_[A cautious knock is heard at the window._
LIPA _(opening the window)_
Who is there?
TONY _(to Speransky)_
Keep quiet, keep quiet.
KING FRIAR _(thrusting his smiling face through the window)_ Is Savva Yegorovich in? I wanted to ask him to come with me to the woods.
LIPA
No. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Vassya? To-morrow is a big feast-day in your monastery and you–
YOUNG FRIAR _(smiling)_
There are plenty of people in the monastery without me. Please tell Mr. Savva that I have gone to the ravine to catch fireflies. Ask him to call out: “Ho, ho!”
LIPA
What do you want fireflies for?
YOUNG FRIAR
Why, to scare the monks with. I’ll put two fireflies next to each other like eyes, and they’ll think it’s, the devil. Tell him, please, to call: “Ho, ho, ho!” _(He disappears in the darkness)_
LIPA _(shouting after him)_
He can’t come to-day. _(To Speransky)_ Gone already–ran off.
SPERANSKY
They buried three in the cemetery to-day, Miss Olympiada.
LIPA
Have you seen Savva?
SPERANSKY
No, I am sorry to say I haven’t. I say, they buried three people to-day. One old man–perhaps you knew him–Peter Khvorostov?
LIPA
Yes, I knew him. So he’s dead?
SPERANSKY
Yes, and two children. The women wept a great deal.
LIPA
What did they die of?
SPERANSKY
I am sorry, but I don’t know. It didn’t interest me. Some children’s disease, I suppose. When children die, Miss Olympiada, they turn all blue and look as if they wanted to cry. The faces of grown people are tranquil, but children’s faces are not. Why is that so?
LIPA
I don’t know–I’ve never noticed it.
SPERANSKY
It’s a very interesting phenomenon.
LIPA
There’s father now. I told you to go to bed. Now I’ve got to listen to your brawling. I’ll get out.
_(Exit. Enter Yegor Tropinin)_
YEGOR
Who lighted the lamp?
SPERANSKY
Good evening, Mr. Tropinin.
YEGOR
Good evening. Who lighted the lamp?
SPERANSKY
Miss Olympiada.
YEGOR _(blowing it out)_
Learned it from Savva. _(To Tony)_ And you, what’s the matter with you? How long, how long, for Christ’s sake? How long am I to stand all this from you, you good-for-nothing loafers? Eh? Where did you get the whiskey, eh?
TONY
At the bar.
YEGOR
It wasn’t put there for you, was it?
TONY
You have a very funny face, father.
YEGOR
Give me the whiskey.
TONY
I won’t.
YEGOR
Give here!
TONY
I won’t.
YEGOR _(slaps his face)_
Give it to me, I say.
TONY _(falls on the sofa, still holding on to the bottle)_
I won’t.
YEGOR _(sitting down, calmly)_
All right, swill until you bust, devil. What was I saying? That fool put it out of my head. Oh yes, the pilgrims are going, it strong this time. It’s been a bad year for the crops. That’s another reason, I suppose. There’s no grub, they have nothing to eat, and so they’ll pray. If God listened to every fool’s prayer, we’d have a fine time of it. If he listened to every fool, what chance would the wise man have? A fool remains a fool. That’s why he is called a fool.
SPERANSKY
That’s correct.
YEGOR
I should say it is correct. Father Parfeny is a smart man. He flim-flams them all right. He put up a new coffin–did you hear that? The old one has all been eaten away by the pilgrims, so he put a new one into its place. It was old, so he put a new one instead. They’ll eat that one away. No matter what you give them–Tony, are you drinking again?
TONY
I am.
YEGOR
I am! I am! I’ll hand you out another one in a moment and we’ll see what you say then.
_[Enter Savva, looking very gay and lively. He stoops less than usual, talks rapidly, and looks sharp and straight, but his gaze does not rest long on the same person or object._
SAVVA
Ah, the philosophers! Father! A worthy assemblage. Why do you keep it so dark here, like some hell-hole with a lot of rats in it? A philosopher has to have light. The dark is good only for going through people’s pockets. Where is the lamp? Oh, here it is. _(He lights the lamp)_
YEGOR _(ironically)_
Perhaps you’ll open the windows too?
SAVVA
Quite right. I’ll open the windows also. _(Opens them)_ My, how they keep pouring in!
SPERANSKY
A whole army.
