár. 

ANÍSYA. Where shall I put it?

NIKÍTA. Here on the table. Well! have you been to the Elder? Ah, that's it! Have your say and then eat your words. Now then, that'senough. Don't be cross; sit down and drink this. (Fills a wine-glassfor her. ) And here's your present. 

 [Gives her the parcel he had been sitting on. ANÍSYA takes it silently and shakes her head. 

AKÍM (gets down and puts on his sheepskin, then comes up to the tableand puts down the money). Here, take your money back! Put it away. 

NIKÍTA (does not see the money). Why have you put on your things?

AKÍM. I'm going, going, I mean; forgive me, for the Lord's sake. 

 [Takes up his cap and belt. 

NIKÍTA. My gracious! Where are you going to at this time of night?

AKÍM. I can't, I mean what d'ye call 'em, in your house, what d'yecall 'em, can't stay I mean, stay, can't stay, forgive me. 

NIKÍTA. But are you going without having any tea?

AKÍM (fastens his belt). Going because, I mean, it's not right in yourhouse, I mean, what d'you call it, not right, Nikíta, in the house, what d'ye call it, not right! I mean, you are living a bad life, Nikíta, bad, --I'll go. 

NIKÍTA. Eh, now! Have done talking! Sit down and drink your tea!

ANÍSYA. Why, father, you'll shame us before the neighbors. What hasoffended you?

AKÍM. Nothing what d'ye call it, nothing has offended me, nothing atall! I mean only, I see, what d'you call it, I mean, I see my son, toruin, I mean, to ruin, I mean my son's on the road to ruin, I mean. 

NIKÍTA. What ruin? Just prove it!

AKÍM. Ruin, ruin; you're in the midst of it! What did I tell you thattime?

NIKÍTA. You said all sorts of things! Akím. I told you, what d'ye callit, I told you about the orphan lass. That you had wronged an orphan--Marína, I mean, wronged her!

NIKÍTA. Eh! he's at it again. Let bygones be bygones. .. . All that'spast!

AKÍM (excited). Past! No, lad, it's not past. Sin, I mean, fastens onto sin--drags sin after it, and you've stuck fast, Nikíta, fast insin! Stuck fast in sin! I see you're fast in sin. Stuck fast, sunk insin, I mean!

NIKÍTA. Sit down and drink your tea, and have done with it!

AKÍM. I can't, I mean can't what d'ye call it, can't drink tea. Because of your filth, I mean; I feel what d'ye call it, I feel sick, very sick! I can't what d'ye call it, I can't drink tea with you. 

NIKÍTA. Eh! There he goes rambling! Come to the table. 

AKÍM. You're in your riches same as in a net--you're in a net, I mean. Ah, Nikíta, it's the soul that God needs!

NIKÍTA. Now really, what right have you to reprove me in my own house?Why do you keep on at me? Am I a child that you can pull by the hair?Nowadays those things have been dropped!

AKÍM. That's true. I have heard that nowadays, what d'ye call it, thatnowadays children pull their fathers' beards, I mean! But that's ruin, that's ruin, I mean!

NIKÍTA (angrily). We are living without help from you, and it's youwho came to us with your wants!

AKÍM. The money? There's your money! I'll go begging, begging I mean, before I'll take it, I mean. 

NIKÍTA. That's enough! Why be angry and upset the whole company!

 [Holds him by the arm. 

AKÍM (shrieks). Let go! I'll not stay. I'd rather sleep under somefence than in the midst of your filth! Faugh! God forgive me!

 [Exit. 

NIKÍTA. Here's a go!

AKÍM (reopens the door). Come to your senses, Nikíta! It's the soulthat God wants!

 [Exit. 

AKOULÍNA (takes cups). Well, shall I pour out the tea?

 [Takes a cup. All are silent. 

MÍTRITCH (roars). Oh Lord be merciful to me a sinner!

 [All start. 

NIKÍTA (lies down on the bench). Oh, it's dull, it's dull! (ToAKOULÍNA. ) Where's the concertina?

AKOULÍNA. The concertina? He's bethought himself of it. Why, you tookit to be mended. I've poured out your tea. Drink it!

NIKÍTA. I don't want it! Put out the light. .. . Oh, how dull I feel, how dull!

 [Sobs. 

CURTAIN

ACT IV

Autumn. Evening. The moon is shining. The stage represents theinterior of courtyard. The scenery at the back shows, in the middle, the back porch of the hut. To the right the winter half of the hut andthe gate; to the left the summer half and the cellar. To the right ofthe stage is a shed. The sound of tipsy voices and shouts are heardfrom the hut. [5] SECOND NEIGHBOR WOMAN comes out of the hut andbeckons to FIRST NEIGHBOR WOMAN. 

SECOND NEIGHBOR. How's it Akoulína has not shown herself?

FIRST NEIGHBOR. Why hasn't she shown herself? She'd have been glad to;but she's too ill, you know. The suitor's relatives have come, andwant to see the girl; and she, my dear, she's lying in the cold hutand can't come out, poor thing!

SECOND NEIGHBOR. But how's that?

FIRST NEIGHBOR. They say she's been bewitched by an evil eye! She'sgot pains in the stomach!

SECOND NEIGHBOR. You don't say so?

FIRST NEIGHBOR. What else could it be?

 [Whispers. 

SECOND NEIGHBOR. Dear me! There's a go! But his relatives will surelyfind it out?

FIRST NEIGHBOR. They find it out! They're all drunk! Besides, they arechiefly after her dowry. Just think what they give with the girl! Twofurs, my dear, six dresses, a French shawl, and I don't know how manypieces of linen, and money as well, --two hundred roubles, it's said!

SECOND NEIGHBOR. That's all very well, but even money can't give muchpleasure in the face of such a disgrace. 

FIRST NEIGHBOR. Hush!. .. There's his father, I think. 

 [They cease talking and go into the hut. 

 [The SUITOR'S FATHER comes out of the hut hiccoughing. 

THE FATHER. Oh, I'm all in a sweat. It's awfully hot! Will just coolmyself a bit. (Stands puffing. ) The Lord only knows what--somethingis not right. I can't feel happy. --Well, it's the old woman's affair. 

 [Enter MATRYÓNA from hut. 

MATRYÓNA. And I was just thinking, where's the father? Where's thefather? And here you are, dear friend. .. . Well, dear friend, the Lordbe thanked! Everything is as honorable as can be! When one's arranginga match one should not boast. And I have never learnt to boast. But asyou've come about the right business, so with the Lord's help, you'llbe grateful to me all your life! She's a wonderful girl! There's noother like her in all the district!

THE FATHER. That's true enough, but how about the money?

MATRYÓNA. Don't you trouble about the money! All she had from herfather goes with her. And it's more than one gets easily, as thingsare nowadays. Three times fifty roubles!

THE FATHER. We don't complain, but it's for our own child. Naturallywe want to get the best we can. 

MATRYÓNA. I'll tell you straight, friend: if it hadn't been for me, you'd never have found anything like her! They've had an offer fromthe Karmilins, but I stood out against it. And as for the money, I'lltell you truly: when her father, God be merciful to his soul, wasdying, he gave orders that the widow should take Nikíta into thehomestead--of course I know all about it from my son, --and the moneywas to go to Akoulína. Why, another one might have thought of his owninterests, but Nikíta gives everything clean! It's no trifle. Fancywhat a sum it is!

THE FATHER. People are saying that more money was left her? The lad'ssharp too!

MATRYÓNA. Oh, dear soul alive! A slice in another's hand always looksbig; all she had will be handed over. I tell you, throw doubts to thewind and make all sure! What a girl she is! as fresh as a daisy!

THE FATHER. That's so. But my old woman and I were only wonderingabout the girl; why has she not come out? We've been thinking, supposeshe's sickly?

MATRYÓNA. Ah, ah. .. . Who? She? Sickly? Why, there's none to comparewith her in the district. The girl's as sound as a bell; you can'tpinch her. But you saw her the other day! And as for work, she'swonderful! She's a bit deaf, that's true, but there are spots on thesun, you know. And her not coming out, you see, it's from an evil eye!A spell's been cast on her! And I know the bitch who's done thebusiness! They know of the betrothal and they bewitched her. But Iknow a counter-spell. The girl will get up to-morrow. Don't you worryabout the girl!

THE FATHER. Well, of course, the thing's settled. 

MATRYÓNA. Yes, of course! Don't you turn back. And don't forget me, I've had a lot of trouble. Don't forget. .. . 

 [A woman's voice from the hut. 

Voice. If we are to go, let's go. Come along, Iván!

THE FATHER. I'm coming. 

 [Exeunt. Guests crowd together in the passage and prepare to go away. 

NAN (runs out of the hut and calls to ANÍSYA). Mother!

ANÍSYA (from inside. ) What d'you want?

NAN. Mother, come here, or they'll hear. 

 [ANÍSYA enters and they go together to the shed. 

ANÍSYA. Well? What is it? Where's Akoulína?

NAN She's gone into the barn. It's awful what's she's doing there! I'mblest! "I can't bear it, " she says. "I'll scream, " she says, "I'llscream out loud. " Blest if she didn't. 

ANÍSYA. She'll have to wait. We'll see our visitors off first. 

NAN. Oh, mother! She's so bad! And she's angry too. "What's the goodof their drinking my health?" she says. "I shan't marry, " she says. "Ishall die, " she says. Mother, supposing she does die! It's awful. I'mso frightened!

ANÍSYA. No fear, she'll not die. But don't you go near her. Comealong. 

 [Exit ANÍSYA and NAN. 

MÍTRITCH (comes in at the gate and begins collecting the scatteredhay). Oh, Lord! Merciful Nicholas! What a lot of liquor they've beenand swilled, and the smell they've made! It smells even out here! Butno, I don't want any, drat it! See how they've scattered the hayabout. They don't eat it, but only trample it under foot. A truss gonebefore you know it. Oh, that smell, it seems to be just under my nose!Drat it! (Yawns. ) It's time to go to sleep! But I don't care to gointo the hut. It seems to float just round my nose! It has a strongscent, the damned stuff! (The guests are heard driving off. ) They'reoff at last. Oh Lord! Merciful Nicholas! There they go, bindingthemselves and gulling one another. And it's all gammon!

 [Enter NIKÍTA. 

NIKÍTA. Mítritch, you get off to sleep and I'll put this straight. 

MÍTRITCH. All right, you throw it to the sheep. Well, have you seen'em all off?

NIKÍTA. Yes, they're off! But things are not right! I don't know whatto do!

MÍTRITCH. It's a fine mess. But there's the Foundlings'[6] for thatsort of thing. Whoever likes may drop one there; they'll take 'em all. Give 'em as many as you like, they ask no questions, and even pay--ifthe mother goes in as a wet-nurse. It's easy enough nowadays. 

NIKÍTA. But mind, Mítritch, don't go blabbing. 

MÍTRITCH. It's no concern of mine. Cover the tracks as you think best. Dear me, how you smell of liquor! I'll go in. Oh, Lord!

 [Exit, yawning. 

 [NIKÍTA is long silent. Sits down on a sledge. 

NIKÍTA. Here's a go!

 [Enter ANÍSYA. 

ANÍSYA. Where are you?

NIKÍTA. Here. 

ANÍSYA. What are you doing there? There's no time to be lost! We musttake it out directly!

NIKÍTA. What are we to do?

ANÍSYA. I'll tell you what you are to do. And you'll have to do it!

NIKÍTA. You'd better take it to the Foundlings'--if anything. 

ANÍSYA. Then you'd better take it there yourself if you like! You've ahankering for smut, but you're weak when it comes to settling up, Isee!

NIKÍTA. What's to be done?

ANÍSYA. Go down into the cellar, I tell you, and dig a hole!

NIKÍTA. Couldn't you manage, somehow, some other way?

ANÍSYA (imitating him). "Some other way?" Seems we can't "some otherway!" You should have thought about it a year ago. Do what you're toldto! Nikíta. Oh, dear, what a go!

 [Enter NAN. 

NAN. Mother! Grandmother's calling! I think sister's got a baby! I'mblest if it didn't scream!

ANÍSYA. What are you babbling about? Plague take you! It's kittenswhining there. Go into the hut and sleep, or I'll give it you!

NAN. Mammy dear, truly, I swear. .. . 

ANÍSYA (raising her arm as if to strike). I'll give it you! You be offand don't let me catch sight of you! (Nan runs into hut. To Nikíta. )Do as you're told, or else mind!

 [Exit. 

NIKÍTA (alone. After a long silence). Here's a go! Oh, these women!What a fix! Says you should have thought of it a year ago. When's oneto think beforehand? When's one to think? Why, last year this Anísyadangled after me. What was I to do? Am I a monk? The master died; andI covered my sin as was proper, so I was not to blame there. Aren'tthere lots of such cases? And then those powders. Did I put her up tothat? Why, had I known what the bitch was up to, I'd have killed her!I'm sure I should have killed her! She's made me her partner in thesehorrors--that jade! And she became loathsome to me from that day! Shebecame loathsome, loathsome to me as soon as mother told me about it. I can't bear the sight of her! Well, then, how could I live with her?And then it begun. .. . That wench began hanging round. Well, what was Ito do! If I had not done it, some one else would. And this is whatcomes of it! Still I'm not to blame in this either. Oh, what a go!(Sits thinking. ) They are bold, these women! What a plan to think of!But I won't have a hand in it!

 [Enter MATRYÓNA with a lantern and spade, panting. 

MATRYÓNA. Why are you sitting there like a hen on a perch? What didyour wife tell you to do? You just get things ready!

NIKÍTA. What do you mean to do?

MATRYÓNA. We know what to do. You do your share!

NIKÍTA. You'll be getting me into a mess!

MATRYÓNA. What? You're not thinking of backing out, are you? Now it'scome to this, and you back out!

NIKÍTA. Think what a thing it would be! It's a living soul. 

MATRYÓNA. A living soul indeed! Why, it's more dead than alive. Andwhat's one to do with it? Go and take it to the Foundlings'--it willdie just the same, and the rumor will get about, and people will talk, and the girl be left on our hands. 

NIKÍTA. And supposing it's found out?

MATRYÓNA. Not manage to do it in one's own house? We'll manage it sothat no one will have an inkling. Only do as I tell you. We womencan't do it without a man. There, take the spade, and get it donethere, --I'll hold the light. 

NIKÍTA. What am I to get done?

MATRYÓNA (in a low voice). Dig a hole; then we'll bring it out and getit out of the way in a trice! There, she's calling again. Now then, get in, and I'll go. 

NIKÍTA. Is it dead then?

MATRYÓNA. Of course it is. Only you must be quick, or else people willnotice! They'll see or they'll hear! The rascals must needs knoweverything. And the policeman went by this evening. Well then, you see(gives him the spade), you get down into the cellar and dig a holeright in the corner; the earth is soft there, and you'll smooth itover. Mother earth will not blab to any one; she'll keep it close. Gothen; go, dear. 

NIKÍTA. You'll get me into a mess, bother you! I'll go away! You do italone as best you can!

ANÍSYA (through the doorway). Well? Has he dug it?

MATRYÓNA. Why have you come away? What have you done with it?

ANÍSYA. I've covered it with rags. No one can hear it. Well, has hedug it?

MATRYÓNA. He doesn't want to!

ANÍSYA (springs out enraged). Doesn't want to! How will he likefeeding vermin in prison! I'll go straight away and tell everything tothe police! It's all the same if one must perish. I'll go straight andtell!

NIKÍTA (taken aback). What will you tell?

ANÍSYA. What? Everything! Who took the money? You! (NIKÍTA is silent. )And who gave the poison? I did! But you knew! You knew! You knew! Wewere in agreement!

MATRYÓNA. That's enough now. Nikíta dear, why are you obstinate?What's to be done now? One must take some trouble. Go, honey. 

ANÍSYA. See the fine gentleman! He doesn't like it! You've put upon melong enough! You've trampled me under foot! Now it's my turn! Go, Itell you, or else I'll do what I said. .. . There, take the spade;there, now go!

NIKÍTA. Drat you! Can't you leave a fellow alone! (Takes the spade, but shrinks. ) If I don't choose to, I'll not go!

ANÍSYA. Not go? (Begins to shout. ) Neighbors! Heh! heh!

MATRYÓNA (closes her mouth). What are you about? You're mad! He'llgo. .. . Go, sonny, go, my own. 

ANÍSYA. I'll cry murder!

NIKÍTA. Now stop! Oh, what people! You'd better be quick. .. . As wellbe hung for a sheep as a lamb!

 [Goes towards the cellar. 

MATRYÓNA. Yes, that's just it, honey. If you know how to amuseyourself, you must know how to hide the consequences. 

ANÍSYA (still excited). He's trampled on me . .. He and his slut! Butit's enough! I'm not going to be the only one! Let him also be amurderer! Then he'll know how it feels!

MATRYÓNA. There, there! How she flares up! Don't you be cross, lass, but do things quietly little by little, as it's best. You go to thegirl, and he'll do the work. 

 [Follows NIKÍTA to the cellar with a lantern. He descends into the cellar. 

ANÍSYA. And I'll make him strangle his dirty brat! (Still excited. )I've worried myself to death all alone, with Peter's bones weighing onmy mind! Let him feel it too! I'll not spare myself; I've said I'llnot spare myself!

NIKÍTA (from the cellar). Show a light!

MATRYÓNA (holds up the lantern to him. To ANÍSYA). He's digging. Goand bring it. 

ANÍSYA. You stay with him, or he'll go away, the wretch! And I'll goand bring it. 

MATRYÓNA. Mind, don't forget to baptize it, or I will if you like. Have you a cross?

ANÍSYA. I'll find one. Ï know how to do it. 

 [Exit. 

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See at end of Act, VARIATION, which may be used instead of thefollowing. 

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MATRYÓNA. How the woman bristled up! But one must allow she's been putupon. Well, but with the Lord's help, when we've covered thisbusiness, there'll be an end of it. We'll shove the girl off withoutany trouble. My son will live in comfort. The house, thank God, is asfull as an egg. They'll not forget me either. Where would they havebeen without Matryóna? They'd not have known how to contrive things. (Peering into the cellar. ) Is it ready, sonny? Nikíta (puts out hishead). What are you about there? Bring it quick! What are you dawdlingfor? If it is to be done, let it be done. 

MATRYÓNA (goes towards door of the hut and meets ANÍSYA. ANÍSYA comesout with a baby wrapped in rags). Well, have you baptized it?

ANÍSYA. Why, of course. It was all I could do to take it away--shewouldn't give it up!

 [Comes forward and hands it to NIKÍTA. 

NIKÍTA (does not take it). You bring it yourself!

ANÍSYA. Take it, I tell you!

 [Throws the baby to him. 

NIKÍTA (catches it). It's alive! Gracious me, it's moving! It's alive!What am I to. .. . 

ANÍSYA (snatches the baby from him and throws it into the cellar). Bequick and smother it, and then it won't be alive! (Pushes NIKÍTAdown. ) It's your doing, and you must finish it. 

MATRYÓNA (sits on the doorstep of the hut). He's tender-hearted. It'shard on him, poor dear. Well, what of that? Isn't it also his sin?

 [ANÍSYA stands by the cellar. 

MATRYÓNA (sits looking at her and discourses). Oh, oh, oh! Howfrightened he was: well, but what of that? If it is hard, it's theonly thing to be done. Where was one to put it? And just think, howoften it happens that people pray to God to have children! But no, Godgives them none; or they are all still-born. Look at our priest's wifenow. .. . And here, where it's not wanted, here it lives. (Looks towardsthe cellar. ) I suppose he's finished. (To ANÍSYA. ) Well?

ANÍSYA (looking into the cellar). He's put a board on it and issitting on it. It must be finished!

MATRYÓNA. Oh, oh! One would be glad not to sin, but what's one to do?

 [Re-enter NIKÍTA from cellar, trembling all over. 

NIKÍTA. It's still alive! I can't! It's alive!

ANÍSYA. If it's alive, where are you off to?

 [Tries to stop him. 

NIKÍTA (rushes at her). Go away! I'll kill you! (Catches hold of herarms; she escapes, he runs after her with the spade. MATRYÓNA runstowards him and stops him. ANÍSYA runs into the porch. MATRYÓNA triesto wrench the spade from him. To his mother. ) I'll kill you! I'll killyou! Go away! (MATRYÓNA runs to ANÍSYA in the porch. NIKÍTA stops. )I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!

MATRYÓNA. That's because he's so frightened! Never mind, it will pass!

NIKÍTA. What have they made me do? What have they made me do? How itwhimpered. .. . How it crunched under me! What have they done withme?. .. And it's really alive, still alive! (Listens in silence. ) It'swhimpering. .. There, it's whimpering. 

 [Runs to the cellar. 

MATRYÓNA (to ANÍSYA). He's going; it seems he means to bury it. Nikíta, you'd better take the lantern!

NIKÍTA (does not heed her, but listens by the cellar door). I can hearnothing! I suppose it was fancy! (Moves away, then stops. ) How thelittle bones crunched under me. Krr . .. Kr. .. . What have they made medo? (Listens again. ) Again whimpering! It's really whimpering! Whatcan it be? Mother! Mother, I say!

 [Goes up to her. 

MATRYÓNA. What is it, sonny?

NIKÍTA. Mother, my own mother, I can't do any more! Can't do any more!My own mother, have some pity on me!

MATRYÓNA. Oh dear, how frightened you are, my darling! Come, come, drink a drop to give you courage!

NIKÍTA. Mother, mother! It seems my time has come! What have you donewith me? How the little bones crunched, and how it whimpered! My ownmother! What have you done with me?

 [Steps aside and sits down on the sledge. 

MATRYÓNA. Come, my own, have a drink! It certainly does seem uncannyat night-time. But wait a bit. When the day breaks, you know, and oneday and another passes, you'll forget even to think of it. Wait a bit;when the girl's married we'll even forget to think of it. But you goand have a drink; have a drink! I'll go and put things straight in thecellar myself. 

NIKÍTA (rouses himself). Is there any drink left? Perhaps I can drinkit off!

 [Exit. 

 [ANÍSYA, who has stood all the time by the door, silently makes way for him. 

MATRYÓNA. Go, go, honey, and I'll set to work! I'll go down myself anddig! Where has he thrown the spade to? (Finds the spade, and goes downinto the cellar. ) Anísya, come here! Hold the light, will you?

ANÍSYA. And what of him?

MATRYÓNA. He's so frightened! You've been too hard with him. Leave himalone, he'll come to his senses. God help him! I'll set to workmyself. Put the lantern down here. I can see. 

 [MATRYÓNA disappears into the cellar. 

ANÍSYA. (looking towards the door by which Nikíta entered the hut). Well, have you had enough spree? You've been puffing yourself up, butnow you'll know how it feels! You'll lose some of your bluster!

NIKÍTA (rushes out of the hut towards the cellar). Mother! Mother, Isay!

MATRYÓNA (puts out her head). What is it, sonny?

NIKÍTA (listening) Don't bury it, it's alive? Don't you hear? Alive!There--it's whimpering! There . .. Quite plain!

MATRYÓNA. How can it whimper? Why, you've flattened it into a pancake!The whole head is smashed to bits!

NIKÍTA. What is it then? (Stops his ears. ) It's still whimpering! I amlost! Lost! What have they done with me?. .. Where shall I go?

 [Sits down on the step. 

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VARIATION

Instead of the end of Act IV. (from the words, "ANÍSYA. I'll find one. I know how to do it. [Exit]") the following variation may be read, andis the one usually acted. 

 * * * * *

SCENE II

The interior of the hut as in Act I. 

NAN lies on the bench, and is covered with a coat. MÍTRITCH is sittingon the oven smoking. 

MÍTRITCH. Dear me! How they've made the place smell I Drat 'em!They've been spilling the fine stuff. Even tobacco don't get rid ofthe smell! It keeps tickling one's nose so. Oh Lord! But it's bedtime, I guess. 

 [Approaches the lamp to put it out. 

NAN (jumps up, and remains sitting up). Daddy dear, [7] don't put itout!

MÍTRITCH. Not put it out? Why?

NAN. Didn't you hear them making a row in the yard? (Listens. ) D'youhear, there in the barn again now?

MÍTRITCH. What's that to you? I guess no one's asked you to mind! Liedown and sleep! And I'll turn down the light. 

 [Turns down lamp. 

NAN. Daddy darling! Don't put it right out; leave a little bit if onlyas big as a mouse's eye, else it's so frightening!

MÍTRITCH (laughs). All right, all right. (Sits down by her. ) What'sthere to be afraid of?

NAN. How can one help being frightened, daddy! Sister did go on so!She was beating her head against the box! (Whispers. ) You know, I know. .. A little baby is going to be born. .. . It's already born, Ithink. .. . 

MÍTRITCH. Eh, what a little busybody it is! May the frogs tick her!Must needs know everything. Lie down and sleep! (NAN lies down. )That's right! (Tucks her up. ) That's right! There now, if you know toomuch you'll grow old too soon. 

NAN. And you are going to lie on the oven?

Mitrich. Well, of course! What a little silly you are, now I come tolook at you! Must needs know everything. (Tucks her up again, thenstands up to go. ) There now, lie still and sleep!

 [Goes up to the oven. 

NAN. It gave just one cry, and now there's nothing to be heard. 

MÍTRITCH. Oh Lord! Gracious Nicholas! What is it you can't hear?

NAN. The baby. 

MÍTRITCH. There is none, that's why you can't hear it. 

NAN. But I heard it! Blest if I didn't hear it! Such a thin voice!

MÍTRITCH. Heard indeed! Much you heard! Well, if you know, --why thenit was just such a little girl as you that the bogey popped into hisbag and made off with. 

NAN. What bogey?

MÍTRITCH. Why, just his very self! (Climbs up on to the oven. ) Theoven is beautifully warm to-night. Quite a treat! Oh Lord! GraciousNicholas!

NAN. Daddy! are you going to sleep?

MÍTRITCH. What else? Do you think I'm going to sing songs?

 [Silence. 

NAN. Daddy! Daddy, I say! They are digging! they're digging--don'tyou hear? Blest if they're not, they're digging!

MÍTRITCH. What are you dreaming about? Digging! Digging in the night!Who's digging? The cow's rubbing herself, that's all. Digging indeed!Go to sleep I tell you, else I'll just put out the light!

NAN. Daddy darling, don't put it out! I won't . .. Truly, truly, Iwon't. It's so frightful!

MÍTRITCH. Frightful? Don't be afraid and then it won't be frightful. Look at her, she's afraid, and then says it's frightful. How can ithelp being frightful if you are afraid? Eh, what a stupid little girl!

 [Silence. The cricket chirps. 

NAN (whispers). Daddy! I say, daddy! Are you asleep?

MÍTRITCH. Now then, what d'you want?

NAN. What's the bogey like?

MÍTRITCH. Why, like this! When he finds such a one as you, who won'tsleep, he comes with a sack and pops the girl into it, then in he getshimself, head and all, lifts her dress, and gives her a fine whipping!

NAN. What with?

MÍTRITCH. He takes a birch-broom with him. 

NAN. But he can't see there--inside the sack!

MÍTRITCH. He'll see, no fear!

NAN. But I'll bite him. 

MÍTRITCH. No, friend, him you can't bite!

NAN. Daddy, there's some one coming! Who is it? Oh gracious goodness!Who can it be?

MÍTRITCH. Well, if some one's coming, let them come! What's the matterwith you? I suppose it's your mother!

 [Enter ANÍSYA. 

