Autumn. Evening. The moon is shining. The stage represents the
interior 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
and the gate; to the left the summer half and the cellar. To the
right of the stage is a shed. The sound of tipsy voices and shouts
are heard from the hut.[5] Second Neighbour Woman comes out of the
hut and beckons to First Neighbour Woman.
[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.
SECOND NEIGHBOUR. How's it Akoulína has not shown herself?
FIRST NEIGHBOUR. 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, and want
to see the girl; and she, my dear, she's lying in the cold hut and can't
come out, poor thing!
SECOND NEIGHBOUR. But how's that?
FIRST NEIGHBOUR. They say she's been bewitched by an evil eye! She's got
pains in the stomach!
SECOND NEIGHBOUR. You don't say so?
FIRST NEIGHBOUR. What else could it be? [Whispers].
SECOND NEIGHBOUR. Dear me! There's a go! But his relatives will surely
find it out?
FIRST NEIGHBOUR. They find it out! They're all drunk! Besides, they are
chiefly after her dowry. Just think what they give with the girl! Two
furs, my dear, six dresses, a French shawl, and I don't know how many
pieces of linen, and money as well,--two hundred roubles, it's said!
SECOND NEIGHBOUR. That's all very well, but even money can't give much
pleasure in the face of such a disgrace.
FIRST NEIGHBOUR. 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 cool
myself a bit. [Stands puffing] The Lord only knows what--something is
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 the
father? And here you are, dear friend.... Well, dear friend, the Lord be
thanked! Everything is as honourable as can be! When one's arranging a
match one should not boast. And I have never learnt to boast. But as
you've come about the right business, so with the Lord's help, you'll be
grateful to me all your life! She's a wonderful girl! There's no other
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 her father
goes with her. And it's more than one gets easily, as things are
nowadays. Three times fifty roubles!
THE FATHER. We don't complain, but it's for our own child. Naturally we
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 from the
Karmílins, but I stood out against it. And as for the money, I'll tell
you truly: when her father, God be merciful to his soul, was dying, he
gave orders that the widow should take Nikíta into the homestead--of
course I know all about it from my son,--and the money was to go to
Akoulína. Why, another one might have thought of his own interests, but
Nikíta gives everything clean! It's no trifle. Fancy what a sum it is!
THE FATHER. People are saying, that more money was left her? The lad's
sharp too!
MATRYÓNA. Oh, dear soul alive! A slice in another's hand always looks
big; all she had will be handed over. I tell you, throw doubts to the
wind 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 wondering about
the girl; why has she not come out? We've been thinking, suppose she's
sickly?
MATRYÓNA. Oh, ah.... Who? She? Sickly? Why, there's none to compare with
her in the district. The girl's as sound as a bell; you can't pinch her.
But you saw her the other day! And as for work, she's wonderful! She's a
bit deaf, that's true, but there are spots on the sun, 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 the business! They know of the
betrothal and they bewitched her. But I know a counter-spell. The girl
will get up to-morrow. Don't you worry about 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'm
blest! "I can't bear it," she says. "I'll scream," she says, "I'll
scream 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 good of
their drinking my health?" she says. "I shan't marry," she says. "I
shall die," she says. Mother, supposing she does die! It's awful. I'm so
frightened!
ANÍSYA. No fear, she'll not die. But don't you go near her. Come along.
[Exit Anísya and Nan].
MÍTRITCH [comes in at the gate and begins collecting the scattered hay]
Oh Lord! Merciful Nicholas! What a lot of liquor they've been and
swilled, and the smell they've made! It smells even out here! But no, I
don't want any, drat it! See how they've scattered the hay about. They
don't eat it, but only trample it under foot. A truss gone before 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 go into the hut.
It seems to float just round my nose! It has a strong scent, the damned
stuff! [The guests are heard driving off] They're off at last. Oh Lord!
Merciful Nicholas! There they go, binding themselves 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 what to
do!
MÍTRITCH. It's a fine mess. But there's the Foundlings'[6] for that sort
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--if the
mother goes in as a wet-nurse. It's easy enough nowadays.
[6] The Foundlings' Hospital in Moscow, where 80 to 90 per cent. of
the children die.