SAVVA
And all of them will die in time and acquire peace. And then they’ll know the truth, for it never comes except in the society of worms. Have I got the essence of your optimistic philosophy down right, my thin, lean friend?
SPERANSKY _(with a sigh)_
You are always joking.
SAVVA.
And you are always moping. Look here now. What with the poor, scanty fare the deacon’s wife doles out to you and your constant grieving, you will soon die, and then your face will assume an expression of perfect peace. A peaked nose, and all around, stretching in every direction, a vast expanse of peace. Can’t you get some comfort out of that? Isn’t it a consolation to you? Think of it, a tiny island of nose lapped in an ocean of peace.
SPERANSKY _(dejectedly)_
You are still joking.
SAVVA
The idea! Who would joke about death? No, when you die, I’ll follow your funeral and proclaim to all: “Behold, here is a man who has come to know the truth.” Oh no, I’ll rather hang you up as a banner of truth. And, the more your skin and flesh decompose and crumble, the more will the truth come out. It will be a most instructive object lesson, highly educative. Tony, why are you staring at me?
TONY _(sadly)_
You have a very funny face.
YEGOR
What are they talking about?
SAVVA
Father, what’s the matter with your face? Have you sooted it? It looks as black as Satan’s.
YEGOR _(quickly putting his hand to his face)_
Where?
SPERANSKY
They are just making fun. There is nothing on your face, Mr. Tropinin.
YEGOR
The fool! Satan? You are Satan yourself, God forgive me!
SAVVA _(making a terrible face and holding up his fingers in the shape of horns)_ I am the devil.
YEGOR
By God, you are the very devil himself!
SAVVA _(glancing round the room)_
Isn’t the devil going to get any dinner to-day? I have had all I want of sinners. I am surfeited with them. I should like to have something more appetizing now.
YEGOR
Where were you knocking about at the regular dinner hour? You’ll have to do without dinner now.
SAVVA
I was with the children, father, with the children. They told me stories. They tell stories splendidly, and they were all about devils, witches, and the dead–your specialty, philosopher. They trembled with fear as they told them. That’s why we stayed so long. They were afraid to go home. Misha was the only one who wasn’t scared. He is a brick. He’s afraid of nothing.
SPERANSKY _(indifferently)_
What of it? He’ll die too.
SAVVA
My dear sir, don’t be so funereal. You are like an undertakers’ trust. Don’t be forever croaking: “Die, die, die.” Here, take my father, for instance. He’ll soon die; but look at his face, how pleasant and cheerful it is.
YEGOR
Satan! You’re the devil incarnate!
SPERANSKY
But since we don’t know–
SAVVA
My good friend, life is such an interesting business. You understand–life. Come, let’s have a game of jackstones to-morrow. I’ll provide the jacks, first-class jacks. _(Enter Lipa, unnoticed)_ And then you should take gymnastic exercises. I mean it seriously. See how sunken your chest is. You’ll choke of consumption in a year or so. The deaconess will be glad, but it will create consternation among the dead. Seriously now. I have taken gymnastic exercises. Look. _(He lifts a heavy chair easily by the leg)_ There, you see!
LIPA _(laughing aloud)_
Ha, ha, ha!
SAVVA _(putting the chair down, with a touch of embarrassment)_
What’s the matter? I didn’t know you were here.
LIPA
You, ought to join the circus as an acrobat.
SAVVA _(glumly)_
Don’t talk nonsense.
LIPA
Are you offended?
SAVVA _(suddenly bursting into a good-natured, merry laugh)_ Oh, a trifle! All right, the circus, why not? We’ll both join it, Speransky and I. Not as acrobats though, but as clowns. How about it? Can you swallow hot junk? No? Well, I’ll teach you. As for you, Lipa, won’t you please let me have something to eat? I haven’t had anything since this morning.
YEGOR
A regular Satan, a regular Satan! Hasn’t had anything to eat! Who has ever heard of eating at this hour of the night? Who has ever seen such a thing?
SAVVA
I’ll give you a chance to see it now. It’s very interesting. Wait, I’ll teach you also how to swallow hot junk. I’ll make you an expert. You’ll be a wonder.
YEGOR
Me? Fool, you can’t teach me anything any more. Tony, give me the whiskey.
TONY
I won’t.
YEGOR
The devil take you all! Brought up and fed a lot of–_(Exit)_
LIPA _(handing him milk and dark bread)_
You seem to be happy to-night?