ANÍSYA (NAN pretends to be asleep). Mítritch!

MÍTRITCH. What?

ANÍSYA. What's the lamp burning for? We are going to sleep in thesummer-hut. 

MÍTRITCH. Why, you see I've only just got straight. I'll put the lightout all right. 

ANÍSYA (rummages in her box and grumbles). When a thing's wanted onenever can find it!

MÍTRITCH. Why, what is it you are looking for?

ANÍSYA. I'm looking for a cross. Suppose it were to die unbaptized! Itwould be a sin, you know!

MÍTRITCH. Of course it would! Everything in due order. .. . Have youfound it?

ANÍSYA. Yes, I've found it. 

 [Exit. 

MÍTRITCH. That's right, else I'd have lent her mine. Oh Lord!

NAN (jumps up trembling). Oh, oh, daddy! Don't go to sleep; forgoodness' sake, don't! It's so frightful!

MÍTRITCH. What's frightful?

NAN. It will die--the little baby will! At Aunt Irene's the old womanalso baptized the baby, and it died!

MÍTRITCH. If it dies, they'll bury it!

NAN. But maybe it wouldn't have died, only old Granny Matryóna'sthere! Didn't I hear what granny was saying? I heard her! Blest if Ididn't!

MÍTRITCH. What did you hear? Go to sleep, I tell you. Cover yourselfup, head and all, and let's have an end of it!

NAN. If it lived, I'd nurse it!

MÍTRITCH (roars). Oh Lord!

NAN. Where will they put it?

MÍTRITCH. In the right place! It's no business of yours! Go to sleep Itell you, else mother will come; she'll give it you!

 [Silence. 

NAN. Daddy! Eh, daddy! That girl, you know, you were telling about--they didn't kill her?

MÍTRITCH. That girl? Oh yes. That girl turned out all right!

NAN. How was it? You were saying you found her?

MÍTRITCH. Well, we just found her!

NAN. But where did you find her? Do tell!

MÍTRITCH. Why, in their own house; that's where! We came to a village, the soldiers began hunting about in the house, when suddenly there'sthat same little girl lying on the floor, flat on her stomach. We weregoing to give her a knock on the head, but all at once I felt thatsorry, that I took her up in my arms; but no, she wouldn't let me!Made herself so heavy, quite a hundredweight, and caught hold whereshe could with her hands, so that one couldn't get them off! Well, soI began stroking her head. It was so bristly, --just like a hedgehog! SoI stroked and stroked, and she quieted down at last. I soaked a bit ofrusk and gave it her. She understood that, and began nibbling. Whatwere we to do with her? We took her; took her, and began feeding andfeeding her, and she got so used to us that we took her with us on themarch, and so she went about with us. Ah, she was a fine girl!

NAN. Yes, and not baptized?

MÍTRITCH. Who can tell! They used to say, not altogether. 'Cos why, those people weren't our own. 

NAN. Germans?

MÍTRITCH. What an idea! Germans! Not Germans, but Asiatics. They arejust the same as Jews, but still not Jews. Polish, yet Asiatics. Curls. .. Or, Curdlys is their name. .. . I've forgotten what it is![8] Wecalled the girl Sáshka. She was a fine girl, Sáshka was! There now, I've forgotten everything I used to know! But that girl--the deucetake her--seems to be before my eyes now! Out of all my time ofservice, I remember how they flogged me, and I remember that girl. That's all I remember! She'd hang round one's neck, and one 'ud carryher so. That was a girl, --if you wanted a better you'd not find one!We gave her away afterwards. The captain's wife took her to bring upas her daughter. So--she was all right! How sorry the soldiers were tolet her go!

NAN. There now, daddy, and I remember when father was dying, --youwere not living with us then. Well, he called Nikíta and says, "Forgive me, Nikíta!" he says, and begins to cry. (Sighs. ) That alsofelt very sad!

MÍTRITCH. Yes; there now, so it is. .. . 

NAN. Daddy! Daddy, I say! There they are again, making a noise in thecellar! Oh gracious heavens! Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh, daddy! They'll dosomething to it! They'll make away with it, and it's so little! Oh, oh!

 [Covers up her head and cries. 

MÍTRITCH (listening). Really they're up to some villainy, blow them toshivers! Oh, these women are vile creatures! One can't say much formen either; but women!. .. They are like wild beasts, and stick atnothing!

NAN (rising). Daddy; I say, daddy!

MÍTRITCH. Well, what now?

NAN. The other day a traveller stayed the night; he said that when aninfant died its soul goes up straight to heaven. Is that true?

MÍTRITCH. Who can tell? I suppose so. Well?

NAN. Oh, it would be best if I died too. 

 [Whimpers. 

MÍTRITCH. Then you'd be off the list!

NAN. Up to ten one's an infant, and maybe one's soul would go to God. Else one's sure to go to the bad!

MÍTRITCH. And how to the bad? How should the likes of you not go tothe bad? Who teaches you? What do you see? What do you hear? Onlyvileness! I, though I've not been taught much, still know a thing ortwo. I'm not quite like a peasant woman. A peasant woman, what is she?Just mud! There are many millions of the likes of you in Russia, andall as blind as moles--knowing nothing! All sorts of spells: how tostop the cattle-plague with a plough, and how to cure children byputting them under the perches in the hen-house! That's what theyknow!

NAN. Yes, mother also did that!

MÍTRITCH. Yes, --there it is, --just so! So many millions of girls andwomen, and all like beasts in a forest! As she grows up, so she dies!Never sees anything; never hears anything. A peasant, --he may learnsomething at the pub, or maybe in prison, or in the army, --as I did. But a woman? Let alone about God, she doesn't even know rightly whatFriday it is! Friday! Friday! But ask her what's Friday? She don'tknow! They're like blind puppies, creeping about and poking theirnoses into the dungheap. .. . All they know are their silly songs. Ho, ho, ho, ho! But what they mean by ho-ho, they don't know themselves!

NAN. But I, daddy, I do know half the Lord's Prayer!

MÍTRITCH. A lot you know! But what Can one expect of you? Who teachesyou? Only a tipsy peasant--with the strap perhaps! That's all theteaching you get! I don't know who'll have to answer for you. For arecruit, the drill-sergeant or the corporal has to answer; but for thelikes of you there's no one responsible! Just as the cattle that haveno herdsman are the most mischievous, so with you women--you are thestupidest class! The most foolish class is yours!

NAN. Then what's one to do?

MÍTRITCH. That's what one has to do. .. . You just cover up your headand sleep! Oh Lord!

 [Silence. The cricket chirps. 

NAN (jumps up). Daddy! Some one's screaming awfully! Blest if some oneisn't screaming! Daddy darling, it's coming here!

MÍTRITCH. Cover up your head, I tell you!

 [Enter NIKÍTA, followed by MATRYÓNA. 

NIKÍTA. What have they done with me? What have they done with me?

MATRYÓNA. Have a drop, honey; have a drop of drink! What's the matter?

 [Fetches the spirits and sets the bottle before him. 

NIKÍTA. Give it here! Perhaps the drink will help me!

MATRYÓNA. Mind! They're not asleep! Here you are, have a drop!

NIKÍTA. What does it all mean? Why did you plan it? You might havetaken it somewhere!

MATRYÓNA (whispers). Sit still a bit and drink a little more, or havea smoke. It will ease your thoughts!

NIKÍTA. My own mother! My turn seems to have come! How it began towhimper, and how the little bones crunched . .. Krr. .. . I'm not a mannow!

MATRYÓNA. Eh, now, what's the use of talking so silly! Of course itdoes seem fearsome at night, but wait till the daylight comes, and aday or two passes, and you'll forget to think of it!

 [Goes up to NIKÍTA and puts her hand on his shoulder. 

NIKÍTA. Go away from me! What have you done with me?

MATRYÓNA. Come, come, sonny! Now, really, what's the matter with you?

 [Takes his hand. 

NIKÍTA. Go away from me! I'll kill you! It's all one to me now! I'llkill you!

MATRYÓNA. Oh, oh, how frightened he's got! You should go and have asleep now!

NIKÍTA. I have nowhere to go; I'm lost!

MATRYÓNA (shaking her head). Oh, oh, I'd better go and tidy things up. He'll sit and rest a bit, and it will pass!

 [Exit. 

 [NIKÍTA sits with his face in his hands. MÍTRITCH and NAN seemstunned. 

NIKÍTA. It's whining! It's whining! It is really--there, there, quiteplain! She'll bury it, really she will! (Runs to the door. ) Mother, don't bury it, it's alive. .. . 

 [Enter MATRYÓNA. 

MATRYÓNA (whispers). Now then, what is it? Heaven help you! Why won'tyou get to rest? How can it be alive? All its bones are crushed!

NIKÍTA. Give me more drink. 

 [Drinks. 

MATRYÓNA. Now go, sonny. You'll fall asleep now all right. 

NIKÍTA (stands listening). Still alive . .. There . .. It's whining!Don't you hear?. .. There!

MATRYÓNA (whispers). No! I tell you!

NIKÍTA. Mother! My own mother! I've ruined my life! What have you donewith me? Where am I to go?

 [Runs out of the hut; MATRYÓNA follows him. 

NAN. Daddy dear, darling, they've smothered it!

MÍTRITCH (angrily). Go to sleep, I tell you! Oh dear, may the frogskick you! I'll give it to you with the broom! Go to sleep, I tell you!

NAN. Daddy, my treasure! Something is catching hold of my shoulders, something is catching hold with its paws! Daddy dear . .. Really, really . .. I must go! Daddy, darling! let me get up on the oven withyou! Let me, for Heaven's sake! Catching hold . .. Catching hold! Oh!

 [Runs to the stove. 

MÍTRITCH. See how they've frightened the girl. .. . What vile creaturesthey are! May the frogs kick them! Well then, climb up. Nan (climbs onoven). But don't you go away! Mítritch. Where should I go to? Climbup, climb up! Oh Lord! Gracious Nicholas! Holy Mother!. .. How theyhave frightened the girl. (Covers her up. ) There's a little fool--really a little fool! How they've frightened her; really, they arevile creatures! The deuce take 'em!

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ACT V

SCENE I

In front of scene a stack-stand, to the left a thrashing ground, tothe right a barn. The barn doors are open. Straw is strewn about inthe doorway. The hut with yard and out-buildings is seen in thebackground, whence proceed sounds of singing and of a tambourine. TwoGIRLS are walking past the barn towards the hut. 

FIRST GIRL. There, you see we've managed to pass without so much asgetting our boots dirty! But to come by the street is terribly muddy!(Stop and wipe their boots on the straw. FIRST GIRL looks at the strawand sees something . ) What's that?

SECOND GIRL (looks where the straw lies and sees some one). It'sMÍTRITCH, their laborer. Just look how drunk he is!

FIRST GIRL. Why, I thought be didn't drink. 

SECOND GIRL. It seems he didn't, until it was going around. FirstGirl. Just see! He must have come to fetch some straw. Look! he's gota rope in his hand, and he's fallen asleep. 

SECOND GIRL (listening). They're still singing the praises. [9] So Is'pose the bride and bridegroom have not yet been blessed! They sayAkoulína didn't even lament![10]

FIRST GIRL. Mammie says she is marrying against her will. Herstepfather threatened her, or else she'd not have done it for theworld! Why, you know what they've been saying about her?

MARÍNA (catching up the GIRLS). How d'you you do, lassies?

GIRLS. How d'you do?

MARÍNA. Going to the wedding, my dears?

FIRST GIRL. It's nearly over! We've come just to have a look. 

MARÍNA. Would you call my old man for me? Simon, from Zoúevo; butsurely you know him?

FIRST GIRL. To be sure we do; he's a relative of the bridegroom's, Ithink?

MARÍNA. Of course; he's my old man's nephew, the bridegroom is. 

SECOND GIRL. Why don't you go yourself? Fancy not going to a wedding!

MARÍNA. I have no mind for it, and no time either. It's time for us tobe going home. We didn't mean to come to the wedding. We were takingoats to town. We only stopped to feed the horse, and they made my oldman go in. 

FIRST GIRL. Where did you put up then? At Fyódoritch's?

MARÍNA. Yes. Well then, I'll stay here and you go and call him, mydear--my old man. Call him, my pet, and say "Your missis, Marína, saysyou must go now!" His mates are harnessing. 

FIRST GIRL. Well, all right--if you won't go in yourself. 

 [The GIRLS go away towards the house along a footpath. Sounds of songs and tambourine. 

MARÍNA (alone, stands thinking). I might go in, but I don't like to, because I have not met him since that day he threw me over. It's morethan a year now. But I'd have liked to have a peep and see how helives with his Anísya. People say they don't get on. She's a coarsewoman, and with a character of her own. I should think he's rememberedme more than once. He's been caught by the idea of a comfortable lifeand has changed me for it. But, God help him, I don't cherishill-will! Then it hurt! Oh dear, it was pain! But now it's worn awayand been forgotten. But I'd like to have seen him. (Looks towards hutand sees NIKÍTA. ) Look there! Why, he is coming here! Have the girlstold him? How's it he has left his guests? I'll go away! (NIKÍTAapproaches, hanging his head down, swinging his arms, and muttering. )And how sullen he looks!

NIKÍTA (sees and recognises MARÍNA). Marína, dearest friend, littleMARÍNA, what do you want?

MARÍNA. I have come for my old man. 

NIKÍTA. Why didn't you come to the wedding? You might have had a lookround, and a laugh at my expense!

MARÍNA. What have I to laugh at? I've come for my husband. 

NIKÍTA. Ah, Marína dear!

 [Tries to embrace her. 

MARÍNA (steps angrily aside). You'd better drop that sort of thing, Nikíta! What has been is past! I've come for my husband. Is he in yourhouse?

NIKÍTA. So I must not remember the past? You won't let me?

MARÍNA. It's no use recalling the past! What used to be is over now!

NIKÍTA. And can never come back, you mean?

MARÍNA. And will never come back! But why have you gone away? You, themaster, --and to go away from the feast!

NIKÍTA (sits down on the straw). Why have I gone away? Eh, if youknew, if you had any idea. .. . I'm dull, Marína, so dull that I wish myeyes would not see! I rose from the table and left them, to get awayfrom the people. If I could only avoid seeing any one!

MARÍNA (coming nearer to him). How's that?

NIKÍTA. This is how it is: when I eat, it's there! When I drink, it'sthere! When I sleep, it's there! I'm so sick of it--so sick! But it'schiefly because I'm all alone that I'm so sick, Marína. I have no oneto share my trouble. 

MARÍNA. You can't live your life without trouble, Nikíta. However, I've wept over mine and wept it away. 

NIKÍTA. The former, the old trouble! Ah, dear friend, you've weptyours away, and I've got mine up to there!

 [Puts his hand to his throat. 

MARÍNA. But why?

NIKÍTA. Why, I'm sick of my whole life! I am sick of myself! Ah, MARÍNA, why did you not know how to keep me? You've ruined me, andyourself too! Is this life?

MARÍNA (stands by the barn crying, but restrains herself). I do notcomplain of my life, Nikíta! God grant every one a life like mine. Ido not complain. I confessed to my old man at the time, and he forgaveme. And he does not reproach me. I'm not discontented with my life. The old man is quiet, and is fond of me, and I keep his childrenclothed and washed! He is really kind to me. Why should I complain? Itseems God willed it so. And what's the matter with your life? You arerich. .. . 

NIKÍTA. My life!. .. It's only that I don't wish to disturb the weddingfeast, or I'd take this rope here (takes hold of the rope on thestraw) and throw it across that rafter there. Then I'd make a nooseand stretch it out, and I'd climb on to that rafter and jump down withmy head in the noose! That's what my life is!

MARÍNA. That's enough! Lord help you!

NIKÍTA. You think I'm joking? You think I'm drunk? I'm not drunk!To-day even drink takes no hold on me! I'm devoured by misery! Miseryis eating me up completely, so that I care for nothing! Oh littleMarína, it's only with you I ever lived! Do you remember how we usedto while away the nights together at the railway?

MARÍNA. Don't you rub the sores, Nikíta! I'm bound legally now, andyou too. My sin has been forgiven, don't disturb. .. 

NIKÍTA. What shall I do with my heart? Where am I to turn to?

MARÍNA. What's there to be done? You've got a wife. Don't go lookingat others, but keep to your own! You loved Anísya, then go on lovingher!

NIKÍTA. Oh, that Anísya, she's gall and wormwood to me, but she'sround my feet like rank weeds!

MARÍNA. Whatever she is, still she's your wife. .. . But what's the useof talking; you'd better go to your visitors, and send my husband tome. 

NIKÍTA. Oh dear, if you knew the whole business. .. But there's no goodtalking!

 [Enter MARÍNA'S husband, red and tipsy, and NAN. 

MARÍNA'S HUSBAND. Marína! Missis! My old woman! are you here?

NIKÍTA. There's your husband calling you. Go!

MARÍNA. And you?

NIKÍTA. I? I'll lie down here for a bit!

 [Lies down on the straw. 

Husband. Where is she then?

NAN. There she is, near the barn. 

HUSBAND. What are you standing there for? Come to the feast! The hostswant you to come and do them honor! The wedding party is just going tostart, and then we can go too. 

MARÍNA (going towards her husband). I didn't want to go in. 

HUSBAND. Come on, I tell you! You'll drink a glass to our nephewPeter's health, the rascal! Else the hosts might take offense! There'splenty of time for our business. 

 [MARÍNA'S husband puts his arm around her, and goes reeling out with her. 

NIKÍTA (rises and sits down on the straw). Ah, now that I've seen her, life seems more sickening than ever! It was only with her that I everreally lived! I've ruined my life for nothing! I've done for myself!(Lies down. ) Where can I go? If mother earth would but open andswallow me!

NAN (sees NIKÍTA, and runs towards him). Daddy, I say, daddy! They'relooking for you! Her godfather and all of them have already blessedher. Truly they have, they're getting cross!

NIKÍTA (aside). Where can I go to?

NAN. What? What are you saying?

NIKÍTA. I'm not saying anything! Don't bother!

NAN. Daddy! Come, I say! (NIKÍTA is silent, NAN pulls him by thehand. ) Dad, go and bless them! My word, they're angry, they'regrumbling!

NIKÍTA (drags away his hand). Leave me alone!

NAN. Now then!

NIKÍTA (threatens her with the rope). Go, I say! I'll give it you!

NAN. Then I'll send mother!

 [Runs away. 

NIKÍTA (rises). How can I go? How can I take the holy icón in myhands? How am I to look her in the face! (Lies down again. ) Oh, ifthere were a hole in the ground, I'd jump in! No one should see me, and I should see no one! (Rises again. ) No, I shan't go. .. . May theyall go to the devil, I shan't go! (Takes the rope and makes a noose, and tries it on his neck. ) That's the way!

 [Enter MATRYÓNA. NIKÍTA sees his mother, takes the rope off his neck, and again lies down in the straw. 

MATRYÓNA (comes in hurriedly). Nikíta! Nikíta, I say! He don't evenanswer! Nikíta, what's the matter? Have you had a drop too much? Come, Nikíta dear; come, honey! The people are tired of waiting. 

NIKÍTA. Oh dear, what have you done with me? I'm a lost man!

MATRYÓNA. But what is the matter then? Come, my own; come, give themyour blessing, as is proper and honorable, and then it'll all be over!Why, the people are waiting!

NIKÍTA. How can I give blessings?

MATRYÓNA. Why, in the usual way! Don't you know?

NIKÍTA. I know, I know! But who is it I am to bless? What have I doneto her?

MATRYÓNA. What have you done? Eh, now he's going to remember it! Why, who knows anything about it? Not a soul! And the girl is going of herown accord. 

NIKÍTA. Yes, but how?

MATRYÓNA. Because she's afraid, of course. But still she's going. Besides, what's to be done now? She should have thought sooner! Nowshe can't refuse. And his kinsfolks can't take offense either. Theysaw the girl twice, and get money with her too! It's all safe andsound!

NIKÍTA. Yes, but what's in the cellar?

MATRYÓNA (laughs). In the cellar? Why, cabbages, mushrooms, potatoes, I suppose! Why remember the past?

NIKÍTA. I'd be only too glad to forget it; but I can't! When I let mymind go, it's just as if I heard. .. . Oh, what have you done with me?

MATRYÓNA. Now, what are you humbugging for?

NIKÍTA (turns face downward). Mother! Don't torment me! I've got it upto there!

 [Puts his hand to his throat. 

MATRYÓNA. Still it has to be done! As it is, people are talking. "Themaster's gone away and won't come; he can't make up his mind to givehis blessing. " They'll be putting two and two together. As soon asthey see you're frightened they'll begin guessing. "The thief nonesuspect who walks bold and erect!" But you'll be getting out of thefrying-pan into the fire! Above all, lad, don't show it; don't losecourage, else they'll find out all the more!

NIKÍTA. Oh dear! You have snared me into a trap!

MATRYÓNA. That'll do, I tell you; come along! Come in and give yourblessing, as is right and honorable;--and there's an end of thematter!

NIKÍTA (lies face down). I can't!

MATRYÓNA (aside). What has come over him? He seemed all right, andsuddenly this comes over him! It seems he's bewitched! Get up, Nikíta!See! There's Anísya coming; she's left her guests!

 [ANÍSYA enters, dressed up, red and tipsy. 

ANÍSYA. Oh, how nice it is, mother! So nice, so respectable! And howthe people are pleased. .. . But where is he?

MATRYÓNA. Here, honey, he's here; he's laid down on the straw andthere he lies! He won't come!

NIKÍTA (looking at his wife). Just see, she's tipsy too! When I lookat her my heart seems to turn! How can one live with her? (Turns onhis face. ) I'll kill her some day! It'll be worse then!

ANÍSYA. Only look, how he's got all among the straw! Is it the drink?(Laughs. ) I'd not mind lying down there with you, but I've no time!Come, I'll lead you! It is so nice in the house! It's a treat to lookon! A concertina! And the women singing so well! All tipsy! Everythingso respectable, so nice!

NIKÍTA. What's nice?

ANÍSYA. The wedding--such a jolly wedding! They all say it's quite anuncommon fine wedding. All so respectable, so nice! Come along! We'llgo together! I have had a drop, but I can give you a hand yet!

 [Takes his hand. 

NIKÍTA. (pulls it back with disgust). Go alone! I'll come!

ANÍSYA. What, are you humbugging for? We've got rid of all the bother, we've got rid of her as came between us; now we have nothing to do butto live and be merry! And all so respectable, and quite legal! I'm sopleased! I have no words for it! It's just as if I were going to marryyou over again! And oh, the people, they are pleased! They're allthanking us! And the guests are all of the best: Iván Mosévitch isthere, and the Police Officer; they've also been singing songs ofpraise!

NIKÍTA. Then you should have stayed with them! What have you come for?

ANÍSYA. True enough, I must go back! Else what does it look like! Thehosts both go and leave the visitors! And the guests are all of thebest!

NIKÍTA (gets up and brushes the straw off himself). Go, and I'll comeat once!

MATRYÓNA. Just see! He listens to the young bird, but wouldn't listento the old one! He would not hear me, but he follows his wife at once!(MATRYÓNA and ANÍSYA turn to go. ) Well, are you coming?

NIKÍTA. I'll come directly! You go and I'll follow! I'll come and givemy blessing! (The women stop. ) Go on! I'll follow! Now then, go! (Exitwomen. Sits down and takes his boots off. ) Yes, I'm going! A likelything! No, you'd better look at the rafter for me! I'll fix the nooseand jump with it from the rafter, then you can look for me! And therope is here just handy. (Ponders. ) I'd have got over it, over anysorrow--I'd have got over that. But this now--here it is, deep in myheart, and I can't get over it! (Looks towards the yard. ) Surely she'snot coming back? (Imitates ANÍSYA. ) "So nice, so nice. I'd lie downhere with you. " Oh, the baggage! Well, then, here I am! Come andcuddle when they've taken me down from the rafter! There's only oneway!

 [Takes the rope and pulls it. 

 [MÍTRITCH, who is tipsy, sits up and won't let go of the rope. 

MÍTRITCH. Shan't give it up! Shan't give it to no one! I'll bring itmyself! I said I'd bring the straw--and so I will! Nikíta, is thatyou? (Laughs. ) Oh, the devil! Have you come to get the straw?

NIKÍTA. Give me the rope!

Mítrich. No, you wait a bit! The peasants sent me! I'll bring it. .. . (Rises to his feet and begins getting the straw together, but reelsfor a time, then falls. ) It has beaten me. It's stronger. .. . 

NIKÍTA. Give me the rope!

MÍTRITCH. Didn't I say I won't! Oh, Nikíta, you're as stupid as a hog!(Laughs. ) I love you, but you're a fool! You see that I'm drunk . .. Devil take you! You think I need you?. .. You just look at me; I'm aNon . .. Fool, can't say it--Non-commissioned Officer of Her Majesty'svery First Regiment of Grenadier Guards! I've served Tsar and country, loyal and true! But who am I? You think I'm a warrior? No, I'm not awarrior; I'm the very least of men, a poor lost orphan! I swore not todrink, and now I had a smoke, and. .. . Well then, do you think I'mafraid of you? No fear; I'm afraid of no man! I've taken to drink, andI'll drink! Now I'll go it for a fortnight; I'll go it hard! I'lldrink my last shirt; I'll drink my cap; I'll pawn my passport; and I'mafraid of no one! They flogged me in the army to stop me drinking!They switched and switched! "Well, " they say, "will you leave off?""No, " says I! Why should I be afraid of them? Here I am! Such as I am, God made me! I swore off drinking, and didn't drink. Now I've took todrink, and I'll drink! And I fear no man! 'Cos I don't lie; but justas. .. . Why should one mind them--such muck as they are! "Here youare, " I say; that's me. A priest told me, the devil's the biggestbragger! "As soon, " says he, "as you begin to brag, you getfrightened; and as soon as you fear men then the hoofed one justcollars you and pushes you where he likes!" But as I don't fear men, I'm easy! I can spit in the devil's beard, and at the sow his mother!He can't do me no harm! There, put that in your pipe!

NIKÍTA (crossing himself). True enough! What was I about?

 [Throws down the rope. 

MÍTRITCH. What?

NIKÍTA (rises). You tell me not to fear men?

MÍTRITCH. Why fear such muck as they are? You look at 'em in thebath-house! All made of one paste! One has a bigger belly, another asmaller; that's all the difference there is! Fancy being afraid of'em! Deuce take 'em!

MATRYÓNA (from the yard). Well, are you coming?

NIKÍTA. Ah! Better so! I'm coming!

 [Goes towards yard. 

SCENE II

Interior of hut, full of people, some sitting round tables and othersstanding. In the front corner AKOULÍNA and the BRIDEGROOM. On one ofthe tables an Icon and a loaf of rye-bread. Among the visitors areMARÍNA, her husband, and a POLICE OFFICER, also a HIRED DRIVER, theMATCHMAKER, and the BEST MAN. The women are singing. ANÍSYA carriesround the drink. The singing stops. 

THE DRIVER. If we are to go, let's go! The church ain't so near. 

THE BEST MAN. All right; you wait a bit till the step-father has givenhis blessing. But where is he?

ANÍSYA. He is coming--coming at once, dear friends! Have anotherglass, all of you; don't refuse!

THE MATCHMAKER. Why is he so long? We've been waiting such a time!

ANÍSYA. He's coming; coming directly, coming in no time! He'll be herebefore one could plait a girl's hair who's had her hair cropped!Drink, friends! (Offers the drink. ) Coming at once! Sing again, mypets, meanwhile!