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 must
take 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 a
hankering for smut, but you're weak when it comes to settling up, I see!
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 other
way!" You should have thought about it a year ago. Do what you're told
to!
NIKÍTA. Oh dear, what a go!
Enter Nan.
NAN. Mother! Grandmother's calling! I think sister's got a baby! I'm
blest if it didn't scream!
ANÍSYA. What are you babbling about? Plague take you! It's kittens
whining 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 off
and 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 one to think
beforehand? When's one to think? Why, last year this Anísya dangled
after me. What was I to do? Am I a monk? The master died; and I covered
my sin as was proper, so I was not to blame there. Aren't there lots of
such cases? And then those powders. Did I put her up to that? 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 these horrors--that jade!
And she became loathsome to me from that day! She became 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 I to do! If I
had not done it, someone else would. And this is what comes 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 did your
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's
come 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. And
what's one to do with it? Go and take it to the Foundlings'--it will die
just the same, and the rumour 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 so
that no one will have an inkling. Only do as I tell you. We women can't
do it without a man. There, take the spade, and get it done there,--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 get it
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 will
notice! They'll see or they'll hear! The rascals must needs know
everything. And the policeman went by this evening. Well then, you see
[gives him the spade], you get down into the cellar and dig a hole right
in the corner; the earth is soft there, and you'll smooth it over.
Mother earth will not blab to any one; she'll keep it close. Go then;
go, dear.
NIKÍTA. You'll get me into a mess, bother you! I'll go away! You do it
alone 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 he dug
it?
MATRYÓNA. He doesn't want to!
ANÍSYA [springs out enraged] Doesn't want to! How will he like feeding
vermin in prison! I'll go straight away and tell everything to the
police! It's all the same if one must perish. I'll go straight and tell!
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! We
were 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 me
long enough! You've trampled me under foot! Now it's my turn! Go, I tell
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] Neighbours! Heh! heh!
MATRYÓNA [closes her mouth] What are you about? You're mad! He'll go....
Go, sonnie; go, my own.
ANÍSYA. I'll cry murder!
NIKÍTA. Now stop! Oh what people! You'd better be quick.... As well be
hung for a sheep as a lamb! [Goes towards the cellar].
MATRYÓNA. Yes, that's just it, honey. If you know how to amuse yourself,
you must know how to hide the consequences.
ANÍSYA [still excited] He's trampled on me ... he and his slut! But it's
enough! I'm not going to be the only one! Let him also be a murderer!
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 the girl,
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 on my
mind! Let him feel it too! I'll not spare myself; I've said I'll not
spare myself!
NIKÍTA [from the cellar] Show a light!
MATRYÓNA [holds up the lantern to him. To Anísya] He's digging. Go and
bring it.
ANÍSYA. You stay with him, or he'll go away, the wretch! And I'll go and
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. I know how to do it. [Exit].
See at end of Act, Variation, which may be used instead of the
following.
MATRYÓNA. How the woman bristled up! But one must allow she's been put
upon. Well, but with the Lord's help, when we've covered this business,
there'll be an end of it. We'll shove the girl off without any trouble.
My son will live in comfort. The house, thank God, is as full as an egg.
They'll not forget me either. Where would they have been without
Matryóna? They'd not have known how to contrive things. [Peering into
the cellar] Is it ready, sonnie?
NIKÍTA [puts out his head] What are you about there? Bring it quick!
What are you dawdling for? If it is to be done, let it be done.
MATRYÓNA [goes towards door of the hut and meets Anísya. Anísya comes
out 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--she
wouldn'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] Be
quick and smother it, and then it won't be alive! [Pushes Nikíta down]
It's your doing, and you must finish it.
MATRYÓNA [sits on the doorstep of the hut] He's tender-hearted. It's
hard 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! How frightened
he was: well, but what of that? If it _is_ hard, it's the only thing to
be done. Where was one to put it? And just think, how often it happens
that people pray to God to have children! But no, God gives them none;
or they are all still-born. Look at our priest's wife now.... And here,
where it's not wanted, here it lives. [Looks towards the cellar] I
suppose he's finished. [To Anísya] Well?