SAVVA
Yes, I am, and you are happy too.
LIPA _(laughing)_
I am.
SAVVA
And I am happy. _(He drinks the milk with avidity; the footsteps in the street grow louder, filing the room with their sound, and then die away again)_ What a treading and a tramping!
LIPA _(looking out of the window)_
The weather will be fine to-morrow. As long as I can remember the sun has always been shining brightly that way.
SAVVA
Hm, yes. That’s good.
LIPA
And when they carry the ikon, it sparkles all over with the precious stones like fire. Only His face remains gloomy. All the gems don’t give him any pleasure. He is sad and gloomy like the people’s woe.
SAVVA _(coolly)_
Hm, yes. Is that so?
LIPA
Just think how many tears have fallen upon Him, how many sighs and groans He has heard! That alone is enough to make the ikon holy for all who love and sympathize with the people and understand their soul. Why, they have nobody except Christ, all those unfortunate, miserable people. When I was a little girl, I was always waiting for a miracle–
SAVVA
It would be interesting.
LIPA
But now I understand that He Himself is waiting for a miracle from the people. He is waiting for the people to stop fighting, hating, and destroying each other.
SAVVA
Well, what of it?
LIPA _(fixing her gaze upon him)_
Nothing. To-morrow you’ll see for yourself when they carry Him in the procession. You’ll see what effect the mere consciousness that He is there with them has upon them, how it transforms them, what it does to them. The whole year round they live a dog’s life, in filth, quarrelling with each other, suffering. On that day all the ugliness seems to vanish. It is an awful and a joyous day when suddenly you cast away from yourself all that is superfluous and when you feel so clearly your nearness to all the unfortunates that are and ever were, and your nearness to God.
SAVVA _(abruptly)_
What time is it?
SPERANSKY
The clock has just struck a quarter past eleven, if I am not mistaken.
LIPA
It’s still early.
SAVVA
Early for what?
LIPA
Nothing. It’s still early, that’s all.
SAVVA _(suspiciously)_
What do you mean?
LIPA _(defiantly)_
What I mean.
SAVVA
Why did you say it’s still early?
LIPA _(paling)_
Because it’s only a little after eleven; but when it’s twelve–
SAVVA _(jumping up and going to her quickly; fixing her with his stare, he speaks slowly, pronouncing every word separately and distinctly)_ So? Is that it? When it’s twelve–_(He turns to Speransky without removing his eyes from Lipa)_ Listen, you go home.
LIPA _(frightened)_
No, stay, Mr. Speransky. Please stay, I beg you.
SAVVA
If you don’t go at once, I’ll throw you out of the window. Well?
SPERANSKY
Excuse me, I never had the faintest idea–I was here with Mr. Anthony Tropinin. I am going instantly. Where is my hat? I put it here somewhere–
SAVVA
There’s your hat. _(Throws it to him)_
LIPA _(feebly)_
Stay here awhile longer, Mr. Speransky. Sit down.
SPERANSKY
No, it’s late. I must go to bed. Good night, Miss Olympiada. Good night, Mr. Tropinin. Your brother is asleep already, I believe. You ought to take him to bed. I’m going, I’m going. _(Exit)_
SAVVA _(speaking in a quiet, calm tone; his movements are heavy and slow, as if his body had suddenly stiffened)_ You know it?
LIPA
I do.
SAVVA
You know all?
LIPA
All.
SAVVA
Did the monk tell you?
LIPA
He did.
SAVVA
Well?
LIPA _(drawing back a little, and raising her hand for protection)_-Well, nothing will happen. There’ll be no blowing up. You understand, Savva, there’ll be no explosion.
_[Pause. Footsteps are heard in the street, and indistinct talking. Savva turns around. Stooping more than usually, he takes a turn around the room with peculiar slowness._
SAVVA
Well?
LIPA
Then you had better believe me, brother. Believe me.
SAVVA
Yes?
LIPA
Why that was–I don’t know what it was–it was a piece of madness. Think it over.
SAVVA
Is it really true?
LIPA
Yes, it’s true. It’s all over. You can’t help it any more. There is nothing for you to do.
SAVVA
Tell me how it happened. _(Sits down deliberately, his eyes fixed on Lipa)_
LIPA
I guessed a little something long ago–that day when you spoke to me–only I didn’t know exactly what it was. And I saw the little machine too. I have another key to the trunk.
SAVVA
Evidently you have been cut out for a spy. Go on!