THE DRIVER. They've sung all their songs, waiting here!

 [The women sing. NIKÍTA and AKÍM enter during the singing. 

NIKÍTA (holds his father's arm and pushes him in before him). Go, father; I can't do without you!

AKÍM. I don't like--I mean what d'ye call it. .. . 

NIKÍTA (to the women). Enough! Be quiet! (Looks round the hut. )Marína, are you there?

THE MATCHMAKER. Go, take the icón, and give them your blessing!

NIKÍTA. Wait a while! (Looks round. ) Akoulína, are you there?

MATCHMAKER. What are you calling everybody for? Where should she be?How queer he seems!

ANÍSYA. Gracious goodness! Why, he's barefoot!

NIKÍTA. Father, you are here! Look at me! Christian Commune, you areall here, and I am here! I am. .. . 

 [Falls on his knees. 

ANÍSYA. Nikíta, darling, what's the matter with you? Oh, my head, myhead!

MATCHMAKER. Here's a go!

MATRYÓNA. I did say he was taking too much of that French wine! Cometo your senses; what are you about?

 [They try to lift him; he takes no heed of them, but looks in front of him. 

NIKÍTA. Christian Commune! I have sinned, and I wish to confess!

MATRYÓNA (shakes him by the shoulder). Are you mad? Dear friends, he'sgone crazy! He must be taken away!

NIKÍTA (shakes her off). Leave me alone! And you, father, hear me! Andfirst, Marína, look here! (Bows to the ground to her and rises. ) Ihave sinned towards you! I promised to marry you, I tempted you, andforsook you! Forgive me, in Christ's name!

 [Again bows to the ground before her. 

ANÍSYA. And what are you drivelling about? It's not becoming! No onewants to know! Get up! It's like your impudence!

MATRYÓNA. Oh, oh, he's bewitched! And however did it happen? It's aspell! Get up! what nonsense are you jabbering?

 [Pulls him. 

NIKÍTA (shakes his head). Don't touch me! Forgive me my sin towardsyou, Marína! Forgive me, for Christ's sake!

 [MARÍNA covers her face with her hands in silence. 

ANÍSYA. Get up, I tell you! Don't be so impudent! What are youthinking about--to recall it? Enough humbug! It's shameful! Oh my poorhead! He's quite crazy!

NIKÍTA (pushes his wife away and turns to AKOULÍNA). Akoulína, nowI'll speak to you! Listen, Christian Commune! I'm a fiend, Akoulína! Ihave sinned against you! Your father died no natural death! He waspoisoned!

ANÍSYA (screams). Oh my head! What's he about?

MATRYÓNA. The man's beside himself! Lead him away!

 [The folk come up and try to seize him. 

AKÍM (motions them back with his arms). Wait! You lads, what d'ye callit, wait, I mean!

NIKÍTA. Akoulína, I poisoned him! Forgive me, in Christ's name!

AKOULÍNA (jumps up). He's telling lies! I know who did it!

MATCHMAKER. What are you about? You sit still!

AKÍM. Oh Lord, what sins, what sins!

POLICE OFFICER. Seize him, and send for the Elder! We must draw up anindictment and have witnesses to it! Get up and come here!

AKÍM (to POLICE OFFICER). Now you--with the bright buttons--I mean, you wait! Let him, what d'ye call it, speak out, I mean!

POLICE OFFICER. Mind, old man, and don't interfere! I have to draw upan indictment!

AKÍM. Eh, what a fellow you are; wait, I say! Don't talk, I mean, about, what d'ye call it, 'ditements' Here God's work is beingdone. .. . A man is confessing, I mean! And you, what d'ye call it . .. 'ditements!

POLICE OFFICER. The Elder!

AKÍM. Let God's work be done, I mean, and then you. I mean you, doyour business!

NIKÍTA. And, Akoulína, my sin is great towards you; I seduced you;forgive me in Christ's name!

 [Bows to the ground before her. 

AKOULÍNA (leaves the table). Let me go! I shan't be married! He toldme to, but I shan't now!

POLICE OFFICER. Repeat what you have said. 

NIKÍTA. Wait, sir, let me finish!

AKÍM (with rapture). Speak, my son! Tell everything--you'll feelbetter! Confess to God, don't fear men! God--God! It is He!

NIKÍTA. I poisoned the father, dog that I am, and I ruined thedaughter! She was in my power, and I ruined her, and her baby!

AKOULÍNA. True, that's true!

NIKÍTA. I smothered the baby in the cellar with a board! I sat on itand smothered it--and its bones crunched! (Weeps. ) And I buried it! Idid it, all alone!

AKOULÍNA. He raves! I told him to!

NIKÍTA. Don't shield me! I fear no one now! Forgive me, ChristianCommune!

 [Bows to the ground. 

 [Silence. 

POLICE OFFICER. Bind him! The marriage is evidently off!

 [Men come up with their belts. 

NIKÍTA. Wait, there's plenty of time! (Bows to the ground before hisfather. ) Father, dear father, forgive me too, --fiend that I am! Youtold me from the first, when I took to bad ways, you said then, "If aclaw is caught, the bird is lost!" I would not listen to your words, dog that I was, and it has turned out as you said! Forgive me, forChrist's sake!

AKÍM (rapturously). God will forgive you, my own son! (Embraces him. )You have had no mercy on yourself; He will show mercy on you! God--God! It is He!

 [Enter ELDER. 

ELDER. There are witnesses enough here. 

POLICE OFFICER. We will have the examination at once. 

 [NIKÍTA is bound. 

AKOULÍNA. (goes and stands by his side). I shall tell the truth! Askme!

NIKÍTA (bound). No need to ask! I did it all myself. The design wasmine, and the deed was mine. Take me where you like. I will say nomore!

CURTAIN

FOOTNOTES FOR THE POWER OF DARKNESS

1. It is customary to place a dying person under the icón. One or more icóns hang in the hut of each Orthodox peasant. 

2. Peasant weddings are usually in autumn. They are forbidden in Lent, and soon after Easter the peasants become too busy to marry till harvest is over. 

3. A formal request for forgiveness is customary among Russians, but it is often no mere formality. Nikíta's first reply is evasive; his second reply, "God will forgive you, " is the correct one sanctioned by custom. 

4. Loud public wailing of this kind is customary, and considered indispensable, among the peasants. 

5. Where not otherwise mentioned in the stage directions, it is always the winter half of the hut that is referred to as "the hut. " The summer half is not heated, and not used in winter under ordinary circumstances. 

6. The Foundlings' Hospital in Moscow, where 80 to 90 percent of the children die. 

7. Nan calls Mítritch "daddy" merely as a term of endearment. 

8. Probably Kurds

9. This refers to the songs customary at the wedding of Russian peasants, praising the bride and bridegroom. 

10. It is etiquette for a bride to bewail the approaching loss of her maidenhood. 

END OF _THE POWER OF DARKNESS_

* * * * *

FRUITS OF CULTURE

CHARACTERS

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH ZVEZDÍNTSEF. A retired Lieutenant of the HorseGuards. Owner of more than 60, 000 acres of land in various provinces. A fresh-looking, bland, agreeable gentleman of 60. Believes inSpiritualism, and likes to astonish people with his wonderful stories. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA ZVEZDÍNTSEVA. Wife of Leoníd. Stout; pretends to beyoung; quite taken up with the conventionalities of life; despises herhusband, and blindly believes in her doctor. Very irritable. 

BETSY. Their daughter. A young woman of 20, fast, tries to be mannish, wears a pince-nez, flirts and giggles. Speaks very quickly anddistinctly. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH ZVEZDÍNTSEF. Their son, aged 25; has studied law, but has no definite occupation. Member of the Cycling Club, JockeyClub, and of the Society for Promoting the Breeding of Hounds. Enjoysperfect health, and has imperturbable self-assurance. Speaks loud andabruptly. Is either perfectly serious--almost morose, or is noisilygay and laughs loud. Is nicknamed Vovo. 

ALEXÉY VLADÍMIROVITCH KROUGOSVÉTLOF. A professor and scientist ofabout 50, with quiet and pleasantly self-possessed manners, and quiet, deliberate, harmonious speech. Likes to talk. Is mildly disdainful ofthose who do not agree with him. Smokes much. Is lean and active. 

THE DOCTOR. About 40. Healthy, fat, red-faced, loud-voiced, and rough;with a self-satisfied smile constantly on his lips. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. A girl of 20, from the Conservatoire, teacher ofmusic. Wears a fringe, and is super-fashionably dressed. Obsequious, and gets easily confused. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. About 28; has taken his degree in philology, and islooking out for a position. Member of the same clubs as VasílyLeoníditch, and also of the Society for the Organisation of CalicoBalls. [1] Is bald-headed, quick in movement and speech, and verypolite. 

THE BARONESS. A pompous lady of about 50, slow in her movements, speaks with monotonous intonation. 

THE PRINCESS. A society woman, a visitor. 

HER DAUGHTER. An affected young society woman, a visitor. 

THE COUNTESS. An ancient dame, with false hair and teeth. Moves withgreat difficulty. 

GROSSMAN. A dark, nervous, lively man of Jewish type. Speaks veryloud. 

THE FAT LADY: MÁRYA VASÍLYEVNA TOLBOÚHINA. A very distinguished, rich, and kindly woman, acquainted with all the notable people of the lastand present generations. Very stout. Speaks hurriedly, trying to beheard above every one else. Smokes. 

BARON KLÍNGEN (nicknamed KOKO). A graduate of Petersburg University. Gentleman of the Bedchamber, Attaché to an Embassy. Is perfectlycorrect in his deportment, and therefore enjoys peace of mind and isquietly gay. 

TWO SILENT LADIES. 

SERGÉY IVÁNITCH SAHÁTOF. About 50, an ex-Assistant Minister of State. An elegant gentleman, of wide European culture, engaged in nothing andinterested in everything. His carriage is dignified and at times evensevere. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Personal attendant on Zvezdíntsef, aged about 60. Aman of some education and fond of information. Uses his pince-nez andpocket-handkerchief too much, unfolding the latter very slowly. Takesan interest in politics. Is kindly and sensible. 

GREGORY. A footman, about 28, handsome, profligate, envious, andinsolent. 

JACOB. Butler, about 40, a bustling, kindly man, to whom the interestsof his family in the village are all-important. 

SIMON. The butler's assistant, about 20, a healthy, fresh, peasantlad, fair, beardless as yet; calm and smiling. 

THE COACHMAN. A man of about 35, a dandy. Has moustaches but no beard. Rude and decided. 

A DISCHARGED MAN-COOK. About 45, dishevelled, unshaved, bloated, yellow and trembling. Dressed in a ragged, light summer-overcoat anddirty trousers. Speaks hoarsely, ejecting the words abruptly. 

THE SERVANTS' COOK. A talkative, dissatisfied woman of 30. 

THE DOORKEEPER. A retired soldier. 

TÁNYA (TATYÁNA MÁRKOVNA). LADY's-maid, 19, energetic, strong, merry, with quickly-changing moods. At moments, when strongly excited, sheshrieks with joy. 

FIRST PEASANT. About 60. Has served as village Elder. Imagines that heknows how to treat gentlefolk, and likes to hear himself talk. 

SECOND PEASANT. About 45, head of a family. A man of few words. Roughand truthful. The father of Simon. 

THIRD PEASANT. About 70. Wears shoes of plaited bast. Is nervous, restless, hurried, and tries to cover his confusion by much talking. 

FIRST FOOTMAN (in attendance on the Countess). An old man, withold-fashioned manners, and proud of his place. 

SECOND FOOTMAN. Of enormous size, strong, and rude. 

A PORTER FROM A FASHIONABLE DRESSMAKER'S SHOP. A fresh-faced man indark-blue long coat. Speaks firmly, emphatically, and clearly. 

The action takes place in Moscow, in Zvesdíntsef's house. 

ACT I

The entrance hall of a wealthy house in Moscow. There are three doors:the front door, the door of LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH'S study, and the door ofVASÍLY LEONÍDITCH'S room. A staircase leads up to the other rooms;behind it is another door leading to the servants' quarters. 

SCENE I

GREGORY (looks at himself in the glass and arranges his hair, etc. ). Iam sorry about those moustaches of mine! "Moustaches are not becomingto a footman, " she says! And why? Why, so that any one might seeyou're a footman, --else my looks might put her darling son to shame. He's a likely one! There's not much fear of his coming anywhere nearme, moustaches or no moustaches! (Smiling into the glass. ) And what alot of 'em swarm round me. And yet I don't care for any of them asmuch as for that Tánya. And she only a lady's-maid! Ah well, she'snicer than any young lady. (Smiles. ) She's a duck! (Listening. ) Ah, here she comes. (Smiles. ) Yes, that's her, clattering with her littleheels. Oh!

 [Enter TÁNYA, carrying a cloak and boots. 

GREGORY. My respects to you, Tatyána Márkovna. 

TÁNYA. What are you always looking in the glass for? Do you thinkyourself so good-looking?

GREGORY. Well, and are my looks not agreeable?

TÁNYA. So, so; neither agreeable nor disagreeable, but just betwixtand between! Why are all those cloaks hanging there?

GREGORY. I am just going to put them away, your lady-ship! (Takes downa fur cloak and, wrapping it round her, embraces her. ) I say, Tánya, I'll tell you something. .. . 

TÁNYA. Oh, get away, do! What do you mean by it? (Pulls herselfangrily away. ) Leave me alone, I tell you!

GREGORY (looks cautiously around). Then give me a kiss!

TÁNYA. Now, really, what are you bothering for? I'll give you such akiss!

 [Raises her hand to strike. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (off the scene, rings and then shouts). Gregory!

TÁNYA. There now, go! Vasíly Leoníditch is calling you. 

GREGORY. He'll wait! He's only just opened his eyes! I say, why don'tyou love me?

TÁNYA. What sort of loving have you imagined now? I don't loveanybody. 

GREGORY. That's a fib. You love Simon! You have found a nice one tolove--a common, dirty-pawed peasant, a butler's assistant!

TÁNYA. Never mind; such as he is, you are jealous of him!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (off the scene). Gregory!

GREGORY. All in good time. .. . Jealous indeed! Of what? Why, you haveonly just begun to get licked into shape, and who are you tyingyourself up with? Now, wouldn't it be altogether a different matter ifyou loved me?. .. . I say, Tánya. .. . 

TÁNYA (angrily and severely). You'll get nothing from me, I tell you!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (off the scene). Gregory!

GREGORY. You're mighty particular, ain't you?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (off the scene, shouts persistently, monotonously, and with all his might) Gregory! Greg--ory! Gregory!

 [TÁNYA and GREGORY laugh. 

GREGORY. You should have seen the girls that have been sweet on me. 

 [Bell rings. 

TÁNYA. Well then, go to them, and leave me alone!

GREGORY. You are a silly, now I think of it. I'm not Simon!

TÁNYA. Simon means marriage, and not tomfoolery!

 [Enter PORTER, carrying a large cardboard box. 

PORTER. Good morning!

GREGORY. Good morning! Where are you from?

PORTER. From Bourdey's. I've brought a dress, and here's a note forthe lady. 

TÁNYA (taking the note). Sit down, and I'll take it in. 

 [Exit. 

 [VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH looks out of the door in shirt-sleeves and slippers. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Gregory!

GREGORY. Yes, sir. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Gregory! Don't you hear me call?

GREGORY. I've only just come, sir. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Hot water, and a cup of tea. 

GREGORY. Yes, sir; Simon will bring them directly. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. And who is this? Ah, from Bourdier?

PORTER. Yes, sir. 

 [Exeunt VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH and GREGORY. Bell rings. TÁNYA runs in at the sound of the bell and opens the front door. 

TÁNYA (to PORTER). Please wait a little. Porter. I am waiting. 

 [SAHÁTOF enters at front door. 

TÁNYA. I beg your pardon, but the footman has just gone away. Thisway, sir. Allow me, please. 

 [Takes his fur cloak. 

SAHÁTOF (adjusting his clothes). Is Leoníd Fyódoritch at home? Is heup?

 [Bell rings. 

TÁNYA. Oh yes, sir. He's been up a long time. 

 [DOCTOR enters and looks around for the footman. Sees SAHÁTOF and addresses him in an offhand manner. 

DOCTOR. Ah, my respects to you!

SAHÁTOF (looks fixedly at him). The Doctor, I believe?

DOCTOR. And I thought you were abroad! Dropped in to see LeonídFyódoritch?

SAHÁTOF. Yes. And you? Is any one ill?

DOCTOR (laughing). Not exactly ill but, you know. .. . It's awful withthese ladies! Sits up at cards till three every morning, and pulls herwaist into the shape of a wine-glass. And the lady is flabby and fat, and carries the weight of a good many years on her back. 

SAHÁTOF. Is this the way you state your diagnosis to Anna Pávlovna? Ishould hardly think it quite pleases her!

DOCTOR (laughing). Well, it's the truth. They do all these tricks--andthen come derangements of the digestive organs, pressure on the liver, nerves, and all sorts of things, and one has to come and patch themup. It's just awful! (Laughs. ) And you? You are also a spiritualist, it seems?

SAHÁTOF. I? No, I am not also a spiritualist. .. . Good morning!

 [Is about to go, but is stopped by the DOCTOR. 

DOCTOR. No! But I can't myself, you know, positively deny thepossibility of it, when a man like Krougosvétlof is connected with itall. How can one? Is he not a professor, --a European celebrity? Theremust be something in it. I should like to see for myself, but I neverhave the time. I have other things to do. 

SAHÁTOF. Yes, yes! Good morning. 

 [Exit, bowing slightly. 

DOCTOR (to Tánya). Is Anna Pávlovna up?

TÁNYA. She's in her bedroom, but please come up. 

 [DOCTOR goes upstairs. 

 [THEODORE IVÁNITCH enters with a newspaper In his hand. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (to PORTER). What is it you want?

PORTER. I'm from Bourdey's. I brought a dress and a note, and was toldto wait. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Ah, from Bourdey's! (To Tánya. ) Who came in justnow?

TÁNYA. It was Sergéy Ivánitch Sahátof and the Doctor. They stoodtalking here a bit. It was all about spiritalism. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (correcting her). Spiritualism. 

TÁNYA. Yes, that's just what I said--spiritalism. Have you heard howwell it went off last time, Theodore Ivánitch? (Laughs). There wasknocks, and things flew about!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. And how do you know?

TÁNYA. Miss Elizabeth told me. 

 [JACOB runs in with a tumbler of tea on a tray. 

JACOB (to the PORTER). Good morning!

PORTER (disconsolately). Good morning!

 [JACOB knocks at VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH'S door. 

 [GREGORY enters. 

GREGORY. Give it here. 

JACOB. You didn't bring back all yesterday's tumblers, nor the trayVasíly Leoníditch had. And it's me that have to answer for them!

GREGORY. The tray is full of cigars. 

JACOB. Well, put them somewhere else. It's me who's answerable for it. 

GREGORY. I'll bring it back! I'll bring it back!

JACOB. Yes, so you say, but it is not where it ought to be. The otherday, just as the tea had to be served, it was not to be found. 

GREGORY. I'll bring it back, I tell you. What a fuss!

JACOB. It's easy for you to talk. Here am I serving tea for the thirdtime, and now there's the lunch to get ready. One does nothing butrush about the livelong day. Is there any one in the house who hasmore to do than me? Yet they are never satisfied with me. 

GREGORY. Dear me! Who could wish for any one more satisfactory? You'resuch a fine fellow!

TÁNYA. Nobody is good enough for you! You alone. .. . 

GREGORY (to TÁNYA). No one asked your opinion!

 [Exit. 

JACOB. Ah, well, I don't mind. Tatyána Márkovna, did the mistress sayanything about yesterday?

TÁNYA. About the lamp, you mean?

JACOB. And how it managed to drop out of my hands, the Lord onlyknows! Just as I began rubbing it, and was going to take hold of it inanother place, out it slips and goes all to pieces. It's just my luck!It's easy for that Gregory Miháylitch to talk--a single man like him!But when one has a family, one has to consider things: they have to befed. I don't mind work. .. . So she didn't say anything? The Lord bethanked!. .. Oh, Theodore Ivánitch, have you one spoon or two?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. One. Only one!

 [Reads newspaper. 

 [Exit JACOB. 

 [Bell rings. Enter GREGORY carrying a tray and the DOORKEEPER. 

DOORKEEPER (to GREGORY). Tell the master some peasants have come fromthe village. 

GREGORY (pointing to THEODORE IVÁNITCH). Tell the major-domo here, it's his business. I have no time. 

 [Exit. 

TÁNYA. Where are these peasants from?

DOORKEEPER. From Koursk, I think. 

TÁNYA. (shrieks with delight). It's them. .. . It's Simon's father comeabout the land! I'll go and meet them!

 [Runs off. 

DOORKEEPER. Well, then what shall I say to them? Shall they come inhere? They say they've come about the land--the master knows, theysay. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes, they want to purchase some land. All right!But he has a visitor now, so you had better tell them to wait. 

DOORKEEPER. Where shall they wait?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Let them wait outside. I'll send for them when thetime comes. 

 [Exit DOORKEEPER. 

 [Enter TÁNYA, followed by three PEASANTS. 

TÁNYA. To the right. In here! In here!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I did not want them brought in here!

GREGORY. Forward minx!

TÁNYA. Oh, Theodore Ivánitch, it won't matter, they'll stand in thiscorner. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. They'll dirty the floor. 

TÁNYA. They've scraped their shoes, and I'll wipe the floor upafterwards. (To PEASANTS. ) Here, stand just here. 

 [PEASANTS come forward, carrying presents tied in cotton handkerchiefs: cake, eggs and embroidered towels. They look around for an icón before which to cross themselves; not finding one, they cross themselves, looking at the staircase. 

GREGORY (to THEODORE IVÁNITCH). There now, Theodore Ivánitch, they sayPironnet's boots are an elegant shape. But those there are ever somuch better. 

 [Pointing to the third PEASANT'S bast shoes. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Why will you always be ridiculing people?

 [Exit GREGORY. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (rises and goes up to the PEASANTS). So you are fromKoursk? And have come to arrange about buying some land?

FIRST PEASANT. Just so. We might say, it is for the completion of thepurchase of the land we have come. How could we announce ourselves tothe master?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes, yes, I know. You wait a bit and I'll go andinform him. 

 [Exit. 

 [The PEASANTS look around; they are embarrassed where to put their presents. 

FIRST PEASANT. There now, couldn't we have what d'you call it?Something to present these here things on? To do it in a genteel way, like, --a little dish or something. 

TÁNYA. All right, directly; put them down here for the present. 

 [Puts bundles on settle. 

FIRST PEASANT. There now, --that respectable gentleman that was herejust now, --what might be his station?

TÁNYA. He's the master's valet. 

FIRST PEASANT. I see. So he's also in service. And you, now, are you aservant too?

TÁNYA. I am lady's-maid. Do you know, I also come from Démen! I knowyou, and you, but I don't know him. 

 [Pointing to THIRD PEASANT. 

THIRD PEASANT. Them two you know, but me you don't know?

TÁNYA. You are Efím Antónitch. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it!

TÁNYA. And you are Simon's father, Zachary Trifánitch. 

SECOND PEASANT. Right!

THIRD PEASANT. And let me tell you, I'm Mitry Vlásitch Tchilikin. Nowdo you know?

TÁNYA. Now I shall know you too!

SECOND PEASANT. And who may you be?

TÁNYA. I am Aksínya's, the soldier's wife's, orphan. 

FIRST AND THIRD PEASANTS (with surprise). Never!

SECOND PEASANT. The proverb says true: "Buy a penny pig, put it in therye, And you'll have a wonderful fat porker by-and-by. "

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it! She's got the resemblance of a duchess!

THIRD PEASANT. That be so truly. Oh Lord!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (off the scene, rings, and then shouts). Gregory!Gregory!

FIRST PEASANT. Now who's that, for example, disturbing himself in sucha way, if I may say so?

TÁNYA. That's the young master. 

THIRD PEASANT. Oh Lord! Didn't I say we'd better wait outside untilthe time comes?

 [Silence. 

SECOND PEASANT. Is it you, Simon wants to marry?

TÁNYA. Why, has he been writing?

 [Hides her face in her apron. 

SECOND PEASANT. It's evident he's written! But it's a bad businesshe's imagined here. I see the lad's got spoilt!

TÁNYA (quickly). No, he's not at all spoilt! Shall I send him to you?

SECOND PEASANT. Why send him? All in good time. Where's the hurry?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (desperately, behind scene). Gregory! Where thedevil are you?. .. 

 [Enters from his room in shirt-sleeves, adjusting his pince-nez. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Is every one dead?

TÁNYA. He's not here, sir. .. . I'll send him to you at once. 

 [Moves towards the back door. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. I could hear you talking, you know. How have thesescarecrows sprung up here? Eh? What?

TÁNYA. They're peasants from the Koursk village, sir. 

 [PEASANTS bow. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. And who is this? Oh yes, from Bourdier. 

 [VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH pays no attention to the PEASANTS' bow. TÁNYA meets GREGORY at the doorway and remains on the scene. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (to GREGORY). I told you the other boots. .. . I can'twear these!

GREGORY. Well, the others are also there. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. But where is there?

GREGORY. Just in the same place!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. They're not!

GREGORY. Well, come and see. 

 [Exeunt GREGORY and VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. 

THIRD PEASANT. Say, now, might we not in the meantime just go andwait, say, in some lodging-house or somewhere?

TÁNYA. No, no, wait a little. I'll go and bring you some plates to putthe presents on. 

 [Exit. 

 [Enter SAHÁTOF and LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH, followed by THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

 [The PEASANTS take up the presents, and pose themselves. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (to PEASANTS). Presently, presently! Wait a bit!(Points to PORTER. ) Who is this?

PORTER. From Bourdey's. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Ah, from Bourdier. 

SAHÁTOF (smiling). Well, I don't deny it: still you understand that, never having seen it, we, the uninitiated, have some difficulty inbelieving. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. You say you find it difficult to believe! We do notask for faith; all we demand of you is to investigate! How can I helpbelieving in this ring? Yet this ring came from there!

SAHÁTOF. From there? What do you mean? From where?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. From the other world. Yes!

SAHÁTOF (smiling). That's very interesting--very interesting!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, supposing we admit that I'm a man carriedaway by an idea, as you think, and that I am deluding myself. Well, but what of Alexéy Vladímiritch Krougosvétlof--he is not just anordinary man, but a distinguished professor, and yet he admits it tobe a fact. And not he alone. What of Crookes? What of Wallace?

SAHÁTOF. But I don't deny anything. I only say it is very interesting. It would be interesting to know how Krougosvétlof explains it!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. He has a theory of his own. Could you cometo-night?--he is sure to be here. First we shall have Grossman--youknow, the famous thought-reader?

SAHÁTOF. Yes, I have heard of him but have never happened to meet him. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Then you must come! We shall first have Grossman, then Kaptchítch, and our mediumistic séance. .. . (To THEODOREIVÁNITCH. ) Has the man returned from Kaptchítch?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Not yet, sir. 

SAHÁTOF. Then how am I to know?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Never mind, come in any case! If Kaptchítch can'tcome we shall find our own medium. Márya Ignátievna is a medium--notsuch a good one as Kaptchítch, but still. .. . 

 [TÁNYA enters with plates for the presents, and stands listening. 