ANÍSYA [looking into the cellar] He's put a board on it and is sitting
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 her
arms; she escapes, he runs after her with the spade. Matryóna runs
towards him and stops him. Anísya runs into the porch. Matryóna tries to
wrench the spade from him. To his mother] I'll kill you! I'll kill you!
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 it
whimpered.... How it crunched under me! What have they done with me?...
And it's really alive, still alive! [Listens in silence] It's whimpering
... 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 hear
nothing! I suppose it was fancy! [Moves away, then stops] How the little
bones crunched under me. Krr ... kr ... What have they made me do?
[Listens again] Again whimpering! It's really whimpering! What can it
be? Mother! Mother, I say! [Goes up to her].
MATRYÓNA. What is it, sonnie?
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 done
with me? How the little bones crunched, and how it whimpered! My own
mother! 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 uncanny at
night-time. But wait a bit. When the day breaks, you know, and one day
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 go and have
a drink; have a drink! I'll go and put things straight in the cellar
myself.
NIKÍTA [rouses himself] Is there any drink left? Perhaps I can drink it
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 and
dig! Where has he thrown the spade to? [Finds the spade, and goes down
into 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 him
alone, he'll come to his senses. God help him! I'll set to work myself.
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, but now
you'll know how it feels! You'll lose some of your bluster!
NIKÍTA [rushes out of the hut towards the cellar] Mother! mother, I say!
MATRYÓNA [puts out her head] What is it, sonnie?
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 am
lost! Lost! What have they done with me?... Where shall I go? [Sits down
on the step].
Curtain.
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, and is the one usually acted.
SCENE 2.
The interior of the hut as in Act I.
Nan lies on the bench, and is covered with a coat. Mítritch is
sitting on the oven smoking.
MÍTRITCH. Dear me! How they've made the place smell! Drat 'em! They've
been spilling the fine stuff. Even tobacco don't get rid of the 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 it out!
[7] Nan calls Mítritch "daddy" merely as a term of endearment.
MÍTRITCH. Not put it out? Why?
NAN. Didn't you hear them making a row in the yard? [Listens] D'you
hear, there in the barn again now?
MÍTRITCH. What's that to you? I guess no one's asked you to mind! Lie
down 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 only
as big as a mouse's eye, else it's so frightening!
MÍTRITCH [laughs] All right, all right. [Sits down by her] What's there
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, I think....
MÍTRITCH. Eh, what a little busybody it is! May the frogs kick 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 too much you'll grow
old too soon.
NAN. And you are going to lie on the oven?
MÍTRITCH. Well, of course! What a little silly you are, now I come to
look at you! Must needs know everything. [Tucks her up again, then
stands 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 then it
was just such a little girl as you that the bogey popped into his bag
and made off with.
NAN. What bogey?
MÍTRITCH. Why, just his very self! [Climbs up on to the oven] The oven
is beautifully warm to-night. Quite a treat! Oh Lord! Gracious Nicholas!
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't you
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, I won'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 it help
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't
sleep, he comes with a sack and pops the girl into it, then in he gets
himself, 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 matter
with you? I suppose it's your mother!
Enter Anísya.
ANÍSYA. Nan! [Nan pretends to be asleep] Mítritch!
MÍTRITCH. What?
ANÍSYA. What's the lamp burning for? We are going to sleep in the
summer-hut.
MÍTRITCH. Why, you see I've only just got straight. I'll put the light
out all right.
ANÍSYA [rummages in her box and grumbles] When a thing's wanted one
never 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! It
would be a sin, you know!
MÍTRITCH. Of course it would! Everything in due order.... Have you found
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; for goodness'
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 woman
also 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's there!
Didn't I hear what granny was saying? I heard her! Blest if I didn't!