LIPA
I am not afraid of insults.
SAVVA
Never mind, never mind–go on.
LIPA
Then I saw that you had frequent talks with that fellow–Kondraty. Yesterday I looked in the trunk again, and the machine wasn’t there. So I understood.
SAVVA
You say you have another key?
LIPA
Yes. The trunk is mine, you know. Well, and to-day–
SAVVA
When to-day?
LIPA
Toward evening–I couldn’t find Kondraty anywhere–I told him that I knew all. He got very much frightened and told me the rest.
SAVVA
A worthy pair–spy and traitor.
LIPA
If you are going to insult me, I won’t say another word.
SAVVA
Never mind, never mind–go on.
LIPA
He was going to tell the Father Superior, but I didn’t let him. I didn’t want to ruin you.
SAVVA
No?
LIPA
When it was, all over, I understood what a crazy scheme it was–so crazy that I simply can’t think of it as real. It must have been a nightmare. It’s quite impossible. And I began to feel sorry for you–
SAVVA
Yes.
LIPA
I am sorry for you now too. _(With tears)_ Savva, darling, you are my brother. I have rocked your cradle. My dear angel, what idea is this you have got into your mind? Why, it’s terrible–it’s madness. I understand how hard it must be for you to see how people live, and so you have resolved on a desperate deed. You have always been good and kind, and so I can understand you. Don’t you think it’s hard for me to see this life? Don’t you think I suffer myself? Give me your hand.
SAVVA _(pushing her hand away)_
He told you he would go to the Superior?
LIPA
But I didn’t let him.
SAVVA
Has he got the machine?
LIPA
He’ll give it back to you to-morrow. He was afraid to give it to me. Savva dear, don’t look at me like that. I know it’s unpleasant for you, but you have a lot of common sense. You can’t help seeing that what you wanted to do was an absurdity, a piece of lunacy, a vagary that can come to one only in one’s dreams at night. Don’t I understand that life is hard? Am I not suffering from it myself? I understand even your comrades, the anarchists. It’s not right to kill anybody; but still I understand them. They kill the bad.
SAVVA
They are not my comrades. I have no comrades.
LIPA
Aren’t you an anarchist?
SAVVA
No.
LIPA
What are you then?
TONY _(raising his head)_
They are going, they are going. Do you hear?
SAVVA _(quietly, but ominously)_
They are going.
LIPA
There, you see. Who is going? Think of it. It’s human misery that’s going. And you wanted to take away from them their last hope, their last consolation. And to what purpose? In the name of what? In the name of some wild, ghastly dream about a “naked earth.” _(Peers with terror into the darkness of the room)_ A naked earth! It’s terrible to think of it. A naked earth! How could a man, a human being, ever conceive such an idea? A naked earth! Nothing, nothing! Everything laid bare, everything annihilated. Everything that people worked for through all the years; everything they have created with so much toil, with so much pain. Unhappy people! There is among you a man who says that all this must be burned, must be consumed with fire.
SAVVA
You remember my words to perfection.
LIPA
You awakened me, Savva. When you told me all that, my eyes were suddenly opened, and I began to love everything. Do you understand? I began to love it all. These walls–formerly I didn’t notice them; now I am sorry for them–so sorry, I could cry. And the books and everything–each brick, each piece of wood to which man has applied his labor. Let’s admit that it’s poor stuff. Who says it’s good? But that’s why I love it–for its defects, its imperfections, its crooked lines, its unfulfilled hopes. For the labor and the tears. And all who hear you talking, Savva, will feel as I do, and will begin to love all that is old and dear and human.
SAVVA
I have nothing to do with you.
LIPA
Nothing to do with us? With whom then have you to do? No, Savva, you don’t love anyone. You love only yourself and your dreams. He who loves men will not take away from them all they have. He will not regard his own wishes more than their lives. Destroy everything! Destroy Golgotha! Consider: _(with terror)_ destroy Golgotha! The brightest, the most glorious hope that ever was on earth! All right, you don’t believe in Christ. But if you have a single drop of nobility in your nature, you must respect and honor His noble memory. He was also unhappy. He was crucified–crucified, Savva. You are silent? Have you nothing to say?
SAVVA
Nothing.
LIPA
I thought–I thought–if you succeeded in carrying out your plot–I thought I’d kill you–that I’d poison you like some noxious beast.
SAVVA
And if I don’t succeed–
LIPA
You are still hoping?