SAHÁTOF (smiling). Oh, yes, yes. But here is one puzzling point:--howis it that the mediums are always of the, so-called, educated class, such as Kaptchítch and Márya Ignátievna? If there were such a specialforce, would it not be met with also among the common people--thepeasants?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Oh yes, and it is! That is very common. Even herein our own house we have a peasant whom we discovered to be a medium. A few days ago we called him in--a sofa had to be moved, during aséance--and we forgot all about him. In all probability he fellasleep. And, fancy, after our séance was over and Kaptchítch had cometo again, we suddenly noticed mediumistic phenomena in another part ofthe room, near the peasant: the table gave a jerk and moved!

TÁNYA (aside). That was when I was getting out from under it!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. It is quite evident he also is a medium. Especiallyas he is very like Home in appearance. You remember Home--afair-haired naïf sort of fellow?

SAHÁTOF (shrugging his shoulders). Dear me, this is very interesting, you know. I think you should try him. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. So we will! And he is not alone; there arethousands of mediums, only we do not know them. Why, only a short timeago a bedridden old woman moved a brick wall!

SAHÁTOF. Moved a brick . .. A brick wall?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, yes. She was lying in bed, and did not evenknow she was a medium. She just leant her arm against the wall, andthe wall moved!

SAHÁTOF. And did not cave in?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. And did not cave in. 

SAHÁTOF. Very strange! Well, then, I'll come this evening. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Pray, do. We shall have a séance in any case. 

 [SAHATOF puts on his outdoor things; LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH sees him to the door. 

PORTER (to TÁNYA). Do tell your mistress! Am I to spend the nighthere?

TÁNYA. Wait a little; she's going to drive out with the young lady, soshe'll soon be coming downstairs. 

 [Exit. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (comes up to the PEASANTS, who bow and offer himtheir presents). That's not necessary!

FIRST PEASANT (smiling). Oh, but this-here is our first duty, it is!It's also the Commune's orders that we should do it!

SECOND PEASANT. That's always been the proper way. 

THIRD PEASANT. Say no more about it! 'Cause as we are muchsatisfied. .. . As our parents, let's say, served, let's say, yourparents, so we would like the same with all our hearts . .. And notjust anyhow!

 [Bows. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. But what is it about? What do you want?

FIRST PEASANT. It's to your honor we've come. .. . 

 [Enter PETRÍSTCHEF briskly, in fur-lined overcoat. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. Is Vasíly Leoníditch awake yet?

 [Seeing LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH, bows, moving only his head. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. You have come to see my son?

PETRÍSTCHEF. I? Yes, just to see Vovo for a moment. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Step in, step in. 

 [PETRÍSTCHEF takes off his overcoat and walks in briskly. Exit. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (to PEASANTS). Well, what is it you want?

SECOND PEASANT. Please accept our presents!

FIRST PEASANT (smiling). That's to say, the peasants' offerings. 

THIRD PEASANT. Say no more about it; what's the good? We wish you thesame as if you were our own father! Say no more about it!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. All right. Here, Theodore, take these. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (to PEASANTS). Give them here. 

 [Takes the presents. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, what is the business?

FIRST PEASANT. We've come to your honor. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I see you have; but what do you want?

FIRST PEASANT. It's about making a move towards completing the sale ofthe land. It comes to this. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Do you mean to buy the land?

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. It comes to this. .. . I mean the buyingof the property of the land. The Commune has given us, let's say, thepower of atturning, to enter, let's say, as is lawful, through theGovernment bank, with a stamp for the lawful amount. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. You mean that you want to buy the land through theland-bank. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. Just as you offered it to us last year. It comes to this, then, the whole sum in full for the buying of theproperty of the land is 32, 864 roubles. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. That's all right, but how about paying up?

FIRST PEASANT. As to the payment, the Commune offers just as it wassaid last year--to pay in 'stalments, and your receipt of the readymoney by lawful regulations, 4000 roubles in full. [2]

SECOND PEASANT. Take 4000 now, and wait for the rest of the money. 

THIRD PEASANT (unwrapping a parcel of money). And about this be quiteeasy. We should pawn our own selves rather than do such a thing justanyhow say, but in this way, let's say, as it ought to be done. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. But did I not write and tell you that I should notagree to it unless you brought the whole sum?

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. It would be more agreeable, but it isnot in our possibilities, I mean. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well then, the thing can't be done!

FIRST PEASANT. The Commune, for example, relied its hopes on that, that you made the offer last year to sell it in easy 'stalments. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. That was last year. I would have agreed to it then, but now I can't. 

SECOND PEASANT. But how's that? We've been depending on your promise--we've got the papers ready and have collected the money!

THIRD PEASANT. Be merciful, master! We're short of land; we'll saynothing about cattle, but even a hen, let's say, we've no room tokeep. (Bows. ) Don't wrong us, master!

 [Bows. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Of course it's quite true, that I agreed last yearto let you have the land for payment by instalments, but nowcircumstances are such that it would be inconvenient. 

SECOND PEASANT. Without this land we cannot live!

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. Without land our lives must grow weakerand come to a decline. 

THIRD PEASANT (bowing). Master, we have so little land, let's not talkabout the cattle, but even a chicken, let's say, we've no room for. Master, be merciful, accept the money, master!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (examining the document). I quite understand, andshould like to help you. Wait a little; I will give you an answer inhalf-an-hour. .. . Theodore, say I am engaged and am not to bedisturbed. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes, sir. 

 [Exit LEONÍD FYODORITCH. 

 [The PEASANTS look dejected. 

SECOND PEASANT. Here's a go! "Give me the whole sum, " he says. Andwhere are we to get it from?

FIRST PEASANT. If he had not given us hopes, for example. As it is wefelt quite insured it would be as was said last year. 

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord! and I had begun unwrapping the money. (Beginswrapping up the bundle of bank-notes again. ) What are we to do now?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What is your business, then?

FIRST PEASANT. Our business, respected sir, depends in this. Last yearhe made us the offer of our buying the land in 'stalments. The Communeentered upon these terms and gave us the powers of atturning, and nowd'you see he makes the offering that we should pay the whole in full!And as it turns out, the business is no ways convenient for us. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What is the whole sum?

FIRST PEASANT. The whole sum in readiness is 4000 roubles, you see. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, what of that? Make an effort and collectmore. 

FIRST PEASANT. Such as it is, it was collected with much effort. Wehave, so to say, in this sense, not got ammunition enough. 

SECOND PEASANT. You can't get blood out of a stone. 

THIRD PEASANT. We'd be glad with all our hearts, but we have swepteven this together, as you might say, with a broom. 

 [VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH and PETRÍSTCHEF appear in the doorway both smoking cigarettes. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. I have told you already I'll do my best, so, ofcourse, I will do all that is possible! Eh, what?

PETRÍSTCHEF. You must just understand that if you do not get it, thedevil only knows what a mess we shall be in!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. But I've already said I'll do my best, and so Iwill. Eh, what?

PETRÍSTCHEF. Nothing. I only say, get some at any cost; I will wait. 

 [Exit into VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH'S room, closing door. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (waving his arm). It's a deuce of a go!

 [The PEASANTS bow. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (looking at PORTER, to THEODORE IVÁNITCH). Why don'tyou attend to this fellow from Bourdier? He hasn't come to takelodgings with us, has he? Just look, he is asleep! Eh, what?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. The note he brought has been sent in, and he hasbeen told to wait until Anna Pávlovna comes down. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (looks at PEASANTS and notices the money). And whatis this? Money? For whom? Is it for us? (To THEODORE IVÁNITCH. ) Whoare they?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. They are peasants from Koursk. They are buyingland. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Has it been sold them?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. No, they have not yet come to any agreement. Theyare too stingy?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Eh? Well, we must try and persuade them. (To thePEASANTS. ) Here, I say, are you buying land? Eh?

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. We have made an offering as how weshould like to acquire the possession of the land. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Then you should not be so stingy, you know. Justlet me tell you how necessary land is to peasants! Eh, what? It's verynecessary, isn't it?

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. The land appears as the very first andforemost necessity to a peasant. That's just it. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Then why be so stingy? Just you think what land is!Why, one can sow wheat on it in rows! I tell you, you could get eightybushels of wheat, at a rouble and a half a bushel--that would be 120roubles. Eh, what? Or else mint! I tell you, you could collar 400roubles off an acre by sowing mint!

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. All sorts of products one could putinto action if one had the right understanding. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Mint! Decidedly mint! I have learnt about it, youknow. It's all printed in books. I can show them you. Eh, what?

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it, all concerns are clearer to you throughyour books. That's learnedness, of course. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Then pay up and don't be stingy! (To THEODOREIVÁNITCH. ) Where's papa?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. He gave orders not to be disturbed just now. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Oh, I suppose he's consulting a spirit whether tosell the land or not? Eh, what?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I can't say. All I know is that be went awayundecided about it. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. What d'you think, Theodore Ivánitch, is he flush ofcash? Eh, what?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I don't know. I hardly think so. But what does itmatter to you? You drew a good sum not more than a week ago. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. But didn't I pay for those dogs? And now, you know, there's our new Society, and Petrístchef has been chosen, and I hadborrowed money from Petrístchef and must pay the subscription both forhim and for myself. Eh, what?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. And what is this new Society? A Cycling Club?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. No. Just let me tell you. It is quite a newSociety. It is a very serious Society, you know. And who do you thinkis President? Eh, what?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What's the object of this new Society?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. It is a "Society to Promote the Breeding ofPure-Bred Russian Hounds. " Eh, what? And I'll tell you, they'rehaving the first meeting and a lunch, to-day. And I've no money. I'llgo to him and have a try!

 [Exit through study door. 

FIRST PEASANT (to THEODORE IVÁNITCH). And who might he be, respectedsir?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (smiles). The young master. 

THIRD PEASANT. The heir, so to say. Oh, Lord! (Puts away the money. )I'd better hide it meanwhile. 

FIRST PEASANT. And we were told he was in military service, in thecav'rely, for example. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. No, as an only son he is exempt from militaryservice. 

THIRD PEASANT. Left for to keep his parents, so to say! That's right!

SECOND PEASANT (shaking his head). He's the right sort. He'll feedthem finely!

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord!

 [Enter VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH, followed by LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. That's always the way. It's really surprising!First I'm asked why I have no occupation, and now when I have found afield and am occupied, when a Society with serious and noble aims hasbeen founded, I can't even have 300 roubles to go on with!. .. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I tell you I can't do it, and I can't! I haven'tgot it. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Why, you have just sold some land. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. In the first place I have not sold it! And aboveall, do leave me in peace! Weren't you told I was engaged?

 [Exit, slamming door. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I told you this was not the right moment. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Well, I say! Here's a position to be in! I'll goand see mamma--that's my only hope. He's going crazy over hisspiritualism and forgets everything else. 

 [Goes upstairs. 

 [THEODORE IVÁNITCH takes newspaper and is just going to sit down, when BETSY and MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA, followed by GREGORY, come down the stairs. 

BETSY. Is the carriage ready?

GREGORY. Just coming to the door. 

BETSY (to MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA). Come along, come along, I know it ishe. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. Which he?

BETSY. You know very well whom I mean--Petrístchef, of course. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. But where is he?

BETSY. Sitting in Vovo's room. You'll see!

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. And suppose it is not he?

 [The PEASANTS and PORTER bow. 

BETSY (to PORTER). You brought a dress from Bourdier's?

PORTER. Yes, Miss. May I go?

BETSY. Well, I don't know. Ask my mother. 

PORTER. I don't know whose it is, Miss; I was ordered to bring it hereand receive the money. 

BETSY. Well, then, wait. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. Is it still that costume for the charade?

BETSY. Yes, a charming costume. But mamma won't take it or pay for it. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. But why not?

BETSY. You'd better ask mamma. She doesn't grudge Vovo 500 roubles forhis dogs, but 100 is too much for a dress. I can't act dressed like ascarecrow. (Pointing to PEASANTS. ) And who are these?

GREGORY. Peasants who have come to buy some land or other. 

BETSY. And I thought they were the beaters. Are you not beaters?

FIRST PEASANT. No, no, lady. We have come to see Leoníd Fyódoritchabout the signing into our possession of the title-deeds to some land. 

BETSY. Then how is it? Vovo was expecting some beaters who were tocome to-day. Are you sure you are not the beaters? (The PEASANTS aresilent. ) How stupid they are! (Goes to VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH'S door. )Vovo?

 [Laughs. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. But we met him just now upstairs!

BETSY. Why need you remember that? Vovo, are you there?

 [PETRÍSTCHEF enters. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. Vovo is not here, but I am prepared to fulfil on hisbehalf anything that may be required. How do you do? How do you do, Márya Konstantínovna?

 [Shakes hands long and violently with BETSY, and then with MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. 

SECOND PEASANT. See, it's as if he were pumping water!

BETSY. You can't replace him, --still you're better than nobody. (Laughs. ) What are these affairs of yours with Vovo?

PETRÍSTCHEF. What affairs? Our affairs are fie-nancial that is, ourbusiness is fie! It's also nancial, and besides it is financial. 

BETSY. What does nancial mean?

PETRÍSTCHEF. What a question! It means nothing, that's just the point. 

BETSY. No, no, you have missed fire. 

 [Laughs. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. One can't always hit the mark, you know. It's somethinglike a lottery. Blanks and blanks again, and at last you win!

 [THEODORE IVÁNITCH goes into the study. 

BETSY. Well, this was blank then; but tell me, were you at theMergásofs' last night?

PETRÍSTCHEF. Not exactly at the Mère Gásof's, but rather at the PèreGásof's, or better still, at the Fils Gásof's. 

BETSY. You can't do without puns. It's an illness. And were theGypsies there? [3]

 [Laughs. 

PETRÍSTCHEF (sings). "On their aprons silken threads, little birdswith golden heads!". .. . 

BETSY. Happy mortals! And we were yawning at Fofo's. 

PETRÍSTCHEF (continues to sing). "And she promised and she swore, shewould ope' her . .. Her . .. Her. .. . " how does it go on, MáryaKonstantínovna?

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. "Closet door. "

PETRÍSTCHEF. How? What? How, Márya Konstantínovna?

BETSY. Cessez, vous devenez impossible! [4]

PETRÍSTCHEF. J'ai cessé, j'ai bébé, j'ai dédé. .. . [5]

BETSY. I see the only way to rid ourselves of your wit is to make yousing! Let us go into Vovo's room, his guitar is there. Come, MáryaKonstantínovna, come!

 [Exeunt BETSY, MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA, and PETRÍSTCHEF. 

FIRST PEASANT. Who be they?

GREGORY. One is our young lady, the other is a girl who teaches hermusic. 

FIRST PEASANT. Administrates learning, so to say. And ain't she smart?A reg'lar picture!

SECOND PEASANT. Why don't they marry her? She is old enough, I shouldsay. 

GREGORY. Do you think it's the same as among you peasants, --marry atfifteen?

FIRST PEASANT. And that man, for example, is he also in the musitionalline?

GREGORY (mimicking him). "Musitional, " indeed! You don't understandanything!

FIRST PEASANT. That's just so. And stupidity, one might say, is ourignorance. 

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord!

 [Gypsy songs and guitar accompaniment are heard from VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH'S room. 

 [Enter SIMON, followed by TÁNYA, who watches the meeting between father and son. 

GREGORY (to SIMON). What do you want?

SIMON. I have been to Mr. Kaptchítch. 

GREGORY. Well, and what's the answer?

SIMON. He sent word he couldn't possibly come to-night. 

GREGORY. All right, I'll let them know. 

 [Exit. 

SIMON (to his father). How d'you do, father! My respects to Daddy Efímand Daddy Mítry! How are all at home?

SECOND PEASANT. Very well, Simon. 

FIRST PEASANT. How d'you do, lad?

THIRD PEASANT. How d'you do, sonny?

SIMON (smiles). Well, come along, father, and have some tea. 

SECOND PEASANT. Wait till we've finished our business. Don't you seewe are not ready yet?

SIMON. Well, I'll wait for you by the porch. 

 [Wishes to go away. 

TÁNYA (running after him). I say, why didn't you tell him anything?

SIMON. How could I before all those people? Give me time, I'll tellhim over our tea. 

 [Exit. 

 [THEODORE IVÁNITCH enters and sits down by the window. 

FIRST PEASANT. Respected sir, how's our business proceeding?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Wait a bit, he'll be out presently, he's justfinishing. 

TÁNYA (to THEODORE IVÁNITCH). And how do you know, Theodore Ivánitch, he is finishing?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I know that when he has finished questioning, hereads the question and answer aloud. 

TÁNYA. Can one really talk with spirits by means of a saucer?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. It seems so. 

TÁNYA. But supposing they tell him to sign, will he sign?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Of course he will. 

TÁNYA. But they do not speak with words?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Oh, yes. By means of the alphabet. He notices atwhich letter the saucer stops. 

TÁNYA. Yes, but at a si-ance?. .. . 

 [Enter LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, friends, I can't do it! I should be very gladto, but it is quite impossible. If it were for ready money it would bea different matter. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just so. What more could any one desire? But thepeople are so inpennycuous--it is quite impossible!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, I can't do it, I really can't. Here is yourdocument; I can't sign it. 

THIRD PEASANT. Show some pity, master; be merciful!

SECOND PEASANT. How can you act so? It is doing us a wrong. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Nothing wrong about it, friends. I offered it youin summer, but then you did not agree; and now I can't agree to it. 

THIRD PEASANT. Master, be merciful! How are we to get along? We haveso little land. We'll say nothing about the cattle; a hen, let's say, there's no room to let a hen run about. 

 [LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH goes up to the door and stops. Enter, descending the staircase, ANNA PÁVLOVNA and DOCTOR, followed by VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH, who is in a merry and playful mood and is putting some bank-notes into his purse. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (tightly laced, and wearing a bonnet). Then I am to takeit?

DOCTOR. If the symptoms recur you must certainly take it, but aboveall, you must behave better. How can you expect thick syrup to passthrough a thin little hair tube, especially when we squeeze the tube?It's impossible; and so it is with the biliary duct. It's simpleenough. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. All right, all right!

DOCTOR. Yes. "All right, all right, " and you go on in the same oldway. It won't do, madam--it won't do. Well, good-bye!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. No, not good-bye, only au revoir! For I still expectyou to-night. I shall not be able to make up my mind without you. 

DOCTOR. All right, if I have time I'll pop in. 

 [Exit. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (noticing the PEASANTS). What's this? What? What peopleare these?

 [PEASANTS bow. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. These are peasants from Koursk, come to see LeonídFyódoritch about the sale of some land. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I see they are peasants, but who let them in?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Leoníd Fyódoritch gave the order. He has just beenspeaking to them about the sale of the land. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What sale? There is no need to sell any. But above all, how can one let in people from the street into the house? One can'tlet people in from the street! One can't let people into the house whohave spent the night heaven knows where!. .. (Getting more and moreexcited. ) I daresay every fold of their clothes is full of microbes--of scarlet-fever microbes, of smallpox microbes, of diphtheriamicrobes! Why, they are from Koursk Government, where there is anepidemic of diphtheria . .. Doctor! Doctor! Call the doctor back!

 [LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH goes into his room and shuts the door. GREGORY goes to recall the DOCTOR. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (smokes at the PEASANTS). Never mind, mamma; if youlike I'll fumigate them so that all the microbes will go to pot! Eh, what?

 [ANNA PÁVLOVNA remains severely silent, awaiting the DOCTOR'S return. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (to PEASANTS). And do you fatten pigs? There's afirst-rate business!

FIRST PEASANT. That's just so. We do go in for the pig-fattening linenow and then. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. This kind?. .. 

 [Grunts like a pig. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Vovo, Vovo, leave off!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Isn't it like? Eh, what?

FIRST PEASANT. That's just so. It's very resemblant. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Vovo, leave off, I tell you!

SECOND PEASANT. What's it all about?

THIRD PEASANT. I said, we'd better go to some lodging meanwhile!

 [Enter DOCTOR and GREGORY. 

DOCTOR. What's the matter? What's happened?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Why, you're always saying I must not get excited. Now, how is it possible to keep calm? I do not see my own sister for twomonths, and am careful about any doubtful visitor--and here are peoplefrom Koursk, straight from Koursk, where there is an epidemic ofdiphtheria, right in my house!

DOCTOR. These good fellows you mean, I suppose?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Of course. Straight from a diphtheric place!

DOCTOR. Well, of course, if they come from an infected place it isrash; but still there is no reason to excite yourself so much aboutit. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. But don't you yourself advise carefulness?

DOCTOR. Of course, of course. Still, why excite yourself?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. How can I help it? Now we shall have to have the housecompletely disinfected. 

DOCTOR. Oh, no! Why completely? That would cost 300 roubles or more. I'll arrange it cheaply and well for you. Take, to a large bottle ofwater. .. . 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Boiled?

DOCTOR. It's all the same. Boiled would be better. To one bottle ofwater take a tablespoon of salicylic acid, and have everything theyhave come in contact with washed with the solution. As to the fellowsthemselves, they must be off, of course. That's all. Then you're quitesafe. And it would do no harm to sprinkle some of the same solutionthrough a spray--two or three tumblers--you'll see how well it willact. No danger whatever. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Tánya! Where is Tánya?

 [Enter TÁNYA. 

TÁNYA. Did you call, M'm?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You know that big bottle in my dressing-room?

TÁNYA. Out of which we sprinkled the laundress yesterday?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, of course! What other bottle could I mean? Well, then, take that bottle and first wash with soap the place where theyhave been standing, and then with. .. . 

TÁNYA. Yes, M'm; I know how. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. And then take the spray. .. . However, I had better dothat myself when I get back. 

DOCTOR. Well, then, do so, and don't be afraid! Well, au revoir tillthis evening. 

 [Exit. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. And they must be off! Not a trace of them must remain!Get out, get out! Go--what are you looking at?

FIRST PEASANT. That's just so. It's because of our stupidity, as wewere instructed. .. . 

GREGORY (pushes the PEASANTS out). There, there; be off!

SECOND PEASANT. Let me have my handkerchief back!

 [The handkerchief in which the presents were wrapped. 

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord, oh, Lord! didn't I say--some lodging-housemeanwhile!

 [GREGORY pushes him out. Exeunt PEASANTS. 

PORTER (who has repeatedly tried to say something). --Will there be anyanswer?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Ah, from Bourdier? (Excitedly. ) None! None! You cantake it back. I told her I never ordered such a costume, and I willnot allow my daughter to wear it!

PORTER. I know nothing about it. I was sent. .. . 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Go, go, take it back! I will call myself about it!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (solemnly). Sir Messenger from Bourdier, depart!

PORTER. I might have been told that long ago. I have sat here nearlyfive hours!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Ambassador from Bourdier, begone!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Cease, please!

 [Exit PORTER. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Betsy! Where is she? I always have to wait for her. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (shouting at the top of his voice). Betsy!PETRÍSTCHEF! Come quick, quick, quick! Eh? What?

 [Enter PETRÍSTCHEF, BETSY, and MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You always keep one waiting!

BETSY. On the contrary, I was waiting for you!

 [PETRÍSTCHEF bows with his head only, then kisses ANNA PÁVLOVNA'S hand. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. How d'you do! (To BETSY. ) You always have an answerready!

BETSY. If you are upset, mamma, I had better not go. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Are we going or not?

BETSY. Well, let us go; it can't be helped. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Did you see the man from Bourdier?

BETSY. Yes, and I was very glad. I ordered the costume, and am goingto wear it when it is paid for. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I am not going to pay for a costume that is indecent!

BETSY. Why has it become indecent? First it was decent, and now youhave a fit of prudery. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Not prudery at all! If the bodice were completelyaltered, then it would do. 

BETSY. Mamma, that is quite impossible. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, get dressed. 

 [They sit down. GREGORY puts on their over-shoes for them. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Márya Konstantínovna, do you notice a vacuum in thehall?

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. What is it?

 [Laughs in anticipation. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Bourdier's man has gone! Eh, what? Good, eh?

 [Laughs loudly. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, let us go. (Goes out of the door, but returns atonce. ) Tánya!

TÁNYA. Yes, M'm?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Don't let Frisk catch cold while I am away. If shewants to be let out, put on her little yellow cloak. She is not quitewell to-day. 

TÁNYA. Yes, M'm. 

 [Exeunt ANNA PÁVLOVNA, BETSY, and GREGORY. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. Well, have you got it?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Not without trouble, I can tell you! First I rushedat the gov'nor; he began to bellow and turned me out. Off to themater--I got it out of her. It's here! (Slaps his breast pocket. ) Ifonce I make up my mind, there's no getting away from me. I have adeadly grip! Eh, what? And d'you know, my wolf-hounds are comingto-day. 

 [PETRÍSTCHEF and VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH put on their outdoor things and go out. TÁNYA follows. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (alone). Yes, nothing but unpleasantness. How is itthey can't live in peace? But one must say the new generation are not--the thing. And as to the women's dominion!. .. Why, Leoníd Fyódoritchjust now was going to put in a word, but seeing what a frenzy she wasin--slammed the door behind him. He is a wonderfully kind-hearted man. Yes, wonderfully kind. What's this? Here's Tánya bringing them backagain!

TÁNYA. Come in, come in, grand-dads, never mind!

 [Enter TÁNYA and the PEASANTS. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Why have you brought them back?

TÁNYA. Well, Theodore Ivánitch, we must do something about theirbusiness. I shall have to wash the place anyhow. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But the business will not come off, I see thatalready. 

FIRST PEASANT. How could we best put our affair into action, respectedsir? Your reverence might take a little trouble over it, and we shouldgive you full thankings from the Commune for your trouble. 

THIRD PEASANT. Do try, honey! We can't live! We have so little land. Talk of cattle--why, we have no room to keep a hen!

 [They bow. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I am sorry for you, friends, but I can't think ofany way to help you. I understand your case very well, but he hasrefused. So what can one do? Besides, the lady is also against it. Well, give me your papers--I'll try and see what I can do, but Ihardly hope to succeed. 

 [Exit. 

 [TÁNYA and the three PEASANTS sigh. 

TÁNYA. But tell me, grand-dads, what is it that is wanted?

FIRST PEASANT. Why, only that he should put his signature to ourdocument. 

TÁNYA. That the master should sign? Is that all?

FIRST PEASANT. Yes, only lay his signature on the deed and take themoney, and there would be an end of the matter. 

THIRD PEASANT. He only has to write and sign, as the peasants, let'ssay, desire, so, let's say, I also desire. That's the whole affair--ifhe'd only take it and sign it, it's all done. 

TÁNYA (considering). He need only sign the paper and it's done?

FIRST PEASANT. That's just so. The whole matter is in dependence onthat, and nothing else. Let him sign, and we ask no more. 

TÁNYA. Just wait and see what Theodore Ivánitch will say. If he cannotpersuade the master, I'll try something. 

FIRST PEASANT. Get round him, will you?

TÁNYA. I'll try. 

THIRD PEASANT. Ay, the lass is going to bestir herself. Only get thething settled, and the Commune will bind itself to keep you all yourlife. See there, now!

FIRST PEASANT. If the affair can be put into action, truly we mightput her in a gold frame. 

SECOND PEASANT. That goes without saying!

TÁNYA. I can't promise for certain, but as the saying is: "An attemptis no sin, if you try. .. . "

FIRST PEASANT. "You may win. " That's just so. 

 [Enter THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. No, friends, it's no go! He has not done it, and hewon't do it. Here, take your document. You may go. 