MÍTRITCH. What did you hear? Go to sleep, I tell you. Cover yourself up,
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 I
tell 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's
that same little girl lying on the floor, flat on her stomach. We were
going to give her a knock on the head, but all at once I felt that
sorry, 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 where she could
with her hands, so that one couldn't get them off! Well, so I began
stroking her head. It was so bristly,--just like a hedgehog! So I
stroked and stroked, and she quieted down at last. I soaked a bit of
rusk and gave it her. She understood that, and began nibbling. What were
we to do with her? We took her; took her, and began feeding and feeding
her, and she got so used to us that we took her with us on the march,
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 are
just the same as Jews, but still not Jews. Polish, yet Asiatics. Curls
... or, Curdlys is their name.... I've forgotten what it is![8] We
called the girl Sáshka. She was a fine girl, Sáshka was! There now, I've
forgotten everything I used to know! But that girl--the deuce take
her--seems to be before my eyes now! Out of all my time of service, 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 carry her 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 up as her daughter.
So--she was all right! How sorry the soldiers were to let her go!
[8] Probably Kurds.
NAN. There now, daddy, and I remember when father was dying,--you were
not living with us then. Well, he called Nikíta and says, "Forgive me,
Nikíta!" he says, and begins to cry. [Sighs] That also felt very sad!
MÍTRITCH. Yes; there now, so it is ...
NAN. Daddy! Daddy, I say! There they are again, making a noise in the
cellar! Oh gracious heavens! Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh, daddy! They'll do
something 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 to
shivers! Oh, these women are vile creatures! One can't say much for men
either; but women!... They are like wild beasts, and stick at nothing!
NAN [rising] Daddy; I say, daddy!
MÍTRITCH. Well, what now?
NAN. The other day a traveller stayed the night; he said that when an
infant 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 to the
bad? Who teaches you? What do you see? What do you hear? Only vileness!
I, though I've not been taught much, still know a thing or two. 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, and all as blind
as moles--knowing nothing! All sorts of spells: how to stop the
cattle-plague with a plough, and how to cure children by putting them
under the perches in the hen-house! That's what they know!
NAN. Yes, mother also did that!
MÍTRITCH. Yes,--there it is,--just so! So many millions of girls and
women, and all like beasts in a forest! As she grows up, so she dies!
Never sees anything; never hears anything. A peasant,--he may learn
something 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 what Friday
it is! Friday! Friday! But ask her what's Friday? She don't know!
They're like blind puppies, creeping about and poking their noses into
the dung-heap.... 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 teaches
you? Only a tipsy peasant--with the strap perhaps! That's all the
teaching you get! I don't know who'll have to answer for you. For a
recruit, the drill-sergeant or the corporal has to answer; but for the
likes of you there's no one responsible! Just as the cattle that have no
herdsman are the most mischievous, so with you women--you are the
stupidest 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 head and
sleep! Oh Lord!
Silence. The cricket chirps.
NAN [jumps up] Daddy! Some one's screaming awfully! Blest if some one
isn'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 have taken
it somewhere!
MATRYÓNA [whispers] Sit still a bit and drink a little more, or have a
smoke. It will ease your thoughts!
NIKÍTA. My own mother! My turn seems to have come! How it began to
whimper, and how the little bones crunched ... krr ... I'm not a man
now!
MATRYÓNA. Eh, now, what's the use of talking so silly! Of course it does
seem fearsome at night, but wait till the daylight comes, and a day 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, sonnie! 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'll
kill you!
MATRYÓNA. Oh, oh, how frightened he's got! You should go and have a
sleep 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 seem
stunned.
NIKÍTA. It's whining! It's whining! It is really--there, there, quite
plain! 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't you
get to rest? How can it be alive? All its bones are crushed!
NIKÍTA. Give me more drink! [Drinks].
MATRYÓNA. Now go, sonnie. 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 done
with 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 frogs kick
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 with you! 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 creatures
they are! May the frogs kick them! Well then, climb up.
NAN [climbs on oven] But don't you go away!
MÍTRITCH. Where should I go to? Climb up, climb up! Oh Lord! Gracious
Nicholas! Holy Mother!... How they have frighted the girl. [Covers her
up] There's a little fool--really a little fool! How they've frighted
her; really, they are vile creatures! The deuce take 'em!
Curtain.
ACT V
SCENE 1.
In front of scene a stack-stand, to the left a thrashing ground, to
the right a barn. The barn doors are open. Straw is strewn about in
the doorway. The hut with yard and out-buildings is seen in the
background, whence proceed sounds of singing and of a tambourine.