SAVVA
And if I don’t succeed, I’ll kill you.
LIPA _(advancing a step toward him)_
Kill me! Kill me! Give me a chance to suffer for the sake of Christ. For the sake of Christ and for the sake of the people.
SAVVA
Yes. I’ll kill you.
LIPA
Do you suppose I didn’t think of it? Do you suppose I didn’t think of it? Oh, Lord, to suffer for Thee! Is there higher happiness than that?
SAVVA _(with a contemptuous gesture, pointing at Lipa)_
And that’s a human being! That’s one counted among the best! That’s the kind in which they take pride! Ah me, how poor you are in good people!
LIPA
Insult! Mock! That’s the way it has always been. They have always heaped insults upon us before they killed us.
SAVVA
No, I don’t mean to insult you. How can I insult you? You are simply a silly woman. There have been many such in the past. There are many such to-day. You are simply a foolish, insignificant creature. You are even innocent, like all insignificant persons. And if I mean to kill you, there is no reason to be proud of it. Don’t think you are an object specially worthy of my indignation. No, it would merely make matters a little easier for me. When I was chopping wood, and the axe in my raised arm struck the threshold instead of the log of wood, the jar was not so hard as if someone had arrested the motion of my arm. A raised hand must fall on something.
LIPA
And to think that this beast is my brother!
SAVVA
Whose cradle you rocked and whose diapers you changed. Yes. But to me it doesn’t seem in the least strange that you are my sister, or that this bundle there is my brother. No, Tony! They are going. _(Tony turns his head and stares stupidly without making any answer)_ And it doesn’t seem in the least strange to me that any insignificant chit and piece of nothingness calling itself my brother or my sister should go to the chemist’s and buy a nickel’s worth of arsenic on finding out who I am. You see, they have even attempted to poison me. The girl who left me tried to do it, but she lost her nerve. The point is that my sisters and brothers, among other things, have the characteristic of being cowards.
LIPA
I would have done it.
SAVVA
I don’t doubt it. You are a little hysterical, and hysterical people are determined, unless they happen to burst into tears first.
LIPA
I hysterical? All right, have it your way, have it your way. And who are you, Savva?
SAVVA
That doesn’t interest me.
LIPA
They are going, they are going. And they will find what they need. And that is the work of an hysterical woman. Do you hear how many of them there are? And if they found out–if I were to open the window this minute and cry out: “This man here has tried to destroy your Christ”–If you want it, I’ll do it this instant. You need only say so. Shall I? _(She takes a step toward the window in a frenzy of rage)_ Shall I?
SAVVA
Yes, it’s a good way of escaping the crown of thorns. Go ahead, shout. But look out, don’t knock Tony down.
LIPA _(turning back)_
I am sorry for you. You are beaten, and one doesn’t like to kick a man who is down. But remember, remember, Savva, there are thousands, thousands of them coming in, and each one is your death!
SAVVA _(smiling)_
The tramp of death.
LIPA
Remember that each one of these would consider himself happy in killing you, in crushing you like a reptile. Each one of these is your death. Why, they beat a simple thief to death, a horse thief. What would they not do to you! You who wanted to steal their God.
SAVVA
Quite true. That’s property too.
LIPA
You still have the brazenness to joke? Who gave you the right to do such a thing? Who gave you power over people? How dare you meddle with what to them is right? How dare you interfere with their life?
SAVVA
Who gave me the right? You gave it to me. Who gave me the power? You gave it to me. And I will cling to it with grim determination. Try to take it from me. You gave it to me–you with your malice, your ignorance, your stupidity! You with your wretched impotence! Right! Power! They have turned the earth into a sewer, an outrage, an abode of slaves. They worry each other, they torture each other, and they ask: “Who dares to take us by the throat?” I! Do you understand? I! _(Rises)_
LIPA
You are a mere man like everybody else.
SAVVA
I am the avenger! Behind me follow in pursuit all those whom you stifled and crushed. Ah, they have been pursuing their wicked trade in all quietness, thinking that no one would discover them–thinking that they would get away with it in the end. They have been lying, grovelling, and sneaking. They have been cringing and abusing themselves before their altars and their impotent God, saying: “There is nothing to be afraid of–we are among ourselves.” Then comes a man who says: “An accounting–I want an accounting! What have you done? Out with it. Give me an accounting. Go on now! Don’t try to cheat, for I know you. I demand an account for each and every single item. I will not condone a single drop of blood, I will not absolve you from a single tear.”