FIRST PEASANT (gives TÁNYA the paper). Then it's on you we pin all ourreliance, for example. 

TÁNYA. Yes, yes! You go into the street, and I'll run out to you in aminute and have a word with you. 

 [Exeunt PEASANTS. 

TÁNYA. Theodore Ivánitch, dear Theodore Ivánitch, ask the master tocome out and speak to me for a moment. I have something to say to him. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What next?

TÁNYA. I must, Theodore Ivánitch. Ask him, do; there's nothing wrongabout it, on my sacred word. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But what do you want with him?

TÁNYA. That's a little secret. I will tell you later on, only ask him. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (smiling). I can't think what you are up to! Allright, I'll go and ask him. 

 [Exit. 

TÁNYA. I'll do it! Didn't he say himself that there is that power inSimon? And I know how to manage. No one found me out that time, andnow I'll teach Simon what to do. If it doesn't succeed it's no greatmatter. After all it's not a sin. 

 [Enter LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH, followed by THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (smiling). Is this the petitioner? Well, what isyour business?

TÁNYA. It's a little secret, Leoníd Fyódoritch; let me tell it youalone. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. What is it? Theodore, leave us for a minute. 

 [Exit THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

TÁNYA. As I have grown up and lived in your house, Leoníd Fyódoritch, and as I am very grateful to you for everything, I shall open my heartto you as to a father. Simon, who is living in your house, wants tomarry me. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. So that's it!

TÁNYA. I open my heart to you as to a father! I have no one to adviseme, being an orphan. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, and why not? He seems a nice lad. 

TÁNYA. Yes, that's true. He would be all right; there is only onething I have my doubts about. It's something about him that I havenoticed and can't make out . .. Perhaps it is something bad. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. What is it? Does he drink?

TÁNYA. God forbid! But since I know that there is such a thing asspiritalism. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Ah, you know that?

TÁNYA. Of course! I understand it very well. Some, of course, throughignorance, don't understand it. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, what then?

TÁNYA. I am very much afraid for Simon. It does happen to him. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. What happens to him?

TÁNYA. Something of a kind like spiritalism. You ask any of theservants. As soon as he gets drowsy at the table, the table begins totremble, and creak like that: tuke, . .. Tuke! All the servants haveheard it. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Why, it's the very thing I was saying to SergéyIvánitch this morning! Yes?. .. 

TÁNYA. Or else . .. When was it?. .. Oh, yes, last Wednesday. We satdown to dinner, and the spoon just jumps into his hand of itself!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Ah, that is interesting! Jumps into his hand? Whenhe was drowsing?

TÁNYA. That I didn't notice. I think he was, though. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes?. .. 

TÁNYA. And that's what I'm afraid of, and what I wanted to ask youabout. May not some harm come of it? To live one's life together, andhim having such a thing in him!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (smiling). No, you need not be afraid, there isnothing bad in that. It only proves him to be a medium--simply amedium. I knew him to be a medium before this. 

TÁNYA. So that's what it is! And I was afraid!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. No, there's nothing to be afraid of. (Aside. )That's capital! Kaptchítch can't come, so we will test himto-night. .. . (To TÁNYA. ) No, my dear, don't be afraid, he will be agood husband and . .. That is only a kind of special power, and everyone has it, only in some it is weaker and in others stronger. 

TÁNYA. Thank you, sir. Now I shan't think any more about it; but I wasso frightened. .. . What a thing it is, our want of education!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. No, no, don't be frightened. .. . Theodore!

 [Enter THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I am going out now. Get everything ready forto-night's séance. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But Mr. Kaptchítch is not coming. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. That does not matter. (Puts on overcoat. ) We shallhave a trial séance with our own medium. 

 [Exit. THEODORE IVÁNITCH goes out with him. 

TÁNYA (alone). He believes it! He believes it! (Shrieks and jumps withjoy. ) He really believes it! Isn't it wonderful! (Shrieks. ) Now I'lldo it, if only Simon has pluck for it!

 [THEODORE IVÁNITCH returns. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, have you told him your secret?

TÁNYA. I'll tell you, too, only later on. .. . But I have a favor to askof you, too, Theodore Ivánitch. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes? What is it?

TÁNYA (shyly). You have been a second father to me, and I will open myheart before you as before God. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Don't beat about the bush, but come straight to thepoint. 

TÁNYA. The point is . .. Well, the point is, that Simon wants to marryme. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Is that it? I thought I noticed. .. . 

TÁNYA. Well, why should I hide it? I am an orphan, and you knowyourself how matters are in these town establishments. Every one comesbothering; there's that Gregory Miháylitch, for instance, he gives meno peace. And also that other one . .. You know. They think I have nosoul, and am only here for their amusement. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Good girl, that's right! Well, what then?

TÁNYA. Well, Simon wrote to his father; and he, his father, sees meto-day, and says: "He's spoilt"--he means his son. Theodore Ivánitch(bows), take the place of a father to me, speak to the old man, --toSimon's father! I could take them into the kitchen, and you might comein and speak to the old man!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (smiling). Then I am to turn match-maker--am I?Well, I can do that. 

TÁNYA. Theodore Ivánitch, dearest, be a father to me, and I'll prayfor you all my life long. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. All right, all right, I'll come later on. Haven't Ipromised?

 [Takes up newspaper. 

TÁNYA. You are a second father to me!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. All right, all right. 

TÁNYA. Then I'll rely on you. 

 [Exit. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (alone, shaking his head). A good affectionate girl. To think that so many like her perish! Get but once into trouble andshe'll go from hand to hand until she sinks into the mire, and cannever be found again! There was that dear little Nataly. She, too, wasa good girl, reared and cared for by a mother. (Takes up paper. ) Well, let's see what tricks Ferdinand is up to in Bulgaria. 

CURTAIN

ACT II

Evening of the same day. The scene represents the interior of theservants' kitchen. The PEASANTS have taken off their outer garmentsand sit drinking tea at the table, and perspiring. THEODORE IVÁNITCHis smoking a cigar at the other side of the stage. The discharged COOKis lying on the brick oven, and is unseen during the early part of thescene. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. My advice is, don't hinder him! If it's his wishand hers, in Heaven's name, let him do it. She is a good, honest girl. Never mind her being a bit dressy; she can't help that, living intown: she is a good girl all the same. 

SECOND PEASANT. Well, of course, if it is his wish, let him! He'llhave to live with her, not me. But she's certainly uncommon spruce. How's one to take her into one's hut? Why, she'll not let hermother-in-law so much as pat her on the head. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. That does not depend on the spruceness, but oncharacter. If her nature is good, she's sure to be docile andrespectful. 

SECOND PEASANT. Ah, well, we'll have her if the lad's bent on havingher. After all, it's a bad job to live with one as one don't care for. I'll consult my missus, and then may Heaven bless them!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Then let's shake hands on it!

SECOND PEASANT. Well, it seems it will have to come off. 

FIRST PEASANT. Eh, Zachary! fortune's a-smiling on you! You've come toaccomplish a piece of business, and just see what a duchess of adaughter-in-law you've obtained. All that's left to be done is to havea drink on it, and then it will be all in order. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. That's not at all necessary. 

 [An awkward silence. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I know something of your way of life, too, youknow. I am even thinking of purchasing a bit of land, building acottage, and working on the land myself somewhere; maybe in yourneighborhood. 

SECOND PEASANT. A very good thing, too. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. When one has got the money one can getall kinds of pleasure in the country. 

THIRD PEASANT. Say no more about it! Country life let's say, is freerin every way, not like the town!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. There now, would you let me join your Commune if Isettled among you?

SECOND PEASANT. Why not? If you stand drink for the Elders, they'llaccept you soon enough!

FIRST PEASANT. And if you open a public-house, for example, or an inn, why, you'd have such a life you'd never need to die! You might livelike a king, and no mistake. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, we'll see. I should certainly like to have afew quiet years in my old age. Though my life here is good enough, andI should be sorry to leave. Leoníd Fyódoritch is an exceedinglykind-hearted man. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. But how about our business? Is itpossible that he is going to leave it without any termination?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. He'd do it willingly. 

SECOND PEASANT. It seems he's afraid of his wife. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. It's not that he's afraid, but they don't hitthings off together. 

THIRD PEASANT. But you should try, father! How are we to live else?We've so little land. .. . 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. We'll see what comes of Tánya's attempt. She'staken the business into her hands now!

THIRD PEASANT (takes a sip of tea). Father, be merciful. We've solittle land. A hen, let's say, we've no room for a hen, let alone thecattle. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. If the business depended on me. .. . (To SECONDPEASANT. ) Well, friend, so we've done our bit of match-making! It'sagreed then about Tánya?

SECOND PEASANT. I've given my word, and I'll not go back on it withouta good reason. If only our business succeeds!

 [Enter SERVANTS' COOK, who looks up at the oven, makes a sign, and then begins to speak animatedly to THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

SERVANTS' COOK. Just now Simon was called upstairs from the frontkitchen! The master and that other bald-headed one who calls upspirits with him, ordered him to sit down and take the place ofKaptchítch!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. You don't say so!

SERVANTS' COOK. Yes, Jacob told Tánya. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Extraordinary!

 [Enter COACHMAN. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What do you want?

COACHMAN (to THEODORE IVÁNITCH). You may just tell them I never agreedto live with a lot of dogs! Let any one who likes do it, but I willnever agree to live among dogs!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What dogs?

COACHMAN. Three dogs have been sent into our room by VasílyLeoníditch! They've messed it all over. They're whining, and if onecomes near them they bite--the devils! They'd tear you to pieces ifyou didn't mind. I've a good mind to take a club and smash their legsfor them!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But when did they come?

COACHMAN. Why, to-day, from the Dog Show; the devil knows what kindthey are, but they're an expensive sort. Are we or the dogs to live inthe coachmen's quarters? You just go and ask!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes, that will never do. I'll go and ask about it. 

COACHMAN. They'd better be brought here to Loukérya. 

SERVANTS' COOK (angrily). People have to eat here, and you'd like tolock dogs in here! As it is. .. . 

COACHMAN. And I've got the liveries, and the sledge-covers and theharness there, and they expect things kept clean! Perhaps the porter'slodge might do. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I must ask Vasíly Leoníditch. 

COACHMAN (angrily). He'd better hang the brutes round his neck and lugthem about with him! But no fear: he'd rather ride on horsebackhimself. It's he as spoilt. Beauty without rhyme or reason. That was ahorse!. .. Oh, dear! what a life!

 [Exit, slamming door. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. That's not right! Certainly not right! (ToPEASANTS. ) Well, then, it's time we were saying good-bye, friends. 

PEASANTS. Good-bye!

 [Exit THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

 [As soon as he is gone a sound of groaning is heard from the top of the oven. 

SECOND PEASANT. He's sleek, that one; looks like a general. 

SERVANTS' COOK. Rather! Why he has a room all to himself; he gets hiswashing, his tea and sugar, and food from the master's table. 

DISCHARGED COOK (on the oven). Why shouldn't the old beggar live well?He's lined his pockets all right!

SECOND PEASANT. Who's that up there, on the oven?

SERVANTS' COOK. Oh, it's only a man. 

 [Silence. 

FIRST PEASANT. Well, and you, too, as I noticed a while since when youwere supping, have capital food to eat. 

SERVANTS' COOK. We can't complain. She's not mean about the food. Wehave wheat bread every Sunday, and fish when a holiday happens to be afast-day, too, and those who like may eat meat. 

SECOND PEASANT. And does any one tuck into flesh on fast-days?

SERVANTS' COOK. Oh, they nearly all do! Only the old coachman--not theone who was here just now but the old one--and Simon, and I and thehousekeeper, fast--all the others eat meat. 

SECOND PEASANT. And the master himself?

SERVANTS' COOK. Catch him! Why, I bet he's forgotten there is such athing as fasting!

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord!

FIRST PEASANT. That's the gentlefolks' way: they have got it all outof their books. 'Cos of their intelex!

THIRD PEASANT. Shouldn't wonder if they feed on wheat bread every day!

SERVANTS' COOK. Wheat bread, indeed! Much they think of wheat bread!You should see what food they eat. No end of different things!

FIRST PEASANT. In course gentlefolks' food is of an airial kind. 

SERVANTS' COOK. Airial, of course, but all the same they're good atstuffing themselves, they are!

FIRST PEASANT. Have healthy appekites, so to say. 

SERVANTS' COOK. 'Cos they always rinse it down! All with sweet wines, and spirits, and fizzy liquors. They have a different one to suitevery kind of food. They eat and rinse it down, and eat and rinse itdown, they do. 

FIRST PEASANT. And so the food's floated down in proportion, so tosay. 

SERVANTS' COOK. Ah, yes, they are good at stuffing! It's awful! Yousee, it's not just sitting down, eating, then saying grace and goingaway--they're always at it!

SECOND PEASANT. Like pigs with their feet in the trough!

 [Peasants laugh. 

SERVANTS' COOK. As soon as, by God's grace, they have opened theireyes, the samovár is brought in--tea, coffee, chocolate. Hardly is thesecond samovár emptied, a third has to be set. Then lunch, thendinner, then again coffee. They've hardly left off, then comes tea, and all sorts of tit-bits and sweetmeats--there's never an end to it!They even lie in bed and eat!

THIRD PEASANT. There now; that's good. 

 [Laughs. 

FIRST AND SECOND PEASANTS. What are you about?

THIRD PEASANT. If I could only live a single day like that!

SECOND PEASANT. But when do they do their work?

SERVANTS' COOK. Work indeed! What is their work? Cards and piano--that's all their work. The young lady used to sit down to the piano assoon as she opened her eyes, and off she'd go! And that other one wholives here, the teacher, stands and waits. "When will the piano befree?" When one has finished, off rattles the other, and sometimesthey'd put two pianos near one another and four of 'em would bust outat once. Bust out in such a manner, you could hear 'em down here!

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord!

SERVANTS' COOK. Well, and that's all the work they do! Piano or cards!As soon as they have met together--cards, wine, smoking, and so on, all night long. And as soon as they are up: eating again!

 [Enter SIMON. 

SIMON. Hope you're enjoying your tea!

FIRST PEASANT. Come and join us. 

SIMON. (comes up to the table). Thank you kindly. 

 [First PEASANT pours out a cup of tea for him. 

SECOND PEASANT. Where have you been?

SIMON. Upstairs. 

SECOND PEASANT. Well, and what was being done there?

SIMON. Why, I couldn't make it out at all! I don't know how to explainit. 

SECOND PEASANT. But what was it?

SIMON. I can't explain it. They have been trying some kind of strengthin me. I can't make it out. Tánya says, "Do it, and we'll get the landfor our peasants; he'll sell it them. "

SECOND PEASANT. But how is she going to manage it?

SIMON. I can't make it out, and she won't say. She says, "Do as I tellyou, " and that's all. 

SECOND PEASANT. But what is it you have to do?

SIMON. Nothing just now. They made me sit down, put out the lights andtold me to sleep. And Tánya had hidden herself there. They didn't seeher, but I did. 

SECOND PEASANT. Why? What for?

SIMON. The Lord only knows--I can't make it out. 

FIRST PEASANT. Naturally, it is for the distraction of time. 

SECOND PEASANT. Well, it's clear you and I can make nothing of it. Youhad better tell me whether you have taken all your wages yet. 

SIMON. No, I've not drawn any. I have twenty-eight roubles to thegood, I think. 

SECOND PEASANT. That's all right! Well, if God grants that we get theland, I'll take you home, Simon. 

SIMON. With all my heart!

SECOND PEASANT. You've got spoilt, I should say. You'll not want toplough?

SIMON. Plough? Only give me the chance! Plough or mow, --I'm game. Those are things one doesn't forget. 

FIRST PEASANT. But it don't seem very desirous after town life, forexample? Eh!

SIMON. It's good enough for me. One can live in the country, too. 

FIRST PEASANT. And Daddy Mítry here is already on the look-out foryour place; he's hankering after a life of luckshury!

SIMON. Eh, Daddy Mítry, you'd soon get sick of it. It seems easyenough when one looks at it, but there's a lot of running about thattakes it out of one. 

SERVANTS' COOK. You should see one of their balls, Daddy Mítry, thenyou would be surprised!

THIRD PEASANT. Why, do they eat all the time?

SERVANTS' COOK. My eye! You should have seen what we had here awhileago. Theodore Ivánitch took me upstairs and I peeped in. The ladies--awful! Dressed up! Dressed up, bless my heart, and all bare down tohere, and their arms bare. 

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord!

SECOND PEASANT. Faugh! How beastly!

FIRST PEASANT. I take it the climate allows of that sort of thing!

SERVANTS' COOK. Well, daddy, so I peeped in. Dear me, what it waslike! All of 'em in their natural skins! Would you believe it: oldwomen--our mistress, only think, she's a grandmother, and even she'dgone and bared her shoulders. 

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord!

SERVANTS' COOK. And what next? The music strikes up, and each man of'em went up to his own, catches hold of her, and off they go twirlinground and round!

SECOND PEASANT. The old women, too?

SERVANTS' COOK. Yes, the old ones, too. 

SIMON. No, the old ones sit still. 

SERVANTS' COOK. Get along, --I've seen it myself!

SIMON. No, they don't. 

DISCHARGED COOK (in a hoarse voice, looking down from the oven). That's the Polka-Mazurka. You fools don't understand what dancing is. The way they dance. .. . 

SERVANTS' COOK. Shut up, you dancer! And keep quiet--there's some onecoming. 

 [Enter GREGORY; old COOK hides hurriedly. 

GREGORY (to SERVANTS' COOK). Bring some sour cabbage. 

SERVANTS' COOK. I am only just up from the cellar, and now I must godown again! Who is it for?

GREGORY. For the young ladies. Be quick, and send it up with Simon. Ican't wait!

SERVANTS' COOK. There now, they tuck into sweetmeats till they arefull up, and then they crave for sour cabbage!

FIRST PEASANT. That's to make a clearance. 

SERVANTS' COOK. Of course, and as soon as there is room inside, theybegin again!

 [Takes basin, and exit. 

GREGORY (at PEASANTS). Look at them, how they've establishedthemselves down here! Mind, if the mistress finds it out she'll giveit you hot, like she did this morning!

 [Exit, laughing. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it, she did raise a storm that time--awful!

SECOND PEASANT. That time it looked as if the master was going to stepin, but seeing that the missus was about to blow the very roof off thehouse, he slams the door. Have your own way, thinks he. 

THIRD PEASANT (waving his arm). It's the same everywhere. My oldwoman, let's say, she kicks up such a rumpus sometimes--it's justawful! Then I just get out of the hut. Let her go to Jericho! She'llgive you one with the poker if you don't mind. Oh, Lord!

 [JACOB enters hurriedly with a prescription. 

JACOB. Here, Simon, you run to the chemist's and get these powders forthe mistress!

SIMON. But master told me not to go out. 

JACOB. You've plenty of time; your business won't begin till aftertheir tea. Hope you are enjoying your tea!

FIRST PEASANT. Thanks, come and join us. 

 [Exit SIMON. 

JACOB. I haven't time. However, I'll just have one cup for company'ssake. 

FIRST PEASANT. And we've just been having a conversation as to howyour mistress carried on so haughty this morning. 

JACOB. Oh, she's a reg'lar fury! So hot-tempered, that she gets quitebeside herself. Sometimes she even bursts out crying. 

FIRST PEASANT. Now, there's a thing I wanted to ask you about. What, for example, be these mikerots she was illuding to erewhile? "They'veinfested the house with mikerots, with mikerots, " she says. What isone to make of these same mikerots?

JACOB. Mikerogues, you mean! Well, it seems there is such a kind ofbugs; all illnesses come from them, they say. So she says there aresome of 'em on you. After you were gone, they washed and washed andsprinkled the place where you had stood. There's a kind of physic askills these same bugs, they say. Second Peasant. Then where have wegot these bugs on us?

JACOB (drinking his tea). Why, they say they're so small that onecan't see 'em even through a glass. 

SECOND PEASANT. Then how does she know I've got 'em on me? Perhapsthere's more of that muck on her than on me!

JACOB. There now, you go and ask her!

SECOND PEASANT. I believe it's humbug. 

JACOB. Of course it's bosh. The doctors must invent something, or elsewhat are they paid for? There's one comes to us every day. Comes, --talks a bit, --and pockets ten roubles!

SECOND PEASANT. Nonsense!

JACOB. Why, there's one as takes a hundred!

FIRST PEASANT. A hundred? Humbug!

JACOB. A hundred. Humbug, you say? Why, if he has to go out of town, he'll not do it for less than a thousand! "Give a thousand, " he says, "or else you may kick the bucket for what I care!"

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord!

SECOND PEASANT. Then does he know some charm?

JACOB. I suppose he must. I served at a General's outside Moscow once:a cross, terrible proud old fellow he was--just awful. Well, thisGeneral's daughter fell ill. They send for that doctor at once. "Athousand roubles, then I'll come. " Well, they agreed, and he came. Then they did something or other he didn't like, and he bawled out atthe General and says, "Is this the way you show your respect for me?Then I'll not attend her!" And, oh, my! The old General forgot all hispride, and starts wheedling him in every way not to chuck up the job!

FIRST PEASANT. And he got the thousand?

JACOB. Of course!

SECOND PEASANT. That's easy got money. What wouldn't a peasant do withsuch a sum!

THIRD PEASANT. And I think it's all bosh. That time my foot wasfestering I had it doctored ever so long. I spent nigh on five roubleson it, --then I gave up doctoring, and it got all right!

 [DISCHARGED COOK on the oven coughs. 

JACOB. Ah, the old crony is here again!

FIRST PEASANT. Who might that man be?

JACOB. He used to be our master's cook. He comes to see Loukérya. 

FIRST PEASANT. Kitchen-master, as one might say. Then, does he livehere?

JACOB. No, they won't allow that. He's here one day, there another. Ifhe's got a copper he goes to a dosshouse; but when he has drunk all, he comes here. 

SECOND PEASANT. How did he come to this?

JACOB. Simply grew weak. And what a man he used to be--like agentleman! Went about with a gold watch; got forty roubles a monthwages. And now look at him! He'd have starved to death long ago if ithadn't been for Loukérya. 

 [Enter SERVANTS' COOK with the sour cabbage. 

JACOB (to SERVANTS' COOK). I see you've got Paul Petróvitch hereagain?

SERVANTS' COOK. And where's he to go to? Is he to go and freeze?

THIRD PEASANT. What liquor does. .. . Liquor, let's say. .. . 

 [Clicks his tongue sympathetically. 

SECOND PEASANT. Of course. A firm man's firm as a rock; a weak man'sweaker than water. 

DISCHARGED COOK (gets off the oven with trembling hands and legs). Loukérya, I say, give us a drop!

SERVANTS' COOK. What are you up to? I'll give you such a drop!. .. 

DISCHARGED COOK. Have you no conscience? I'm dying! Brothers, acopper. .. . 

SERVANTS' COOK. Get back on the oven, I tell you!

DISCHARGED COOK. Half a glass only, cook, for Heaven's sake! I say, doyou understand? I ask you in the name of Heaven, now!

SERVANTS' COOK. Come along, here's some tea for you. 

DISCHARGED COOK. Tea; what is tea? Weak, sloppy stuff. A little vódka--just one little drop. .. . Loukérya!

THIRD PEASANT. Poor old soul, what agony it is!

SECOND PEASANT. You'd better give him some. 

SERVANTS' COOK (gets out a bottle and fills a wine-glass). Here youare; you'll get no more. 

DISCHARGED COOK (clutches hold of it and drinks, trembling all over). Loukérya, Cook! I am drinking, and you must understand. .. . 

SERVANTS' COOK. Now, then, stop your chatter! Get on to the oven, andlet not a breath of you be heard!

 [The old COOK meekly begins to climb up, muttering something to himself. 

SECOND PEASANT. What it is, when a man gives way to his weakness!

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it--human weakness. 

THIRD PEASANT. That goes without saying. 

 [The DISCHARGED COOK settles down, muttering all the time. 

 [Silence. 

SECOND PEASANT. I want to ask you something: that girl of Aksínya's ascomes from our village and is living here. How is she? What is shelike? How is she living--I mean, does she live honest?

JACOB. She's a nice girl; one can say nothing but good of her. 

SERVANTS' COOK. I'll tell you straight, daddy; I know this hereestablishment out and out, and if you mean to have Tánya for yourson's wife--be quick about it, before she comes to grief, or elseshe'll not escape!

JACOB. Yes, that's true. A while ago we had a girl here, Nataly. Shewas a good girl too. And she was lost without rhyme or reason. Nobetter than that chap!

 [Pointing to the old COOK. 

SERVANTS' COOK. There's enough to dam a mill-pool, with the likes ofus, as perish! 'Cos why, every one is tempted by the easy life and thegood food. And see there, --as soon as one has tasted the good food shegoes and slips. And once she's slipped, they don't want her, but get afresh one in her place. So it was with dear little Nataly; she alsoslipped, and they turned her out. She had a child and fell ill, anddied in the hospital last spring. And what a girl she used to be!

THIRD PEASANT. Oh, Lord! People are weak; they ought to be pitied. 

DISCHARGED COOK. Those devils pity? No fear! (He hangs his legs downfrom the oven. ) I have stood roasting myself by the kitchen range forthirty years, and now that I am not wanted, I may go and die like adog. .. . Pity indeed!. .. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. It's the old circumstances. 

SECOND PEASANT. While they drank and they fed, you were "curly head. "When they'd finished the prog, 'twas "Get out, mangy dog!"

THIRD PEASANT. Oh Lord!

DISCHARGED COOK. Much you know. What is "Sautey a la Bongmont"? Whatis "Bavassary"? Oh, the things I could make! Think of it! The Emperortasted my work, and now the devils want me no longer. But I am notgoing to stand it!

SERVANTS' COOK. Now, then, stop that noise, mind. .. . Get up right intothe corner, so that no one can see you, or else Theodore Ivánitch orsome one may come in, and both you and me'll be turned out!

 [Silence. 

JACOB. And do you know my part of the country? I'm from Voznesénsky. 

SECOND PEASANT. Not know it? Why, it's no more'n ten miles from ourvillage; not that across the ford! Do you cultivate any land there?

JACOB. My brother does, and I send my wages. Though I live here, I amdying for a sight of home. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. 

SECOND PEASANT. Then Anísim is your brother?

JACOB. Own brother. He lives at the farther end of the village. 

SECOND PEASANT. Of course, I know; his is the third house. 

 [Enter TÁNYA, running. 

TÁNYA. Jacob, what are you doing, amusing yourself here? She iscalling you!

JACOB. I'm coming; but what's up?

TÁNYA. Frisk is barking; it's hungry. And she's scolding you. "Howcruel he is, " she says. "He's no feeling, " she says. "It's long pastFrisk's dinner-time, and he has not brought her food!"

 [Laughs. 

JACOB (rises to go). Oh, she's cross? What's going to happen now, Iwonder?

SERVANTS' COOK. Here, take the cabbage with you. 

JACOB. All right, give it here. 

 [Takes basin, and exit. 

FIRST PEASANT. Who is going to dine now?

TÁNYA. Why, the dog! It's her dog. (Sits down and takes up thetea-pot. ) Is there any more tea? I've brought some. 

 [Puts fresh tea into the tea-pot. 

FIRST PEASANT. Dinner for a dog?

TÁNYA. Yes, of course! They prepare a special cutlet for her; it mustnot be too fat. And I do the washing--the dog's washing, I mean. 