Two Girls are walking past the barn towards the hut.
FIRST GIRL. There, you see we've managed to pass without so much as
getting 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 straw
and sees something] What's that?
SECOND GIRL [looks where the straw lies and sees some one] It's
Mítritch, their labourer. Just look how drunk he is!
FIRST GIRL. Why, I thought he didn't drink.
SECOND GIRL. It seems he didn't, until it was going around.
FIRST GIRL. Just see! He must have come to fetch some straw. Look! he's
got a rope in his hand, and he's fallen asleep.
SECOND GIRL [listening] They're still singing the praises.[9] So I
s'pose the bride and bridegroom have not yet been blessed! They say
Akoulína didn't even lament![10]
[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.
FIRST GIRL. Mammie says she is marrying against her will. Her
stepfather threatened her, or else she'd not have done it for the world!
Why, you know what they've been saying about her?
MARÍNA [catching up the Girls] How d'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; but surely
you know him?
FIRST GIRL. To be sure we do; he's a relative of the bridegroom's, I
think?
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 to
be going home. We didn't mean to come to the wedding. We were taking
oats to town. We only stopped to feed the horse, and they made my old
man 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, my
dear--my old man. Call him, my pet, and say "Your missis, Marína, says
you 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 more
than a year now. But I'd have liked to have a peep and see how he lives
with his Anísya. People say they don't get on. She's a coarse woman, and
with a character of her own. I should think he's remembered me more
than once. He's been caught by the idea of a comfortable life and has
changed me for it. But, God help him, I don't cherish ill-will! Then it
hurt! Oh dear, it was pain! But now it's worn away and been forgotten.
But I'd like to have seen him. [Looks towards hut and sees Nikíta] Look
there! Why, he is coming here! Have the girls told him? How's it he has
left his guests? I'll go away! [Nikíta approaches, hanging his head
down, swinging his arms, and muttering] And how sullen he looks!
NIKÍTA [sees and recognises Marína] Marína, dearest friend, little
Marína, 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 look
round, 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 your
house?
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, the
master,--and to go away from the feast!
NIKÍTA [sits down on the straw] Why have I gone away? Eh, if you knew,
if you had any idea ... I'm dull, Marína, so dull that I wish my eyes
would not see! I rose from the table and left them, to get away from 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's
there! When I sleep, it's there! I'm so sick of it--so sick! But it's
chiefly because I'm all alone that I'm so sick, little Marína. I have no
one to 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 wept yours
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, and yourself too!
Is this life?
MARÍNA [stands by the barn crying, but restrains herself] I do not
complain of my life, Nikíta! God grant every one a life like mine. I do
not complain. I confessed to my old man at the time, and he forgave me.
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 children clothed and
washed! He is really kind to me. Why should I complain? It seems God
willed it so. And what's the matter with your life? You are rich ...
NIKÍTA. My life!... It's only that I don't wish to disturb the wedding
feast, or I'd take this rope here [takes hold of the rope on the straw]
and throw it across that rafter there. Then I'd make a noose and stretch
it out, and I'd climb on to that rafter and jump down with my 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! Misery is eating
me up completely, so that I care for nothing! Oh, little Marína, it's
only with you I ever lived! Do you remember how we used to while away
the nights together at the railway?
MARÍNA. Don't you rub the sores, Nikíta! I'm bound legally now, and you
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 looking at
others, but keep to your own! You loved Anísya, then go on loving her!
NIKÍTA. Oh, that Anísya, she's gall and wormwood to me, but she's round
my feet like rank weeds!
MARÍNA. Whatever she is, still she's your wife.... But what's the use of
talking; you'd better go to your visitors, and send my husband to me.
NIKÍTA. Oh dear, if you knew the whole business ... but there's no good
talking!
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 hosts
want you to come and do them honour! The wedding party is just going to
start, 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 nephew Peter's
health, the rascal! Else the hosts might take offence! There's plenty 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 ever
really 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 and swallow
me!
NAN [sees Nikíta, and runs towards him] Daddy, I say, daddy! They're
looking for you! Her godfather and all of them have already blessed her.
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 the hand]
Dad, go and bless them! My word, they're angry, they're grumbling!