THIRD PEASANT. Oh Lord!

TÁNYA. It's like that gentleman who had a funeral for his dog. 

SECOND PEASANT. What's that?

TÁNYA. Why, some one told me he had a dog--I mean the gentleman had adog. And it died. It was winter, and he went in his sledge to burythat dog. Well, he buried it, and on the way home he sits and cries--the gentleman does. Well, there was such a bitter frost that thecoachman's nose keeps running, and he has to keep wiping it. Let mefill your cup! (Fills it. ) So he keeps wiping his nose, and thegentleman sees it, and says, "What are you crying about?" And thecoachman, he says, "Why, sir, how can I help it; is there another doglike him?"

 [Laughs. 

SECOND PEASANT. And I daresay he thinks to himself, "If your own selfwas to kick the bucket I'd not cry. "

 [Laughs. 

DISCHARGED COOK (from up on the oven). That is true; that's right!

TÁNYA. Well, the gentleman, he gets home and goes straight to hislady: "What a good-hearted man our coachman is; he was crying all theway home about poor Dash. Have him called. .. . Here, drink this glassof vódka, " he says, "and here's a rouble as a reward for you. " That'sjust like her saying Jacob has no feelings for her dog!

 [The PEASANTS laugh. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's the style!

SECOND PEASANT. That was a go!

THIRD PEASANT. Aye, lassie, but you've set us a-laughing!

TÁNYA (pouring out more tea). Have some more! Yes, it only seems thatour life is pleasant; but sometimes it is very disgusting, --clearingup all their messes! Faugh! It's better in the country. (PEASANTS turntheir cups upside-down, as a polite sign that they have had enough. TÁNYA pours out more tea. ) Have some more, Efím Antónitch. I'll fillyour cup, Mítry Vlásitch. 

THIRD PEASANT. All right, fill it, fill it. 

FIRST PEASANT. Well, dear, and what progression is our businessmaking?

TÁNYA. It's getting on. .. . 

FIRST PEASANT. Simon told us. .. . 

TÁNYA. (quickly). Did he?

SECOND PEASANT. But he could not make us understand. 

TÁNYA. I can't tell you now, but I'm doing my best--all I can! AndI've got your paper here! (Shows the paper hidden under the bib of herapron. ) If only one thing succeeds . .. (Shrieks. ) Oh, how nice itwould be!

SECOND PEASANT. Don't lose that paper, mind. It has cost money. 

TÁNYA. Never fear. You only want him to sign it? Is that all?

THIRD PEASANT. Why, what else? Let's say he's signed it, and it'sdone! (Turns his cup upside-down. ) I've had enough. 

TÁNYA (aside). He'll sign it; you'll see he will. .. . Have some more. 

 [Pours out tea. 

FIRST PEASANT. If only you get this business about the sale of theland settled, the Commune would pay your marriage expenses. 

 [Refuses the tea. 

TÁNYA (pouring out tea). Do have another cup. 

THIRD PEASANT. You get it done, and we'll arrange your marriage, and Imyself, let's say, will dance at the wedding. Though I've never dancedin all my born days, I'll dance then!

TÁNYA (laughing). All right, I'll be in hopes of it. 

 [Silence. 

SECOND PEASANT (examines TÁNYA). That's all very well, but you're notfit for peasant work. 

TÁNYA. Who? I? Why, don't you think me strong enough? You should seeme lacing up my mistress. There's many a peasant couldn't tug as hard. 

SECOND PEASANT. Where do you tug her to?

TÁNYA. Well, there's a thing made with bone, like--something like astiff jacket, only up to here! Well, and I pull the strings just aswhen you saddle a horse--when you . .. What d'ye call it? You know, when you spit on your hands!

SECOND PEASANT. Tighten the girths, you mean. 

TÁNYA. Yes, yes, that's it. And you know I mustn't shove against herwith my knee. 

 [Laughs. 

SECOND PEASANT. Why do you pull her in?

TÁNYA. For a reason!

SECOND PEASANT. Why, is she doing penance?

TÁNYA. No, it's for beauty's sake!

FIRST PEASANT. That's to say, you pull in her paunch for appearance'sake. 

TÁNYA. Sometimes I lace her up so that her eyes are ready to startfrom her head, and she says, "Tighter, " till my hands tingle. And yousay I'm not strong!

 [PEASANTS laugh and shake their heads. 

TÁNYA. But here, I've been jabbering. 

 [Runs away, laughing. 

THIRD PEASANT. Ah, the lassie has made us laugh!

FIRST PEASANT. She's a tidy one!

SECOND PEASANT. She's not bad. 

 [Enter SAHÁTOF and VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. SAHÁTOF holds a teaspoon in his hand. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Not exactly a dinner, but a déjeuner dinatoire. Andfirst-rate it was, I tell you. Ham of sucking-pig, delicious! Roulierfeeds one splendidly! I've only just returned. (Sees PEASANTS. ) Ah, the peasants are here again!

SAHÁTOF. Yes, yes, that's all very well, but we came here to hide thisarticle. Where shall we hide it?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Excuse me a moment. (To SERVANTS' COOK. ) Where arethe dogs?

SERVANTS' COOK. In the coachman's quarters. You can't keep dogs in theservants' kitchen!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Ah, in the coachman's quarters? All right. 

SAHÁTOF. I am waiting. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Excuse me, please. Eh, what? Hide it? I'll tell youwhat. Let's put it into one of the peasants' pockets. That one. I say, where's your pocket? Eh, what?

THIRD PEASANT. What for d'ye want my pocket? You're a good 'un! Mypocket! There's money in my pocket!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Where's your bag, then?

THIRD PEASANT. What for?

SERVANTS' COOK. What d'you mean? That's the young master!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (laughs. To SAHÁTOF). D'you know why he's sofrightened? Shall I tell you? He's got a heap of money. Eh, what?

SAHÁTOF. Yes, yes, I see. Well, you talk to them a bit, and I'll putit into that bag without being observed, so that they should notnotice and could not point it out to him. Talk to them. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. All right! (To PEASANTS. ) Well then, old fellows, how about the land? Are you buying it? Eh, what?

FIRST PEASANT. We have made an offering, so to say, with our wholeheart. But there, --the business don't come into action nohow. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. You should not be so stingy! Land is an importantmatter! I told you about planting mint. Or else tobacco would also do. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. Every kind of producks. 

THIRD PEASANT. And you help us, master. Ask your father. Or else howare we to live? There's so little land. A fowl, let's say, there's notenough room for a fowl to run about. 

SAHÁTOF (having put the spoon into a bag belonging to the THIRDPEASANT). C'est fait. Ready. Come along. 

 [Exit. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. So don't be stingy! Eh? Well, good-bye. 

 [Exit. 

THIRD PEASANT. Didn't I say, come to some lodging-house? Well, supposing we'd had to give three-pence each, then at least we'd havebeen in peace. As to here, the Lord be merciful! "Give us the money, "he says. What's that for?

SECOND PEASANT. He's drunk, I daresay. 

 [PEASANTS turn their cups upside-down, rise, and cross themselves. 

FIRST PEASANT. And d'you mind what a saying he threw out? Sowing mint!One must know how to understand them, that one must!

SECOND PEASANT. Sow mint indeed! He'd better bend his own back at thatwork, and then it's not mint he'll hanker after, no fear! Well, manythanks!. .. And now, good woman, would you tell us where we could liedown to sleep?

SERVANTS' COOK. One of you can lie on the oven, and the others onthese benches. 

THIRD PEASANT. Christ save you!

 [Prays, crossing himself. 

FIRST PEASANT. If only by God's help we get our business settled!(Lies down. ) Then to-morrow, after dinner, we'd be off by the train, and on Tuesday we'd be home again. 

SECOND PEASANT. Are you going to put out the light?

SERVANTS' COOK. Put it out? Oh, no! They'll keep running down here, first for one thing then another. .. . You lie down, I'll lower it. 

SECOND PEASANT. How is one to live, having so little land? Why, thisyear, I have had to buy corn since Christmas. And the oat-straw is allused up. I'd like to get hold of ten acres, and then I could takeSimon back. 

THIRD PEASANT. You're a man with a family. You'd get the landcultivated without trouble. If only the business comes off. 

SECOND PEASANT. We must pray to the Holy Virgin, maybe she'll help usout. (Silence, broken by sighs. Then footsteps and voices are heardoutside. The door opens. Enter GROSSMAN hurriedly, with his eyesbandaged, holding SAHÁTOF'S hand, and followed by the PROFESSOR andthe DOCTOR, the FAT LADY and LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH, BETSY and PETRÍSTCHEF, VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH and MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA, ANNA PÁVLOVNA and theBARONESS, THEODORE IVÁNITCH and TÁNYA. )

 [PEASANTS jump up. GROSSMAN comes forward stepping quickly, then stops. 

FAT LADY. You need not trouble yourselves; I have undertaken the taskof observing, and am strictly fulfilling my duty! Mr. Sahátof, are younot leading him?

SAHÁTOF. Of course not!

FAT LADY. You must not lead him, but neither must you resist! (ToLEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. ) I know these experiments. I have tried themmyself. Sometimes I used to feel a certain effluence, and as soon as Ifelt it. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. May I beg of you to keep perfect silence?

FAT LADY. Oh, I understand so well! I have experienced it myself. Assoon as my attention was diverted I could no longer. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Sh. .. !

 [GROSSMAN goes about, searches near the FIRST and SECOND PEASANTS, then approaches the THIRD, and stumbles over a bench. 

BARONESS. Mais dites-moi, on le paye?[6]

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Je ne saurais vous dire. 

BARONESS. Mais c'est un monsieur?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Oh, oui!

BARONESS. Ça tient du miraculeux. N'est ce pas? Comment est-ce qu'iltrouve?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Je ne saurais vous dire. Mon mari vous l'expliquera. (Noticing PEASANTS, turns round, and sees the SERVANTS' COOK. ) Pardon. .. What is this?

 [BARONESS goes up to the group. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. (to SERVANTS' COOK). Who let the peasants in?

SERVANTS' COOK. Jacob brought them in. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Who gave Jacob the order?

SERVANTS' COOK. I can't say. Theodore Ivánitch has seen them. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Leoníd!

 [LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH does not hear, being absorbed in the search, and says, Sh. .. . 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Theodore Ivánitch! What is the meaning of this? Did younot see me disinfecting the whole hall, and now the whole kitchen isinfected, all the rye bread, the milk. .. . 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I thought there would not be any danger if theycame here. The men have come on business. They have far to go, and arefrom our village. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. That's the worst of it! They are from the Kourskvillage, where people are dying of diphtheria like flies! But thechief thing is, I ordered them out of the house!. .. Did I, or did Inot? (Approaches the others that have gathered round the PEASANTS. ) Becareful! Don't touch them--they are all infected with diphtheria!

 [No one heeds her, and she steps aside in a dignified manner and stands quietly waiting. 

PETRÍSTCHEF (sniffs loudly). I don't know if it is diphtheria, butthere is some kind of infection in the air. Don't you notice it?

BETSY. Stop your nonsense! Vovo, which bag is it in?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. That one, that one. He is getting near, very near!

PETRÍSTCHEF. Is it spirits divine, or spirits of wine?

BETSY. Now your cigarette comes in handy for once. Smoke closer, closer to me. 

 [PETRÍSTCHEF leans over her and smokes at her. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. He's getting near, I tell you. Eh, what?

GROSSMAN (searches excitedly round the THIRD PEASANT). It is here; Ifeel it is!

FAT LADY. Do you feel an effluence?

 [GROSSMAN stoops and finds the spoon in the bag. 

ALL. Bravo!

 [General enthusiasm. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Ah! So that's where our spoon was. (To PEASANTS. )Then that's the sort you are!

THIRD PEASANT. What sort? I didn't take your spoon! What are youmaking out? I didn't take it, and my soul knows nothing about it. Ididn't take it--there! Let him do what he likes. I knew he came herefor no good. "Where's your bag?" says he. I didn't take it, the Lordis my witness! (Crosses himself. ) I didn't take it!

 [The young people group round the PEASANT, laughing. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (angrily to his son). Always playing the fool! (Tothe THIRD PEASANT. ) Never mind, friend! We know you did not take it;it was only an experiment. 

GROSSMAN (removes bandage from his eyes, and pretends to be comingto). Can I have a little water?

 [All fuss round him. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Let's go straight from here into the coachman'sroom. I've got a bitch there--épâtante![7]

BETSY. What a horrid word! Couldn't you say dog?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. No. I can't say--Betsy is a man, épâtante. I shouldhave to say young woman; it's a parallel case. Eh, what? MáryaKonstantínovna, isn't it true? Good, eh?

 [Laughs loudly. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. Well, let us go. 

 [Exeunt MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA, BETSY, PETRÍSTCHEF, and VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. 

FAT LADY (to GROSSMAN). Well? how are you? Have you rested? (GROSSMANdoes not answer. To SAHÁTOF. ) And you, Mr. Sahátof, did you feel theeffluence?

SAHÁTOF. I felt nothing. Yes, it was very fine--very fine. Quite asuccess!

BARONESS. --Admirable! Ça ne le fait pas souffrir? [8]

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Pas le moins du monde. 

PROFESSOR (to GROSSMAN). May I trouble you? (Hands him a thermometer. )At the beginning of the experiment it was 37 decimal 2 degrees. [9](To DOCTOR. ) That's right, I think? Would you mind feeling his pulse?Some loss is inevitable. 

DOCTOR (to GROSSMAN). Now then, sir, let's have your hand; we'll see, we'll see. 

 [Takes out his watch and feels GROSSMAN'S pulse. 

FAT LADY (to GROSSMAN). One moment! The condition you were in couldnot be called sleep?

GROSSMAN (wearily). It was hypnosis. 

SAHÁTOF. In that case, are we to understand that you hypnotisedyourself?

GROSSMAN. And why not? An hypnotic state may ensue not only inconsequence of association--the sound of the tom-tom, for instance, inCharcot's method--but by merely entering an hypnogenetic zone. 

SAHÁTOF. Granting that, it would still be desirable to define whathypnotism is, more exactly?

PROFESSOR. Hypnotism is a phenomenon resulting from the transmutationof one energy into another. 

GROSSMAN. Charcot does not so define it. 

SAHÁTOF. A moment, just a moment! That is your definition, butLiébault told me himself. .. . 

DOCTOR (lets go of GROSSMAN'S pulse). Ah, that's all right; well, now, the temperature?

FAT LADY (interrupting). No, allow me! I agree with the Professor. Andhere's the very best proof. After my illness, when I lay insensible, adesire to speak came over me. In general I am of a silent disposition, but then I was overcome by this desire to speak, and I spoke andspoke, and I was told that I spoke in such a way that every one wasastonished! (To SAHÁTOF. ) But I think I interrupted you?

SAHÁTOF (with dignity). Not at all. Pray continue. 

DOCTOR. Pulse 82, and the temperature has risen three-tenths of adegree. 

PROFESSOR. There you are! That's a proof! That's just as it should be. (Takes out pocket-book and writes. ) 82, yes? And 37 and 5. When thehypnotic state is induced, it invariably produces a heightened actionof the heart. 

DOCTOR. I can, as a medical man, bear witness that your prognosis wasjustified by the event. 

PROFESSOR (to SAHÁTOF). You were saying?. .. 

SAHÁTOF. I wished to say that Liébault told me himself that thehypnotic is only one particular psychical state, increasingsusceptibility to suggestion. 

PROFESSOR. That is so, but still the law of equivalents is the chiefthing. 

GROSSMAN. Moreover, Liébault is far from being an authority, whileCharcot has studied the subject from all sides, and has proved thathypnotism produced by a blow, a trauma. .. . 

 [All talking together--

 SAHÁTOF. Yes, but I don't reject Charcot's labor. I know him also, I am only repeating what Liébault told me. .. 

 GROSSMAN (excitedly). There are 3000 patients together in the Salpêtrière, and I have gone through the whole course. 

 PROFESSOR. Excuse me, gentlemen, but that is not the point. 

FAT LADY (interrupting). One moment, I will explain it to you in twowords. When my husband was ill, all the doctors gave him up. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. However, we had better go upstairs again. Baroness, this way!

 [Exeunt GROSSMAN, SAHÁTOF, PROFESSOR, DOCTOR, the FAT LADY, and BARONESS, talking loudly and interrupting each other. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (catching hold of LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH'S arm). How oftenhave I asked you not to interfere in household matters! You think ofnothing but your nonsense, and the whole house is on my shoulders. Youwill infect us all!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. What? How? I don't understand what you mean. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. How? Why, people ill of diphtheria sleep in thekitchen, which is in constant communication with the whole house. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, but I. .. . 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What, I?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I know nothing about it. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. It's your duty to know, if you are the head of thefamily. Such things must not be done. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. But I never thought. .. . I thought. .. . 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. It is sickening to listen to you!

 [LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH remains silent. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (to THEODORE IVÁNITCH). Turn them out at once! They areto leave my kitchen immediately! It is terrible! No one listens to me;they do it out of spite. .. . I turn them out from there, and they bringthem in here! And with my illness. .. . (Gets more and more excited, andat last begins to cry. ) Doctor! Doctor! Peter Petróvitch!. .. He's gonetoo!. .. 

 [Exit, sobbing, followed by LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. 

 [All stand silent for a long time. 

THIRD PEASANT. Botheration take them all! If one don't mind, thepolice will be after one here. And I have never been to law in all myborn days. Let's go to some lodging-house, lads!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. (to TÁNYA). What are we to do?

TÁNYA. Never mind, Theodore Ivánitch, let them sleep with thecoachman. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. How can we do that? The coachman was complaining asit is, that his place is full of dogs. 

TÁNYA. Well, then, the porter's lodge. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. And supposing it's found out?

TÁNYA. It won't be found out! Don't trouble about that, TheodoreIvánitch. How can one turn them out now, at night? They'll not findanywhere to go to. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, do as you please. Only they must go away fromhere. 

 [Exit. 

 [PEASANTS take their bags. 

DISCHARGED COOK. Oh those damned fiends! It's all their fat! Fiends!

SERVANTS' COOK. You be quiet there. Thank goodness they didn't seeyou!

TÁNYA. Well then, daddy, come along to the porter's lodge. 

FIRST PEASANT. Well, but how about our business? How, for example, about the applience of his hand to the signature? May we be in hopes?

TÁNYA. We'll see in an hour's time. 

SECOND PEASANT. You'll do the trick?

TÁNYA (laughs). Yes, God willing!

CURTAIN

ACT III

Evening of the same day. The small drawing-room in LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH'Shouse, where the séances are always held. LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH and thePROFESSOR. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well then, shall we risk a séance with our newmedium?

PROFESSOR. Yes, certainly. He is a powerful medium, there is no doubtabout it. And it is especially desirable that the séance should takeplace to-day with the same people. Grossman will certainly respond tothe influence of the mediumistic energy, and then the connection andidentity of the different phenomena will be still more evident. Youwill see then that, if the medium is as strong as he was just now, Grossman will vibrate. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Then I will send for Simon and ask those who wishto attend to come in. 

PROFESSOR. Yes, all right! I will just jot down a few notes. 

 [Takes out his note-book and writes. 

 [Enter SAHÁTOF. 

SAHÁTOF. They have just settled down to whist in Anna Pávlovna'sdrawing-room, and as I am not wanted there--and as I am interested inyour séance--I have put in an appearance here. But will there be aséance?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, certainly!

SAHÁTOF. In spite of the absence of Mr. Kaptchítch's mediumisticpowers?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Vous avez la main heureuse. [10] Fancy, that verypeasant whom I mentioned to you this morning turns out to be anundoubted medium. 

SAHÁTOF. Dear me! Yes, that is peculiarly interesting!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, we tried a few preliminary experiments withhim just after dinner. 

SAHÁTOF. So you've had time already to experiment, and to convinceyourself. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, perfectly! And he turns out to be anexceptionally powerful medium. 

SAHÁTOF (incredulously). Dear me!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. It turns out that it has long been noticed in theservants' hall. When he sits down to table, the spoon springs into hishand of its own accord! (To the PROFESSOR. ) Had you heard about it?

PROFESSOR. No, I had not heard that detail. 

SAHÁTOF (to the PROFESSOR). But still, you admit the possibility ofsuch phenomena?

PROFESSOR. What phenomena?

SAHÁTOF. Well, spiritualistic, mediumistic, and supernatural phenomenain general. 

PROFESSOR. The question is, what do we consider supernatural? When, not a living man but a piece of stone attracted a nail to itself, howdid the phenomena strike the first observers? As something natural? Orsupernatural?

SAHÁTOF. Well, of course; but phenomena such as the magnet attractingiron always repeat themselves. 

PROFESSOR. It is just the same in this case. The phenomenon repeatsitself and we experiment with it. And not only that, but we apply tothe phenomena we are investigating the laws common to other phenomena. These phenomena seem supernatural only because their causes areattributed to the medium himself. But that is where the mistake lies. The phenomena are not caused by the medium, but by psychic energyacting through a medium, and that is a very different thing. The wholematter lies in the law of equivalents. 

SAHÁTOF. Yes, certainly, but. .. . 

 [Enter TÁNYA, who hides behind the hangings. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Only remember that we cannot reckon on any resultswith certainty, with this medium any more than with Home orKaptchítch. We may not succeed, but on the other hand we may even haveperfect materialisation. 

SAHÁTOF. Materialisation even? What do you mean by materialisation?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Why, I mean that some one who is dead--say, yourfather or your grandfather--may appear, take you by the hand, or giveyou something; or else some one may suddenly rise into the air, ashappened to Alexéy Vladímiritch last time. 

PROFESSOR. Of course, of course. But the chief thing is theexplanation of the phenomena, and the application to them of generallaws. 

 [Enter the FAT LADY. 

FAT LADY. Anna Pávlovna has allowed me to join you. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Very pleased. 

FAT LADY. Oh, how tired Grossman seems! He could scarcely hold hiscup. Did you notice (to the PROFESSOR) how pale he turned at themoment he approached the hiding-place? I noticed it at once, and wasthe first to mention it to Anna Pávlovna. 

PROFESSOR. Undoubtedly, --loss of vital energy. 

FAT LADY. Yes, it's just as I say, one should not abuse that sort ofthing. You know, a hypnotist once suggested to a friend of mine, VéraKónshin (oh, you know her, of course)--well, he suggested that sheshould leave off smoking, --and her back began to ache!

PROFESSOR (trying to have his say). The temperature and the pulseclearly indicate. .. . 

FAT LADY. One moment! Allow me! Well, I said to her: it's better tosmoke than to suffer so with one's nerves. Of course, smoking isinjurious; I should like to give it up myself, but, do what I will, Ican't! Once I managed not to smoke for a fortnight, but could hold outno longer. 

PROFESSOR (again trying to speak). Clearly proves. .. . 

FAT LADY. Yes, no! Allow me, just one word! You say, "loss ofstrength. " And I was also going to say that, when I travelled withpost-horses . .. The roads used to be dreadful in those days--youdon't remember--but I have noticed that all our nervousness comes fromrailways! I, for instance, can't sleep while travelling; I cannot fallasleep to save my life!

PROFESSOR (makes another attempt, which the FAT LADY baffles). Theloss of strength. .. . 

SAHÁTOF (smiling). Yes; oh yes!

 [LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH rings. 

FAT LADY. I am awake one night, and another, and a third, and still Ican't sleep!

 [Enter GREGORY. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Please tell Theodore to get everything ready forthe séance, and send Simon here--Simon, the butler's assistant, --doyou hear?

GREGORY. Yes, sir. 

 [Exit. 

PROFESSOR (to SAHÁTOF). The observation of the temperature and thepulse have shown loss of vital energy. The same will happen inconsequence of the mediumistic phenomena. The law of the conservationof energy. .. . 

FAT LADY. Oh yes, yes; I was just going to say that I am very gladthat a simple peasant turns out to be a medium. That's very good. Ialways did say that the Slavophils. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Let's go into the drawing-room in the meantime. 

FAT LADY. Allow me, just one word! The Slavophils are right; but Ialways told my husband that one ought never to exaggerate anything!"The golden mean, " you know. What is the use of maintaining that thecommon people are all perfect, when I have myself seen. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Won't you come into the drawing-room?

FAT LADY. A boy--that high--who drank! I gave him a scolding at once. And he was grateful to me afterwards. They are children, and, as Ialways say, children need both love and severity!

 [Exeunt all, all talking together. 

 [TÁNYA enters from behind the hangings. 

TÁNYA. Oh, if it would only succeed!

 [Begins fastening some threads. 

 [Enter BETSY hurriedly. 

BETSY. Isn't papa here? (Looks inquiringly at TÁNYA. ) What are youdoing here?

TÁNYA. Oh, Miss Elizabeth, I have only just come; I only wished . .. Only came in. .. . 

 [Embarrassed. 

BETSY. But they are going to have a séance here directly (NoticesTÁNYA drawing in the threads, looks at her, and suddenly bursts outlaughing. ) Tánya! Why, it's you who do it all? Now don't deny it. Andlast time it was you too? Yes, it was, it was!

TÁNYA. Miss Elizabeth, dearest!

BETSY (delighted). Oh, that is a joke! Well, I never. But why do youdo it?

TÁNYA. Oh miss, dear miss, don't betray me!

BETSY. Not for the world! I'm awfully glad. Only tell me how youmanage it?

TÁNYA. Well, I just hide, and then, when it's all dark, I come out anddo it. That's how. 

BETSY (pointing to threads). And what is this for? You needn't tellme. I see; you draw. .. . 

TÁNYA. Miss Elizabeth, darling! I will confess it, but only to you. Iused to do it just for fun, but now I mean business. 

BETSY. What? How? What business?

TÁNYA. Well, you see, those peasants that came this morning, you sawthem. They want to buy some land, and your father won't sell it; well, and Theodore Ivánitch, he says it's the spirits as forbid him. So Ihave had a thought as. .. . 

BETSY. Oh, I see! Well, you are a clever girl! Do it, do it. .. . Buthow will you manage it?

TÁNYA. Well, I thought, when they put out the lights, I'll at oncebegin knocking and shying things about, touching their heads with thethreads, and at last I'll take the paper about the land and throw iton the table. I've got it here. 

BETSY. Well, and then?

TÁNYA. Why, don't you see? They will be astonished. The peasants hadthe paper, and now it's here. I will teach. .. . 

BETSY. Why, of course! Simon is the medium to-day!

TÁNYA. Well, I'll teach him. .. . (Laughs so that she can't continue. )I'll tell him to squeeze with his hands any one he can get hold of! Ofcourse, not your father--he'd never dare do that--but any one else;he'll squeeze till it's signed. 

BETSY (laughing). But that's not the way it is done. Mediums never doanything themselves. 

TÁNYA. Oh, never mind. It's all one; I daresay it'll turn out allright. 

 [Enter THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

 [Exit BETSY, making signs to TÁNYA. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Why are you here?

TÁNYA. It's you I want, Theodore Ivánitch, dear. .. . 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, what is it?

TÁNYA. About that affair of mine as I spoke of. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (laughs). I've made the match; yes, I've made thematch. The matter is settled; we have shaken hands on it, only not hada drink on it. 

TÁNYA (with a shriek). Never! So it's all right?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Don't I tell you so? He says, "I shall consult themissus, and then, God willing. .. . "

TÁNYA. Is that what he said? (Shrieks. ) Dear Theodore Ivánitch, I'llpray for you all the days of my life!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. All right! All right! Now is not the time. I'vebeen ordered to arrange the room for the séance. 

TÁNYA. Let me help you. How's it to be arranged?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. How? Why, the table in the middle of the room--chairs--the guitar--the accordion. The lamp is not wanted, onlycandles. 

TÁNYA (helps THEODORE IVÁNITCH to place the things). Is that right?The guitar here, and here the inkstand. (Places it. ) So?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Can it be true that they'll make Simon sit here?

TÁNYA. I suppose so; they've done it once. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Wonderful! (Puts on his pince-nez. ) But is heclean?

TÁNYA. How should I know?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Then, I'll tell you what. .. . 

TÁNYA. Yes, Theodore Ivánitch?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Go and take a nail-brush and some Pears' soap; youmay take mine . .. And go and cut his claws and scrub his hands asclean as possible. 

TÁNYA. He can do it himself. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well then, tell him to. And tell him to put on aclean shirt as well. 

TÁNYA. All right, Theodore Ivánitch. 

 [Exit. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (sits down in an easy-chair). They're educated andlearned--Alexéy Vladímiritch now, he's a professor--and yet sometimesone can't help doubting very much. The people's rude superstitions arebeing abolished: hobgoblins, sorcerers, witches. .. . But if oneconsiders it, is not this equally superstitious? How is it possiblethat the souls of the dead should come and talk, and play the guitar?No! Some one is fooling them, or they are fooling themselves. And asto this business with Simon--it's simply incomprehensible. (Looks atan album. ) Here's their spiritualistic album. How is it possible tophotograph a spirit? But here is the likeness of a Turk and LeonídFyódoritch sitting by. .. . Extraordinary human weakness!

 [Enter LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Is it all ready?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (rising leisurely). Quite ready. (Smiles. ) Only Idon't know about your new medium. I hope he won't disgrace you, LeonídFyódoritch. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. No, I and Alexéy Vladímiritch have tested him. Heis a wonderfully powerful medium!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, I don't know. But is he clean enough? I don'tsuppose you have thought of ordering him to wash his hands? It mightbe rather inconvenient. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. His hands? Oh yes! They're not clean, you think?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What can you expect? He's a peasant, and there willbe ladies present, and Márya Vasílevna. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. It will be all right. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. And then I have something to report to you. Timothy, the coachman, complains that he can't keep things cleanbecause of the dogs. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (arranging the things on the table absentmindedly). What dogs?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. The three hounds that came for Vasíly Leoníditchto-day. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (vexed). Tell Anna Pávlovna! She can do as she likesabout it. I have no time. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But you know her weakness. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. 'Tis just as she likes, let her do as she pleases. As for him, --one never gets anything but unpleasantness from him. Besides, I am busy. 

 [Enter SIMON, smiling; he has a sleeveless peasant's coat on. 

SIMON. I was ordered to come. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, it's all right. Let me see your hands. Thatwill do, that will do very well! Well, then, my good fellow, you mustdo just as you did before, --sit down, and give way to your mood. Butdon't think at all. 

SIMON. Why should I think? The more one thinks, the worse it is. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Just so, just so, exactly! The less conscious oneis, the greater is the power. Don't think, but give in to your mood. If you wish to sleep, sleep; if you wish to walk, walk. Do youunderstand?

SIMON. How could one help understanding? It's simple enough. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. But above all, don't be frightened. Because youmight be surprised yourself. You must understand that just as we livehere, so a whole world of invisible spirits live here also. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (improving on what LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH has said). Invisible feelings, do you understand?

SIMON (laughs). How can one help understanding! It's very plain as youput it. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. You may rise up in the air, or something of thekind, but don't be frightened. 

SIMON. Why should I be frightened? That won't matter at all. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well then, I'll go and call them all. .. . Iseverything ready?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. I think so. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. But the slates?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. They are downstairs. I'll bring them. 

 [Exit. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. All right then. So don't be afraid, but be at yourease. 

SIMON. Had I not better take off my coat? One would be more easy like. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Your coat? Oh no. Don't take that off. 

 [Exit. 

SIMON. She tells me to do the same again, and she will again shythings about. How isn't she afraid?

 [Enter TÁNYA in her stockings and in a dress of the color of the wall-paper. SIMON laughs. 

TÁNYA. Shsh!. .. They'll hear! There, stick these matches on yourfingers as before. (Sticks them on. ) Well, do you remember everything?

SIMON (bending his fingers in, one by one). First of all, wet thematches and wave my hands about, that's one. Then make my teethchatter, like this . .. That's two. But I've forgotten the third thing. 

TÁNYA. And it's the third as is the chief thing. Don't forget as soonas the paper falls on the table--I shall ring the little bell--thenyou do like this. .. . Spread your arms out far and catch hold of someone, whoever it is as sits nearest, and catch hold of him. And thensqueeze! (Laughs. ) Whether it's a gentleman or a lady, it's all one, you just squeeze 'em, and don't let 'em go, --as if it were in yoursleep, and chatter with your teeth, or else howl like this. (Howlssotto-voce. ) And when I begin to play on the guitar, then stretchyourself as if you were waking up, you know. .. . Will you remembereverything?

SIMON. Yes, I'll remember, but it is too funny. 

TÁNYA. But mind you don't laugh. Still, it won't matter much if you dolaugh; they'd think it was in your sleep. Only take care you don'treally fall asleep when they put out the lights. 

SIMON. No fear, I'll pinch my ears. 

TÁNYA. Well, then, Sim, darling, only mind do as I tell you, and don'tget frightened. He'll sign the paper, see if he don't! They're coming!

 [Gets under the sofa. 

 [Enter GROSSMAN and the PROFESSOR, LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH and the FAT LADY, the DOCTOR, SAHÁTOF and ANNA PÁVLOVNA. SIMON stands near the door. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Please come in, all you doubters! Though we have anew and accidentally discovered medium, I expect very importantphenomena to-night. 

SAHÁTOF. That's very, very interesting. 

FAT LADY (pointing to SIMON). Mais il est très bien! [11]

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Yes, as a butler's assistant, but hardly. .. . 

SAHÁTOF. Wives never have any faith in their husbands' work. You don'tbelieve in anything of this kind?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Of course not. Kaptchítch, it is true, has somethingexceptional about him, but Heaven knows what all this is about!

FAT LADY. No, Anna Pávlovna, permit me, you can't decide it in such away. Before I was married, I once had a remarkable dream. Dreams, youknow, are often such that you don't know where they begin and wherethey end; it was just such a dream that I. .. . 

 [Enter VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH and PETRÍSTCHEF. 

FAT LADY. And much was revealed to me by that dream. Nowadays theyoung people (points to PETRÍSTCHEF and VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH) denyeverything. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. But look here, you know--now I, for instance, neverdeny anything! Eh, what?

 [BETSY and MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA enter, and begin talking to PETRÍSTCHEF. 

FAT LADY. And how can one deny the supernatural? They say it isunreasonable. But what if one's reason is stupid; what then? Therenow, on Garden Street, you know . .. Why, well, it appeared everyevening! My husband's brother--what do you call him? Not beau-frère--what's the other name for it?--I never can remember the names of thesedifferent relationships--well, he went there three nights running, andstill he saw nothing; so I said to him. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, who is going to stay here?

FAT LADY. I! I!

SAHÁTOF. I. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (to DOCTOR). Do you mean to say you are going to stay?

DOCTOR. Yes; I must see, if only once, what it is that AlexéyVladímiritch has discovered in it. How can we deny anything withoutproof?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Then I am to take it to-night for certain?

DOCTOR. Take what?. .. Oh, the powder. Yes, it would perhaps be better. Yes, yes, take it. .. . However, I shall come upstairs again. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Yes, please do. (Loud. ) When it is over, mesdames etmessieurs, I shall expect you to come to me upstairs to rest from youremotions, and then we will finish our rubber. 

FAT LADY. Oh, certainly. 

SAHÁTOF. Yes, thanks!

 [Exit ANNA PÁVLOVNA. 

BETSY (to PETRÍSTCHEF). You must stay, I tell you. I promise yousomething extraordinary. Will you bet?

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. But you don't believe in it?

BETSY. To-day I do. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA (to PETRÍSTCHEF). And do you believe?

PETRÍSTCHEF. "I can't believe, I cannot trust a heart for falsehoodframed. " Still, if Elizabeth Leonídovna commands. .. . 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Let us stay, Márya Konstantínovna. Eh, what? Ishall invent something épâtant. 

MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA. No, you mustn't make me laugh. You know I can'trestrain myself. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH (loud). I remain!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (severely). But I beg those who remain not to jokeabout it. It is a serious matter. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. Do you hear? Well then, let's stay. Vovo, sit here, anddon't be too shy. 

BETSY. Yes, it's all very well for you to laugh; but just wait tillyou see what will happen. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Oh, but supposing it's true? Won't it be a go! Eh, what?

PETRÍSTCHEF (trembles). Oh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid! MáryaKonstantínovna, I'm afraid! My tootsies tremble. 

BETSY (laughing). Not so loud. 

 [All sit down. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Take your seats, take your seats. Simon, sit down!

SIMON. Yes, sir. 

 [Sits down on the edge of the chair. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Sit properly. 

PROFESSOR. Sit straight in the middle of the chair, and quite at yourease. 

 [Arranges SIMON on his chair. 

 [BETSY, MÁRYA KONSTANTÍNOVNA and VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH laugh. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (raising his voice). I beg those who are going toremain here not to behave frivolously, but to regard this matterseriously, or bad results might follow. Do you hear, Vovo! If youcan't be quiet, go away!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Quiet, quiet!

 [Hides behind FAT LADY. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Alexéy Vladímiritch, will you mesmerise him?

PROFESSOR. No; why should I do it when Antón Borísitch is here? He hashad far more practice and has more power in that department than I . .. Antón Borísitch!

GROSSMAN. Ladies and gentlemen, I am not, strictly speaking, aspiritualist. I have only studied hypnotism. It is true I have studiedhypnotism in all its known manifestations; but what is calledspiritualism, is entirely unknown to me. When a subject is thrown intoa trance, I may expect the hypnotic phenomena known to me: lethargy, abulia, anaesthesia, analgesia, catalepsy, and every kind ofsusceptibility to suggestion. Here it is not these but other phenomenawe expect to observe. Therefore it would be well to know of what kindare the phenomena we expect to witness, and what is their scientificsignificance. 

SAHÁTOF. I thoroughly agree with Mr. Grossman. Such an explanationwould be very interesting. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I think Alexéy Vladímiritch will not refuse to giveus a short explanation. 

PROFESSOR. Why not? I can give an explanation if it is desired. (Tothe DOCTOR. ) Will you kindly note his temperature and pulse? Myexplanation must, of necessity, be cursory and brief. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, please; briefly, quite briefly. 

DOCTOR. All right. (Takes out thermometer. ) Now then, my lad. .. . 

 [Places the thermometer. 

SIMON. Yes, sir!

PROFESSOR (rising and addressing the FAT LADY--then reseatinghimself). Ladies and gentlemen! The phenomenon we are investigatingto-night is regarded, on the one hand, as something new; and, on theother, as something transcending the limits of natural conditions. Neither view is correct. This phenomenon is not new but is as old asthe world; and it is not supernatural but is subject to the eternallaws that govern all that exists. This phenomenon has been usuallydefined as "intercourse with the spirit world. " That definition isinexact. Under such a definition the spirit world is contrasted withthe material world. But this is erroneous; there is no such contrast!Both worlds are so closely connected that it is impossible to draw aline of demarcation, separating the one from the other. We say matteris composed of molecules. .. . 

PETRÍSTCHEF. Prosy matter!

 [Whispering and laughter. 

PROFESSOR (pauses, then continues). Molecules are composed of atoms, but the atoms, having no extension, are in reality nothing but thepoints of application of forces. Strictly speaking, not of forces butof energy, that same energy which is as much a unity and just asindestructible as matter. But matter, though one, has many differentaspects, and the same is true of energy. Till recently only four formsof energy, convertible into one another, have been known to us:energies known as the dynamic, the thermal, the electric, and thechemic. But these four aspects of energy are far from exhausting allthe varieties of its manifestation. The forms in which energy maymanifest itself are very diverse, and it is one of these new and asyet but little known phases of energy, that we are investigatingto-night. I refer to mediumistic energy. 

 [Renewed whispering and laughter among the young people. 

PROFESSOR (stops and casts a severe look round). Mediumistic energyhas been known to mankind for ages: prophecy, presentiments, visionsand so on, are nothing but manifestations of mediumistic energy. Themanifestations produced by it have, I say, been known to mankind forages. But the energy itself has not been recognised as such till quiterecently--not till that medium, the vibrations of which cause themanifestations of mediumistic energy, was recognised. In the same waythat the phenomena of light were inexplicable until the existence ofan imponderable substance--an ether--was recognised, so mediumisticphenomena seemed mysterious until the now fully established fact wasrecognised, that between the particles of ether there exists anotherstill more rarefied imponderable substance not subject to the law ofthe three dimensions. .. . 

 [Renewed laughter, whispers, and giggling. 

PROFESSOR (again looks round severely). And just as mathematicalcalculations have irrefutably proved the existence of imponderableether which gives rise to the phenomena of light and electricity, sothe successive investigations of the ingenious Hermann, of Schmidt, and of Joseph Schmatzhofen, have confirmed beyond a doubt theexistence of a substance which fills the universe and may be calledspiritual ether. 

FAT LADY. Ah, now I understand. I am so grateful. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, but Alexéy Vladímiritch, could you not . .. Condense it a little?

PROFESSOR (not heeding the remark). And so, as I have just had thehonor of mentioning to you, a succession of strictly scientificexperiments have made plain to us the laws of mediumistic phenomena. These experiments have proved that, when certain individuals areplunged into a hypnotic state (a state differing from ordinary sleeponly by the fact that man's physiological activity is not lowered bythe hypnotic influence but, on the contrary, is always heightened--aswe have recently witnessed), when, I say, any individual is plungedinto such a state, this always produces certain perturbations in thespiritual ether--perturbations quite similar to those produced byplunging a solid body into liquid matter. These perturbations are whatwe call mediumistic phenomena. .. . 

 [Laughter and whispers. 

SAHÁTOF. That is quite comprehensible and correct; but if, as you arekind enough to inform us, the plunging of the medium into a tranceproduces perturbations of the spiritual ether, allow me to ask why (asis usually supposed to be the case in spiritualistic séances) theseperturbations result in an activity on the part of the souls of deadpeople?

PROFESSOR. It is because the molecules of this spiritual ether arenothing but the souls of the living, the dead, and the unborn, and anyvibration of the spiritual ether must inevitably cause a certainvibration of its atoms. These atoms are nothing but human souls, whichenter into communication with one another by means of these movements. 

FAT LADY (to SAHÁTOF). What is it that puzzles you? It is sosimple. .. . Thank you so, so much!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I think everything has now been explained, and thatwe may commence. 

DOCTOR. The fellow is in a perfectly normal condition: temperature 37decimal 2, pulse 74. 

PROFESSOR (takes out his pocket-book and notes this down). What I havejust had the honor of explaining will be confirmed by the fact, whichwe shall presently have an opportunity of observing, that after themedium has been thrown into a trance his temperature and pulse willinevitably rise, just as occurs in cases of hypnotism. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, yes. But excuse me a moment. I should like toreply to Sergéy Ivánitch's question: How do we know we are incommunication with the souls of the dead? We know it because thespirit that appears, plainly tells us--as simply as I am speaking toyou--who he is, and why he has come, and whether all is well with him!At our last séance a Spaniard, Don Castillos, came to us, and he toldus everything. He told us who he was, and when he died, and that hewas suffering for having taken part in the Inquisition. He even toldus what was happening to him at the very time that he was speaking tous, namely, that at the very time he was talking to us he had to beborn again on earth, and, therefore, could not continue hisconversation with us. .. . But you'll see for yourselves. .. . 

FAT LADY (interrupting). Oh, how interesting! Perhaps the Spaniard wasborn in one of our houses and is a baby now!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Quite possibly. 

PROFESSOR. I think it is time we began. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I was only going to say. .. . 

PROFESSOR. It is getting late. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Very well. Then we will commence. Antón Borísitch, be so good as to hypnotize the medium. 

GROSSMAN. What method would you like me to use? There are severalmethods. There is Braid's system, there is the Egyptian symbol, andthere is Charcot's system. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (to the PROFESSOR). I think it is quite immaterial. 

PROFESSOR. Quite. 

GROSSMAN. Then I will make use of my own method, which I showed inOdessa. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. If you please!

 [GROSSMAN waves his arms above SIMON. SIMON closes his eyes and stretches himself. 

GROSSMAN (looking closely at him). He is falling asleep! He is asleep!A remarkably rapid occurrence of hypnosis. The subject has evidentlyalready reached a state of anaesthesia. He is remarkable, --anunusually impressionable subject, and might be subjected tointeresting experiments!. .. (Sits down, rises, sits down again. ) Nowone might run a needle into his arm. If you like. .. . 

PROFESSOR (to LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH). Do you notice how the medium'strance acts on Grossman? He is beginning to vibrate. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, yes . .. Can the lights be extinguished now?

SAHÁTOF. But why is darkness necessary?

PROFESSOR. Darkness? Because it is a condition of the manifestation ofmediumistic energy, just as a given temperature is a conditionnecessary for certain manifestations of chemical or dynamic energy. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. But not always. Manifestations have been observedby me, and by many others, both by candlelight and daylight. 

PROFESSOR (interrupting). May the lights be put out?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, certainly. (Puts out candles. ) Ladies andgentlemen! attention, if you please. 

 [TÁNYA gets from under the sofa and takes hold of a thread tied to a chandelier. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. I like that Spaniard! Just in the midst of aconversation--off he goes head downwards . .. As the French say: piquerune tête. [12]

BETSY. You just wait a bit, and see what will happen!

PETRÍSTCHEF. I have only one fear, and that is that Vovo may be movedby the spirit to grunt like a pig!

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Would you like me to? I will. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Gentlemen! Silence, if you please!

 [Silence. SIMON licks the matches on his fingers and rubs his knuckles with them. Leoníd Fyódoritch. A light! Do you see the light?

SAHÁTOF. A light? Yes, yes, I see; but allow me. .. . 

FAT LADY. Where? Where? Oh, dear, I did not see it! Ah, there it is. Oh!. .. 

PROFESSOR (whispers to LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH, and points to GROSSMAN, whois moving). Do you notice how he vibrates? It is the dual influence. 

 [The light appears again. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (to the PROFESSOR). It must be he--you know!

SAHÁTOF. Who?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. A Greek, Nicholas. It is his light. Don't you thinkso, Alexéy Vladímiritch?

SAHÁTOF. Who is this Greek, Nicholas?

PROFESSOR. A certain Greek, who was a monk at Constantinople underConstantine and who has been visiting us lately. 

FAT LADY. Where is he? Where is he? I don't see him. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. He is not yet visible . .. Alexéy Vladímiritch, heis particularly well disposed towards you. You question him. 

PROFESSOR (in a peculiar voice). Nicholas! Is that you?

 [TÁNYA raps twice on the wall. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (joyfully). It is he! It is he!

FAT LADY. Oh, dear! Oh! I shall go away!

SAHÁTOF. Why do you suppose it is he?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Why, the two knocks. It is an affirmative answer;else all would have been silence. 

 [Silence. Suppressed giggling in the young people's corner. TÁNYA throws a lampshade, pencil and penwiper upon the table. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (whispers). Do you notice, gentlemen, here is alamp-shade, and something else--a pencil!. .. Alexéy Vladímiritch, itis a pencil!

PROFESSOR. All right, all right! I am watching both him and Grossman!

 [GROSSMAN rises and feels the things that have fallen on the table. 

SAHÁTOF. Excuse me, excuse me! I should like to see whether it is notthe medium who is doing it all himself?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Do you think so? Well, sit by him and hold hishands. But you may be sure he is asleep. 

SAHÁTOF (approaches, TÁNYA lets a thread touch his head. He isfrightened, and stoops). Ye . .. Ye . .. Yes! Strange, very strange!

 [Takes hold of SIMON'S elbow. SIMON howls. 

PROFESSOR (to LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH). Do you notice the effect ofGrossman's presence? It is a new phenomenon--I must note it. .. . 

 [Runs out to note it down, and returns again. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes. .. . But we cannot leave Nicholas without ananswer. We must begin. .. . 

GROSSMAN (rises, approaches Simon and raises and lowers his arm). Itwould be interesting to produce contraction! The subject is inprofound hypnosis. 

PROFESSOR (to LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH). Do you see? Do you see?

GROSSMAN. If you like. .. . 

DOCTOR. Now then, my dear sir, leave the management to AlexéyVladímiritch; the affair is turning out serious. 

PROFESSOR. Leave him alone, he (referring to GROSSMAN) is talking inhis sleep!

FAT LADY. How glad I now am that I resolved to be present! It isfrightening, but all the same I am glad, for I always said to myhusband. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Silence, if you please. 

 [TÁNYA draws a thread over the FAT LADY'S head. 

FAT LADY. Aie!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. What? What is it?

FAT LADY. He took hold of my hair!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (whispers). Never mind, don't be afraid, give himyour hand. His hand will be cold, but I like it. 

FAT LADY (hides her hands). Not for the world!

SAHÁTOF. Yes, it is strange, very strange!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. He is here and is seeking for intercourse. Whowishes to put a question to him?

SAHÁTOF. I should like to put a question, if I may. 

PROFESSOR. Please do. 

SAHÁTOF. Do I believe or not?

 [TÁNYA knocks twice. 

PROFESSOR. The answer is affirmative. 

SAHÁTOF. Allow me to ask again. Have I a ten rouble note in my pocket?

 [TÁNYA knocks several times and passes a thread over SAHÁTOF'S head. 

SAHÁTOF. Ah!

 [Seizes the thread and breaks it. 

PROFESSOR. I should ask those present not to ask indefinite or trivialquestions. It is unpleasant to him!

SAHÁTOF. No, but allow me! Here I have a thread in my hand!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. A thread? Hold it fast; that happens often, and notonly threads but sometimes even silk cords--very ancient ones!

SAHÁTOF. No--but where did this thread come from?

 [TÁNYA throws a cushion at him. 

SAHÁTOF. Wait a bit; wait! Something soft has hit me on the head. Light a candle--there is something. .. . 

PROFESSOR. We beg of you not to interrupt the manifestations. 

FAT LADY. For goodness' sake, don't interrupt! I should also like toask something. May I?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, if you like. 

FAT LADY. I should like to ask about my digestion. May I? I want toknow what to take: aconite or belladonna?

 [Silence, whispers among the young people; suddenly VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH begins to cry like a baby: "ou-a, ou-a!" (Laughter. ) Holding their mouths and noses, the girls and PETRÍSTCHEF run away bursting with laughter. 

FAT LADY. Ah, that must be the monk who's been born again!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (beside himself with anger, whispers). One getsnothing but tomfoolery from you! If you don't know how to behavedecently, go away!

 [Exit VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Darkness and silence. 

FAT LADY. Oh, what a pity! Now one can't ask any more! He is born!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Not at all. It is only Vovo's nonsense. But he ishere. Ask him. 

PROFESSOR. That often happens. These jokes and ridicule are quiteusual occurrences. I expect he is still here. But we may ask. LeonídFyódoritch, will you?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. No, you, if you please. This has upset me. Sounpleasant! Such want of tact!. .. 

PROFESSOR. Very well. .. . Nicholas, are you here?

 [TÁNYA raps twice and rings. SIMON roars, spreads his arms out, seizes SAHÁTOF and the PROFESSOR--squeezing them. 

PROFESSOR. What an unexpected phenomenon! The medium himself reactedupon! This never happened before! Leoníd Fyódoritch, will you watch?It is difficult for me to do so. He squeezes me so! Mind you observeGROSSMAN! This needs the very greatest attention!

 [TÁNYA throws the PEASANTS' paper on the table. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Something has fallen upon the table. 

PROFESSOR. See what it is!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Paper! A folded paper!

 [TÁNYA throws a travelling inkstand on the table. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. An inkstand!

 [TÁNYA throws a pen. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. A pen!

 [SIMON roars and squeezes. 

PROFESSOR (crushed). Wait a bit, wait: a totally new manifestation!The action proceeding not from the mediumistic energy produced, butfrom the medium himself! However, open the inkstand, and put the penon the table, and he will write!

 [TÁNYA goes behind LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH and strikes him on the head with the guitar. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. He has struck me on the head! (Examining table. )The pen is not writing yet and the paper remains folded. 

PROFESSOR. See what the paper is, and quickly; evidently the dualinfluence--his and Grossman's--has produced a perturbation!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (goes out and returns at once). Extraordinary! Thispaper is an agreement with some peasants that I refused to sign thismorning and returned to the peasants. Probably he wants me to sign it?

PROFESSOR. Of course! Of course! But ask him. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Nicholas, do you wish. .. . 

 [TÁNYA knocks twice. 

PROFESSOR. Do you hear? It is quite evident!

 [LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH takes the paper and pen and goes out. TÁNYA knocks, plays on the guitar and the accordion, and then creeps under the sofa. LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH returns. SIMON stretches himself and coughs. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. He is waking up. We can light the candles. 

PROFESSOR (hurriedly). Doctor, Doctor, please, his pulse andtemperature! You will see that a rise of both will be apparent. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (lights the candles). Well, what do you gentlemenwho were sceptical think of it now?

DOCTOR (goes up to SIMON and places thermometer). Now then my lad. Well, have you had a nap? There, put that in there, and give me yourhand. 

 [Looks at his watch. 

SAHÁTOF (shrugging his shoulders). I must admit that all that hasoccurred cannot have been done by the medium. But the thread?. .. Ishould like the thread explained. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. A thread! A thread! We have been witnessingmanifestations more important than a thread. 

SAHÁTOF. I don't know. At all events, je réserve mon opinion. 

FAT LADY (to SAHÁTOF). Oh, no, how can you say: "je réserve monopinion"? And the infant with the little wings? Didn't you see? Atfirst I thought it was only an illusion, but afterwards it becameclearer and clearer, like a live. .. . 

SAHÁTOF. I can only speak of what I have seen. I did not see that--nothing of the kind. 

FAT LADY. You don't mean to say so? Why, it was quite plainly visible!And to the left there was a monk clothed in black bending over it. .. . 

SAHÁTOF (moves away. Aside). What exaggeration!

FAT LADY (addressing the DOCTOR). You must have seen it! It rose upfrom your side. 

 [DOCTOR goes on counting the pulse without heeding her. 

FAT LADY (to GROSSMAN). And that light, the light around it, especially around its little face! And the expression so mild andtender, something so heavenly!

 [Smiles tenderly herself. 

GROSSMAN. I saw phosphorescent light, and objects changed theirplaces, but I saw nothing more than that. 

FAT LADY. Don't tell me! You don't mean it! It is simply that youscientists of Charcot's school do not believe in a life beyond thegrave! As for me, no one could now make me disbelieve in a futurelife--no one in the world!

 [GROSSMAN moves away from her. 

FAT LADY. No, no, whatever you may say, this is one of the happiestmoments of my life! When I heard Sarasate play, and now. .. . Yes! (Noone listens to her. She goes up to SIMON. ) Now tell me, my friend, what did you feel? Was it very trying?

SIMON (laughs). Yes, ma'm, just so. 

FAT LADY. Still not unendurable?

SIMON. Just so, ma'm. (To LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. ) Am I to go?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, you may go. 