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 my hands?
How am I to look her in the face! [Lies down again] Oh, if there 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 they all 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 even
answer! 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 them
your blessing, as is proper and honourable, 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 done to
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 her
own 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! Now she
can't refuse. And his kinsfolk can't take offence either. They saw the
girl twice, and get money with her too! It's all safe and sound!
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 my
mind 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 up to
there! [Puts his hand to his throat].
MATRYÓNA. Still it has to be done! As it is, people are talking. "The
master's gone away and won't come; he can't make up his mind to give his
blessing." They'll be putting two and two together. As soon as they see
you're frightened they'll begin guessing. "The thief none suspect who
walks bold and erect!" But you'll be getting out of the frying-pan into
the fire! Above all, lad, don't show it; don't lose courage, 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 your
blessing, as is right and honourable;--and there's an end of the matter!
NIKÍTA [lies face down] I can't!
MATRYÓNA [aside] What has come over him? He seemed all right, and
suddenly 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 how the
people are pleased.... But where is he?
MATRYÓNA. Here, honey, he's here; he's laid down on the straw and there
he lies! He won't come!
NIKÍTA [looking at his wife] Just see, she's tipsy too! When I look at
her my heart seems to turn! How can one live with her? [Turns on his
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 look on! A
concertina! And the women singing so well! All tipsy! Everything so
respectable, so nice!
NIKÍTA. What's nice?
ANÍSYA. The wedding--such a jolly wedding! They all say it's quite an
uncommon fine wedding! All so respectable, so nice! Come along! We'll go
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 but
to live and be merry! And all so respectable, and quite legal! I'm so
pleased! I have no words for it! It's just as if I were going to marry
you over again! And oh, the people, they _are_ pleased! They're all
thanking us! And the guests are all of the best: Iván Moséitch is there,
and the Police Officer; they've also been singing songs of praise!
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! The
hosts both go and leave the visitors! And the guests are all of the
best!
NIKÍTA [gets up and brushes the straw off himself] Go, and I'll come at
once!
MATRYÓNA. Just see! He listens to the young bird, but wouldn't listen to
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 give
my blessing! [The women stop] Go on! I'll follow! Now then, go! [Exit
women. Sits down and takes his boots off] Yes, I'm going! A likely
thing! No, you'd better look at the rafter for me! I'll fix the noose
and jump with it from the rafter, then you can look for me! And the rope
is here just handy. [Ponders] I'd have got over it, over any sorrow--I'd
have got over that. But this now--here it is, deep in my heart, and I
can't get over it! [Looks towards the yard] Surely she's not coming
back? [Imitates Anísya] "So nice, so nice. I'd lie down here with you."
Oh, the baggage! Well then, here I am! Come and cuddle when they've
taken me down from the rafter! There's only one way! [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 it
myself! I said I'd bring the straw--and so I will! Nikíta, is that you?
[Laughs] Oh, the devil! Have you come to get the straw?
NIKÍTA. Give me the rope!
MÍTRITCH. No, you wait a bit! The peasants sent me! I'll bring it ...
[Rises to his feet and begins getting the straw together, but reels
for 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 a Non ...
fool, can't say it--Non-commissioned Officer of Her Majesty's very 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 a warrior; I'm
the very least of men, a poor lost orphan! I swore not to drink, and now
I had a smoke, and ... Well then, do you think I'm afraid of you? No
fear; I'm afraid of no man! I've taken to drink, and I'll drink! Now
I'll go it for a fortnight; I'll go it hard! I'll drink my last shirt;
I'll drink my cap; I'll pawn my passport; and I'm afraid 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 to drink, and I'll drink! And
I fear no man! 'Cos I don't lie; but just as ... Why should one mind
them--such muck as they are! "Here you are," I say; that's me. A priest
told me, the devil's the biggest bragger! "As soon," says he, "as you
begin to brag, you get frightened; and as soon as you fear men, then the
hoofed one just collars 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 the
bath-house! All made of one paste! One has a bigger belly, another a
smaller; that's all the difference there is! Fancy being afraid of 'em!
Deuce take 'em!
[Illustration: THE POWER OF DARKNESS. ACT V.