DOCTOR (to the PROFESSOR). The pulse is the same, but the temperatureis lower. 

PROFESSOR. Lower! (Considers awhile, then suddenly divines theconclusion. ) It had to be so--it had to descend! The dual influencecrossing had to produce some kind of reflex action. Yes, that's it!

 [Exeunt, all talking at once--

 LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. I'm only sorry we had no complete materialisation. But still. .. . Come, gentlemen, let us go to the drawing-room?

 FAT LADY. What specially struck me was when he flapped his wings, and one saw how he rose!

 GROSSMAN (to SAHÁTOF). If we had kept to hypnotism, we might have produced a thorough state of epilepsy. The success might have been complete!

 SAHÁTOF. It is very interesting, but not entirely convincing. That is all I can say. 

 [Enter THEODORE IVÁNITCH. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH (with paper in his hand). Ah, Theodore, what aremarkable séance we have had! It turns out that the peasants musthave the land on their own terms. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Dear me!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Yes, indeed. (Showing paper. ) Fancy, this paperthat I returned to them, suddenly appeared on the table! I have signedit. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. How did it get there?

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, it did get there!

 [Exit. THEODORE IVÁNITCH follows him out. 

TÁNYA (gets from under the sofa and laughs). Oh, dear, oh dear! Well, I did get a fright when he got hold of the thread! (Shrieks. ) Well, anyhow, it's all right--he has signed it!

 [Enter GREGORY. 

GREGORY. So it was you that was fooling them?

TÁNYA. What business is it of yours?

GREGORY. And do you think the missis will be pleased with you for it?No, you bet; you're caught now! I'll tell them what tricks you're upto, if you don't let me have my way!

TÁNYA. And you'll not get your way, and you'll not do me any harm!

CURTAIN

ACT IV

The same scene as in Act I. The next day. Two liveried footmen, THEODORE IVÁNITCH and GREGORY. 

FIRST FOOTMAN (with grey whiskers). Yours is the third house to-day. Thank goodness that all the at-homes are in this direction. Yours usedto be on Thursdays. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes, we changed to Saturday so as to be on the sameday as the Golóvkins and Grade von Grabes. .. . 

SECOND FOOTMAN. The Stcherbákofs do the thing well. There'srefreshments for the footmen every time they've a ball. 

 [The two PRINCESSES, mother and daughter, come down the stairs accompanied by BETSY. The old PRINCESS looks in her note-book and at her watch, and sits down on the settle. GREGORY puts on her overshoes. 

YOUNG PRINCESS. Now, do come. Because, if you refuse, and Dodorefuses, the whole thing will be spoilt. 

BETSY. I don't know. I must certainly go to the Shoúbins. And thenthere is the rehearsal. 

YOUNG PRINCESS. You'll have plenty of time. Do, please. Ne nous faispas faux bond. [13] Fédya and Koko will come. 

BETSY. J'en ai par-dessus la tête de votre Koko. [14]

YOUNG PRINCESS. I thought I should see him here. Ordinairement il estd'une exactitude. .. . [15]

BETSY. He is sure to come. 

YOUNG PRINCESS. When I see you together, it always seems to me that hehas either just proposed or is just going to propose. 

BETSY. Yes, I don't suppose it can be avoided. I shall have to gothrough with it. And it is so unpleasant!

YOUNG PRINCESS. Poor Koko! He is head over ears in love. 

BETSY. Cessez, les gens![16]

 [YOUNG PRINCESS sits down, talking in whispers. GREGORY puts on her overshoes. 

YOUNG PRINCESS. Well then, good-bye till this evening. 

BETSY. I'll try to come. 

OLD PRINCESS. Then tell your papa that I don't believe in anything ofthe kind, but will come to see his new medium. Only he must let meknow when. Good afternoon, ma toute belle. 

 [Kisses BETSY, and exit, followed by her daughter. BETSY goes upstairs. 

GREGORY. I don't like putting on an old woman's overshoes for her; shecan't stoop, can't see her shoe for her stomach, and keeps poking herfoot in the wrong place. It's different with a young one; it'spleasant to take her foot in one's hand. 

SECOND FOOTMAN. Hear him! Making distinctions!

FIRST FOOTMAN. It's not for us footmen to make such distinctions. 

GREGORY. Why shouldn't one make distinctions; are we not men? It'sthey think we don't understand! Just now they were deep in their talk, then they look at me, and at once it's "lay zhon!"

SECOND FOOTMAN. And what's that?

GREGORY. Oh, that means, "Don't talk, they understand!" It's the sameat table. But I understand! You say, there's a difference? I say thereis none. 

FIRST FOOTMAN. There is a great difference for those who understand. 

GREGORY. There is none at all. To-day I am a footman, and to-morrow Imay be living no worse than they are. Has it never happened thatthey've married footmen? I'll go and have a smoke. 

 [Exit. 

SECOND FOOTMAN. That's a bold young man you've got. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. A worthless fellow, not fit for service. He used tobe an office boy and has got spoilt. I advised them not to take him, but the mistress liked him. He looks well on the carriage when theydrive out. 

FIRST FOOTMAN. I should like to send him to our Count; he'd put him inhis place! Oh, he don't like those scatterbrains. "If you're afootman, be a footman and fulfil your calling. " Such pride is notbefitting. 

 [PETRÍSTCHEF comes running downstairs, and takes out a cigarette. 

PETRÍSTCHEF (deep in thought). Let's see, my second is the same as myfirst. Echo, a-co, co-coa. (Enter KOKO KLÍNGEN, wearing hispince-nez. ) Ko-ko, co-coa. Cocoa tin, where do you spring from?

KOKO KLÍNGEN. From the Stcherbákofs. You are always playing thefool. .. . 

PETRÍSTCHEF. No, listen to my charade. My first is the same as mysecond, my third may be cracked, my whole is like your pate. 

KOKO KLÍNGEN. I give it up. I've no time. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. Where else are you going?

KOKO KLÍNGEN. Where? Of course to the Ivins, to practice for theconcert. Then to the Shoúbins, and then to the rehearsal. You'll bethere too, won't you?

PETRÍSTCHEF. Most certainly. At the re-her-Sall and also at there-her-Sarah. Why, at first I was a savage, and now I am both a savageand a general. 

KOKO KLÍNGEN. How did yesterday's séance go off?

PETRÍSTCHEF. Screamingly funny! There was a peasant, and above all, itwas all in the dark. Vovo cried like an infant, the Professor defined, and Márya Vasílevna refined. Such a lark! You ought to have beenthere. 

KOKO KLÍNGEN. I'm afraid, mon cher. You have a way of getting off witha jest, but I always feel that if I say a word they'll construe itinto a proposal. Et ça ne m'arrange pas du tout, du tout. Mais dutout, du tout! [17]

PETRÍSTCHEF. Instead of a proposal, make a proposition, and receive asentence! Well, I shall go in to Vovo's. If you'll call for me, we cango to the re-her-Sarah together. 

KOKO KLÍNGEN. I can't think how you can be friends with such a fool. He is so stupid--a regular blockhead!

PETRÍSTCHEF. And I am fond of him. I love Vovo, but . .. "with a loveso strange, ne'er towards him the path untrod shall be". .. . 

 [Exit into Vovo's room. 

 [BETSY comes down with a LADY. KOKO bows significantly to BETSY. 

BETSY (shaking KOKO'S hand without turning towards him. To LADY). Youare acquainted?

LADY. No. 

BETSY. Baron Klíngen. .. . Why were you not here last night?

KOKO KLÍNGEN. I could not come, I was engaged. 

BETSY. What a pity, it was so interesting! (Laughs. ) You should haveseen what manifestations we had! Well, how is our charade getting on?

KOKO KLÍNGEN. Oh, the verses for mon second are ready. Nick composedthe verses, and I the music. 

BETSY. What are they? What are they? Do tell me!

KOKO KLÍNGEN. Wait a minute; how does it go?. .. Oh, the knight sings:

 "Oh, naught so beautiful as nature: The Nautilus sails by. Oh, naughty lass, oh, naughty lass! Oh, nought, oh, nought! Oh, fie!"

LADY. I see, my second is "nought, " and what is my first?

KOKO KLÍNGEN. My first is Aero, the name of a girl savage. 

BETSY. Aero, you see, is a savage who wished to devour the object ofher love. (Laughs. ) She goes about lamenting, and sings--

 "My appetite, "

KOKO KLÍNGEN (interrupts)--

 "How can I fight, ". .. . 

BETSY (chimes in)--

 "Some one to chew I long. I seeking go . .. . "

KOKO KLÍNGEN--

 "But even so. .. . "

BETSY--

 "No one to chew can find. "

KOKO KLÍNGEN--

 "A raft sails by, "

BETSY--

 "It cometh nigh; Two generals upon it. .. . "

KOKO KLÍNGEN--

 "Two generals are we: By fate's hard decree, To this island we flee. "

And then, the refrain--

 "By fate's hard decree, To this island we flee. "

LADY. Charmant!

BETSY. But just think how silly!

KOKO KLÍNGEN. Yes, that's the charm of it!

LADY. And who is to be Aero?

BETSY. I am. And I have had a costume made, but mamma says it's "notdecent. " And it is not a bit less decent than a ball dress. (ToTHEODORE IVÁNITCH. ) Is Bourdier's man here?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes, he is waiting in the kitchen. 

LADY. Well, and how will you represent Aeronaut?

BETSY. Oh, you'll see. I don't want to spoil the pleasure for you. Aurevoir. 

LADY. Good-bye!

 [They bow. Exit LADY. 

BETSY (to KOKO KLÍNGEN). Come up to mamma. 

 [BETSY and KOKO go upstairs. JACOB enters from servants' quarters, carrying a tray with teacups, cakes, etc. , and goes panting across the stage. 

JACOB (to the FOOTMEN). How d'you do? How d'you do?

 [FOOTMEN bow. 

JACOB (to THEODORE IVÁNITCH). Couldn't you tell Gregory to help a bit!I'm ready to drop. .. . 

 [Exit up the stairs. 

FIRST FOOTMAN. That is a hard-working chap you've got there. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Yes, a good fellow. But there now--he doesn'tsatisfy the mistress, she says his appearance is ungainly. And nowthey've gone and told tales about him for letting some peasants intothe kitchen yesterday. It is a bad look-out: they may dismiss him. Andhe is a good fellow. 

SECOND FOOTMAN. What peasants were they?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Peasants that had come from our Koursk village tobuy some land. It was night, and they were our fellow-countrymen, oneof them the father of the butler's assistant. Well, so they were askedinto the kitchen. It so happened that there was thought-reading goingon. Something was hidden in the kitchen, and all the gentlefolk camedown, and the mistress saw the peasants. There was such a row! "How isthis, " she says; "these people may be infected, and they are let intothe kitchen!". .. . She is terribly afraid of this infection. 

 [Enter GREGORY. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Gregory, you go and help Jacob. I'll stay here. Hecan't manage alone. 

GREGORY. He's awkward, that's why he can't manage. 

 [Exit. 

FIRST FOOTMAN. And what is this new mania they have got? Thisinfection!. .. So yours also is afraid of it?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. She fears it worse than fire! Our chief business, nowadays, is fumigating, washing, and sprinkling. 

FIRST FOOTMAN. I see. That's why there is such a stuffy smell here. (With animation. ) I don't know what we're coming to with theseinfection notions. It's just detestable! They seem to have forgottenthe Lord. There's our master's sister, Princess Mosolóva, her daughterwas dying, and, will you believe it, neither father nor mother wouldcome near her! So she died without their having taken leave of her. And the daughter cried, and called them to say good-bye--but theydidn't go! The doctor had discovered some infection or other! And yettheir own maid and a trained nurse were with her, and nothing happenedto them; they're still alive!

 [Enter VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH and PETRÍSTCHEF from VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH'S room, smoking cigarettes. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. Come along then, only I must take Koko--Cocoanut, withme. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. Your Koko is a regular dolt; I can't bear him. Ahare-brained fellow, a regular gad-about! Without any kind ofoccupation, eternally loafing around! Eh, what?

PETRÍSTCHEF. Well, anyhow, wait a bit, I must say goodbye. 

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. All right. And I will go and look at my dogs in thecoachman's room. I've got a dog there that's so savage, the coachmansaid, he nearly ate him. 

PETRÍSTCHEF. Who ate whom? Did the coachman really eat the dog?

VASÍLY LEONÍDITCH. You are always at it!

 [Puts on outdoor things and goes out. 

PETRÍSTCHEF (thoughtfully). Ma - kin - tosh, Co - co - tin. .. . Let'ssee. 

 [Goes upstairs. 

 [JACOB runs across the stage. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What's the matter?

JACOB. There is no more thin bread and butter. I said. .. . 

 [Exit. 

SECOND FOOTMAN. And then our master's little son fell ill, and theysent him at once to an hotel with his nurse, and there he died withouthis mother. 

FIRST FOOTMAN. They don't seem to fear sin! I think you cannot escapefrom God anywhere. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. That's what I think. 

 [JACOB runs upstairs with bread and butter. 

FIRST FOOTMAN. One should consider too, that if we are to be afraid ofeverybody like that, we'd better shut ourselves up within four walls, as in a prison, and stick there!

 [Enter TÁNYA; she bows to the FOOTMEN. 

TÁNYA. Good afternoon. 

 [FOOTMEN bow. 

TÁNYA. Theodore Ivánitch, I have a word to say to you. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, what?

TÁNYA. The peasants have come again, Theodore Ivánitch. .. . 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well? I gave the paper to Simon. 

TÁNYA. I have given them the paper. They were that grateful! I can'tsay how! Now they only ask you to take the money. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. But where are they?

TÁNYA. Here, by the porch. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. All right, I'll tell the master. 

TÁNYA. I have another request to you, dear Theodore Ivánitch. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. What now?

TÁNYA. Why, don't you see, Theodore Ivánitch, I can't remain here anylonger. Ask them to let me go. 

 [Enter JACOB, running. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (to JACOB). What d'you want?

JACOB. Another samovár, and oranges. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Ask the housekeeper. 

 [Exit JACOB. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (to TÁNYA). How is that?

TÁNYA. Why, don't you see, my position is such. .. . 

JACOB (runs in). There are not enough oranges. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Serve up as many as you've got. (Exit JACOB. ) Now'snot the time! Just see what a bustle we are in. 

TÁNYA. But you know yourself, Theodore Ivánitch, there is no end tothis bustle; one might wait for ever--you know yourself--and my affairis for life. .. . Dear Theodore Ivánitch, you have done me a good turn, be a father to me now, choose the right moment and tell her, or elseshe'll get angry and won't let me have my passport. [18]

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Where's the hurry?

TÁNYA. Why, Theodore Ivánitch, it's all settled now. .. . And I could goto my godmother's and get ready, and then after Easter we'd getmarried. [19] Do tell her, dear Theodore Ivánitch!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Go away--this is not the place. 

 [An elderly GENTLEMAN comes downstairs, puts on overcoat, and goes out, followed by the SECOND FOOTMAN. 

 [Exit TÁNYA. Enter JACOB. 

JACOB. Just fancy, Theodore Ivánitch, it's too bad! She wants todischarge me now! She says, "You break everything, and forget Frisk, and you let the peasants into the kitchen against my orders!" And youknow very well that I knew nothing about it. Tatyána told me, "Takethem into the kitchen"; how could I tell whose order it was?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Did the mistress speak to you?

JACOB. She's just spoken. Do speak up for me, Theodore Ivánitch! Yousee, my people in the country are only just getting on their feet, andsuppose I lose my place, when shall I get another? Theodore Ivánitch, do, please!

 [ANNA PÁVLOVNA comes down with the old COUNTESS, whom she is seeing off. The COUNTESS has false teeth and hair. The FIRST FOOTMAN helps the COUNTESS into her outdoor things. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Oh, most certainly, of course! I am so deeply touched. 

COUNTESS. If it were not for my illness, I should come oftener to seeyou. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You should really consult Peter Petróvitch. He isrough, but nobody can soothe one as he does. He is so clear, sosimple. 

COUNTESS. Oh no, I shall keep to the one I am used to. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Pray, take care of yourself. 

COUNTESS. Merci, mille fois merci. [20]

 [GREGORY, dishevelled and excited, jumps out from the servants' quarters. SIMON appears behind him in the doorway. 

SIMON. You'd better leave her alone!

GREGORY. You rascal! I'll teach you how to fight, you scamp, you!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What do you mean? Do you think you are in apublic-house?

GREGORY. This coarse peasant makes life impossible for me. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (provoked). You've lost your senses. Don't you see? (ToCOUNTESS. ) Merci, mille fois merci. A mardi! [21]

 [Exeunt COUNTESS and FIRST FOOTMAN. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (to GREGORY). What is the meaning of this?

GREGORY. Though I do occupy the position of a footman, still I won'tallow every peasant to hit me; I have my pride too. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Why, what has happened?

GREGORY. Why, this Simon of yours has got so brave, sitting with thegentlemen, that he wants to fight!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Why? What for?

GREGORY. Heaven only knows!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (to SIMON). What is the meaning of it?

SIMON. Why does he bother her?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What has happened?

SIMON (smiles). Well, you see, he is always catching hold of Tánya, the lady's-maid, and she won't have it. Well, so I just moved himaside a bit, just so, with my hand. 

GREGORY. A nice little bit! He's almost caved my ribs in, and has tornmy dress-coat, and he says, "The same power as came over me yesterdaycomes on me again, " and he begins to squeeze me. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (to SIMON). How dare you fight in my house?

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. May I explain it to you, ma'am? I must tell youSimon is not indifferent to Tánya, and is engaged to her. And Gregory--one must admit the truth--does not behave properly, nor honestly, toher. Well, so I suppose Simon got angry with him. 

GREGORY. Not at all! It is all his spite, because I have discoveredtheir trickery. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What trickery?

GREGORY. Why, at the séance. All those things, last night, --it was notSimon but Tánya who did them! I saw her getting out from under thesofa with my own eyes. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What is that? From under the sofa?

GREGORY. I give you my word of honor. And it was she who threw thepaper on the table. If it had not been for her the paper would nothave been signed, nor the land sold to the peasants. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. And you saw it yourself?

GREGORY. With my own eyes. Shall I call her? She'll not deny it. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Yes, call her. 

 [Exit GREGORY. 

 [Noise behind the scenes. The voice of the DOORKEEPER, "No, no, you cannot. " DOORKEEPER is seen at the front door, the three PEASANTS rush in past him, the SECOND PEASANT first; the THIRD one stumbles, falls on his nose, and catches hold of it. 

DOORKEEPER. You must not go in!

SECOND PEASANT. Where's the harm? We are not doing anything wrong. Weonly wish to pay the money!

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it; as by laying on the signature theaffair is come to a conclusion, we only wish to make payment withthanks. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Wait a bit with your thanks. It was all done by fraud!It is not settled yet. Not sold yet. .. . Leoníd. .. . Call LeonídFyódoritch. 

 [Exit DOORKEEPER. 

 [LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH enters, but, seeing his wife and the PEASANTS, wishes to retreat. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. No, no, come here, please! I told you the land must notbe sold on credit, and everybody told you so, but you let yourself bedeceived like the veriest blockhead. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. How? I don't understand who is deceiving?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You ought to be ashamed of yourself! You have greyhair, and you let yourself be deceived and laughed at like a sillyboy. You grudge your son some three hundred roubles which his socialposition demands, and let yourself be tricked of thousands--like afool!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Now come, Annette, try to be calm. 

FIRST PEASANT. We are only come about the acceptation of the sum, forexample. .. . 

THIRD PEASANT (taking out the money). Let us finish the matter, forChrist's sake!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Wait, wait!

 [Enter TÁNYA and GREGORY. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (angrily). You were in the small drawing-room during theséance last night?

 [TÁNYA looks around at THEODORE IVÁNITCH, LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH, and SIMON, and sighs. 

GREGORY. It's no use beating about the bush; I saw you myself. .. . 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Tell me, were you there? I know all about it, so you'dbetter confess! I'll not do anything to you. I only want to expose him(pointing to LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH) your master. .. . Did you throw thepaper on the table?

TÁNYA. I don't know how to answer. Only one thing, --let me go home. 

 [Enter BETSY unobserved. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (to LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH). There, you see! You are beingmade a fool of. 

TÁNYA. Let me go home, Anna Pávlovna!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. No, my dear! You may have caused us a loss of thousandsof roubles. Land has been sold that ought not to be sold!

TÁNYA. Let me go, Anna Pávlovna!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. No; you'll have to answer for it! Such tricks won't do. We'll have you up before the Justice of the Peace!

BETSY (comes forward). Let her go, mamma. Or, if you wish to have hertried, you must have me tried too! She and I did it together. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, of course, if you have a hand in anything, whatcan one expect but the very worst results!

 [Enter the PROFESSOR. 

PROFESSOR. How do you do, Anna Pávlovna? How do you do, Miss Betsy?Leoníd Fyódoritch, I have brought you a report of the ThirteenthCongress of Spiritualists at Chicago. An amazing speech by Schmidt!

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Oh, that is interesting!

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I will tell you something much more interesting! Itturns out that both you and my husband were fooled by this girl! Betsytakes it on herself, but that is only to annoy me. It was anilliterate peasant girl who fooled you, and you believed it all. There were no mediumistic phenomena last night; it was she (pointingto TÁNYA) who did it!

PROFESSOR (taking off his overcoat). What do you mean?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I mean that it was she who, in the dark, played on theguitar and beat my husband on the head and performed all your idiotictricks--and she has just confessed!

PROFESSOR (smiling). What does that prove?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. It proves that your mediumism is--tomfoolery; that'swhat it proves!

PROFESSOR. Because this young girl wished to deceive, we are toconclude that mediumism is "tomfoolery, " as you are pleased to expressit? (Smiles. ) A curious conclusion! Very possibly this young girl mayhave wished to deceive: that often occurs. She may even have donesomething; but then, what she did--she did. But the manifestations ofmediumistic energy still remain manifestations of mediumistic energy!It is even very probable that what this young girl did evoked (and soto say solicited) the manifestation of mediumistic energy, --giving ita definite form. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Another lecture!

PROFESSOR (sternly). You say, Anna Pávlovna, that this girl, andperhaps this dear young lady also, did something; but the light we allsaw, and, in the first case the fall, and in the second the rise oftemperature, and Grossman's excitement and vibration--were thosethings also done by this girl? And these are facts, Anna Pávlovna, facts! No! Anna Pávlovna, there are things which must be investigatedand fully understood before they can be talked about, things tooserious, too serious. .. . 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. And the child that Márya Vasílevna distinctly saw?Why, I saw it too. .. . That could not have been done by this girl. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. You think yourself wise, but you are--a fool. 

LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Well, I'm going. .. . Alexéy Vladímiritch, will youcome?

 [Exit into his study. 

PROFESSOR (shrugging his shoulders, follows). Oh, how far, how far, westill lag behind Western Europe!

 [Enter JACOB. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (following LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH with her eyes). He has beentricked like a fool, and he sees nothing! (To JACOB. ) What do youwant?

JACOB. How many persons am I to lay the table for?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. For how many?. .. Theodore Ivánitch! Let him give up thesilver plate to you. Be off, at once! It is all his fault! This manwill bring me to my grave. Last night he nearly starved the dog thathad done him no harm! And, as if that were not enough, he lets theinfected peasants into the kitchen, and now they are here again! It isall his fault! Be off at once! Discharge him, discharge him! (ToSIMON. ) And you, horrid peasant, if you dare to have rows in my houseagain, I'll teach you!

SECOND PEASANT. All right, if he is a horrid peasant there's no goodkeeping him; you'd better discharge him too, and there's an end of it. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA (while listening to him looks at THIRD PEASANT). Onlylook! Why, he has a rash on his nose--a rash! He is ill; he is ahotbed of infection!! Did I not give orders, yesterday, that they werenot to be allowed into the house, and here they are again? Drive themout!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Then are we not to accept their money?

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Their money? Oh yes, take their money; but they must beturned out at once, especially this one! He is quite rotten!

THIRD PEASANT. That's not just, lady. God's my witness, it's not just!You'd better ask my old woman, let's say, whether I am rotten! I'mclear as crystal, let's say. 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. He talks!. .. Off, off with him! It's all to spiteme!. .. Oh, I can't bear it, I can't!. .. Send for the doctor!

 [Runs away, sobbing. Exit also JACOB and GREGORY. 

TÁNYA (to BETSY). Miss Elizabeth, darling, what am I to do now?

BETSY. Never mind, you go with them and I'll arrange it all. 

 [Exit. 

FIRST PEASANT. Well, your reverence, how about the reception of thesum now?

SECOND PEASANT. Let us settle up, and go. 

THIRD PEASANT (fumbling with the packet of banknotes). Had I known, I'd not have come for the world. It's worse than a fever!

THEODORE IVÁNITCH (to DOORKEEPER). Show them into my room. There's acounting-board there. I'll receive their money. Now go. 

DOORKEEPER. Come along. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. And it's Tánya you have to thank for it. But forher you'd not have had the land. 

FIRST PEASANT. That's just it. As she made the proposal, so she put itinto effect. 

THIRD PEASANT. She's made men of us. Else what were we? We had solittle land, no room to let a hen out, let's say, not to mention thecattle. Good-bye, dear! When you get to the village, come to us andeat honey. 

SECOND PEASANT. Let me get home and I'll start brewing the beer forthe wedding! You will come?

TÁNYA. Yes, I'll come, I'll come! (Shrieks. ) Simon, this is fine, isn't it?

 [Exeunt PEASANTS. 

THEODORE IVÁNITCH. Well, Tánya, when you have your house I'll come tovisit you. Will you welcome me?

TÁNYA. Dear Theodore Ivánitch, just the same as we would our ownfather!

 [Embraces and kisses him. 

CURTAIN

FOOTNOTES FOR FRUITS OF CULTURE

1. Economical balls at which the ladies are bound to appear in dresses made of cotton materials. 

2. The present value of the rouble is rather over fifty cents. 

3. The Gypsy choirs are very popular in Moscow. 

4. BETSY. Cease! You are becoming quite unbearable!. 

5. PETRÍSTCHEF. I have C said (ceased), B said, and D said. 

6. BARONESS. But tell me, please, is he paid for this?

 ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I really do not know. 

 BARONESS. But he is a gentleman?

 ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Oh, yes!

 BARONESS. It is almost miraculous. Isn't it? How does he manage to find things?

 ANNA PÁVLOVNA. I really can't tell you. My husband will explain it to you. .. . Excuse me. .. . 

7. Stunning!

8. BARONESS. Capital! Does it not cause him any pain?

 LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. Not the slightest. 

9. He uses a Centigrade thermometer. 

10. LEONÍD FYÓDORITCH. You bring good luck. 

11. FAT LADY. But he looks quite nice. 

12. To take a header. 

13. Do not disappoint us. 

14. BETSY. I have more than enough of your Koko. 

15. YOUNG PRINCESS. He is usually so very punctual. .. . 

16. BETSY. Cease; mind the servants!

17. And that won't suit me at all, at all! Not at all, at all!

18. Employers have charge of the servants' passports, and in this way have a hold on them in case of misconduct. 

19. It is customary for peasants to marry just after Easter, but when spring has come and the field work begun, no marriages take place among them till autumn. (See also THE POWER OF DARKNESS footnote 2. )

20. COUNTESS. Thank you (for your hospitality), a thousand thanks

21. ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Thank you (for coming to see us), a thousand thanks. Till next Tuesday!