NIKÍTA. True enough! What was I about?
MÍTRITCH. What?
NIKÍTA. You tell me not to fear men?
MÍTRITCH. Why fear such muck as they are? You look at 'em in the
bath-house!]
MATRYÓNA [from the yard] Well, are you coming?
NIKÍTA. Ah! Better so! I'm coming! [Goes towards yard].
SCENE 2.
Interior of hut, full of people, some sitting round tables and
others standing. In the front corner Akoulína and the Bridegroom. On
one of the tables an Icón and a loaf of rye-bread. Among the
visitors are Marína, her husband, and a Police Officer, also a Hired
Driver, the Matchmaker, and the Best Man. The women are singing.
Anísya carries round 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 given
his blessing. But where is he?
ANÍSYA. He is coming--coming at once, dear friends! Have another glass
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 here
before one could plait a girl's hair who's had her hair cropped! Drink,
friends! [Offers the drink] Coming at once! Sing again, my pets,
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 are all
here, and I am here! I am ... [Falls on his knees].
ANÍSYA. Nikíta darling, what's the matter with you? Oh my head, my head!
MATCHMAKER. Here's a go!
MATRYÓNA. I did say he was taking too much of that French wine! Come to
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's
gone crazy! He must be taken away!
NIKÍTA [shakes her off] Leave me alone! And you, father, hear me! And
first, Marína, look here! [Bows to the ground to her and rises] I have
sinned towards you! I promised to marry you, I tempted you, and forsook
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 one
wants to know! Get up! It's like your impudence!
MATRYÓNA. Oh, oh, he's bewitched! And however did it happen? It's a
spell! Get up! what nonsense are you jabbering? [Pulls him].
NIKÍTA [shakes his head] Don't touch me! Forgive me my sin towards you,
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 you thinking
about--to recall it? Enough humbug! It's shameful! Oh my poor head! He's
quite crazy!
NIKÍTA [pushes his wife away and turns to Akoulína] Akoulína, now I'll
speak to you! Listen, Christian Commune! I'm a fiend, Akoulína! I have
sinned against you! Your father died no natural death! He was poisoned!
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 call
it, 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 an
indictment 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 up an
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 being done.... 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 do your
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 told me
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 feel better!
Confess to God, don't fear men! God--God! It is He!
NIKÍTA. I poisoned the father, dog that I am, and I ruined the daughter!
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 it and
smothered it--and its bones crunched! [Weeps] And I buried it! I did it,
all alone!
AKOULÍNA. He raves! I told him to!
NIKÍTA. Don't shield me! I fear no one now! Forgive me, Christian
Commune! [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 his
father] Father, dear father, forgive me too,--fiend that I am! You told
me from the first, when I took to bad ways, you said then, "If a claw 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, for Christ'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! Ask me!
NIKÍTA [bound] No need to ask! I did it all myself. The design was mine,
and the deed was mine. Take me where you like. I will say no more!
Curtain.
END OF "THE POWER OF DARKNESS."
[ Transcriber's Note:
The following is a list of corrections made to the original. The first
line is the original line, the second the corrected one.
about the lass or about yourself Twist them, I mean, to make it better
about the lass or about yourself. Twist them, I mean, to make it better
daresay the samovár is still hot I'll also go and help a bit.
daresay the samovár is still hot. I'll also go and help a bit.
NIKÍTA. I don't want it! Put out the light . . Oh, how dull I feel, how
NIKÍTA. I don't want it! Put out the light ... Oh, how dull I feel, how
SCENE 1
SCENE 1.
thanking us! And the guests are all of the best: Ivan Moséitch is there,
thanking us! And the guests are all of the best: Iván Moséitch is there,
MÍTRICH. What?
MÍTRITCH. What?
NIKÍTA. You tell me not to fear men.
NIKÍTA. You tell me not to fear men?
MÍTRICH. Why fear such muck as they are? You look at 'em in the
MÍTRITCH. Why fear such muck as they are? You look at 'em in the
ANÍSYA. Nikíta darling, what's the matter with you. Oh my head, my head!
ANÍSYA. Nikíta darling, what's the matter with you? Oh my head, my head!
]