LIPA
But to destroy all. Think of it!
SAVVA
What could you do with them? What would _you_ do? Try to persuade the oxen to turn away from their bovine path? Catch each one by his horns and pull him away? Would you put on a frock-coat and read a lecture? Haven’t they had plenty to teach them? As if words and thoughts had any significance to them! Thought–pure, unhappy thought! They have perverted it. They have taught it to cheat and defraud. They have made it a saleable commodity to be bought at auction in the market. No, sister, life is short and I am not going to waste it in arguments with oxen. The way to deal with them is by fire. That’s what they require–fire! Let them remember long the day on which Savva Tropinin came to the earth!
LIPA
But what do you want? What do you want?
SAVVA
What do I want? To free the earth, to free mankind, to sweep the whole two-legged, chattering tribe out of existence. Man–the man of to-day–is wise. He has come to his senses. He is ripe for liberty. But the past eats away his soul like a canker. It imprisons him within the iron circle of things already accomplished, within the iron circle of facts. I want to demolish the facts–that’s what I want to do: demolish all facts! To sweep away all the accumulated rubbish–literature, art, God. They have perverted mankind. They have immortalized stupidity. I want to do away with everything behind man, so that there is nothing to see when he looks back. I want to take him by the scruff of his neck and turn his face toward the future.
LIPA
Look here, Savva. You are not immortal, and the two-legged animal has arms also.
SAVVA
Do you think I don’t know that every one of these stupid asses would be glad to kill me? But it won’t happen, it won’t happen. The time has come for my arrival, and I have arrived. Prepare yourselves. The time has come. You little insignificant thing there–you thought that by stealing one little possibility away from me you could rob me of all? Oh no–I am as rich as ever.
LIPA
I am your sister, but oh! how glad I am that you are not immortal.
SAVVA
I see that you are a thoroughgoing anarchist. They too think that all is done if one man is killed. But if they kill me, hang me, break me on the wheel, there will come another purer than I. Where there’s an itch, there is always somebody to scratch it! Yes, sister! If not I, then someone else, and _(clenching his fist)_ it will fare ill with your world.
LIPA
You are a terrible man. I thought you would be crushed by your failure, but you are like Satan. The fall has only made you blacker.
SAVVA
Yes, Lipa, only a sparrow can fly straight up from the ground. A large bird must descend to adjust and spread its wings for its upward flight.
LIPA
Aren’t you sorry for the children? Think of the number of children that will have to perish.
SAVVA
What children? Oh yes, Misha. _(Tenderly)_ Misha is a fine boy, that’s true. When he grows up, he will show you no mercy. Yes, the children–You are beginning to be afraid of them, and you have good reason for it. Never mind. It’s true that I love children. _(With pride)_ And they love me. But they don’t care for you.
LIPA
I don’t play jackstones with them.
SAVVA
How silly you are, sister. But I like to play with them.
LIPA
Then go ahead and play.
SAVVA
Well, I _will_ play.
LIPA
When you talk like that I have the feeling once more that it has all been a dream–all that we were saying just now. Is it really true that you want to kill me?
SAVVA
Yes, if it must be done. But perhaps it won’t be necessary.
LIPA
You are joking!
SAVVA
Every one of you will have it that I am joking. You keep constantly telling me so. You seem to have utterly lost the sense for what is serious.
LIPA
No, it’s not a dream. They are going.
SAVVA
Yes, they are going. _(Both listen)_
LIPA
You still seem to believe. What do you believe?
SAVVA
I believe in my destiny. _(The hour begins to strike in the belfry of the monastery)_ Twelve.
LIPA _(counting)_
Seven–eight–and to think that this is the hour when it should have happened–the very idea of it–_(A muffled report as of a powerful explosion is heard)_ What was that?
SAVVA
Yes, what was it?
_[Both rush to the window, waking Tony, who moves his head sleepily. The tread of the footsteps in the street stops momentarily. Then all begin to run. Frightened cries are heard, weeping, loud, abrupt ejaculations of “What’s the matter?” “Oh, Lord!” “Fire, fire!” “No, something has fallen down!” “Let’s run!” The word “monastery” is frequently heard._
TONY
They are running! Where are they running to? Why is nobody here?
PELAGUEYA _(entering the room, half dressed)_
Oh, Lord! Oh, heavens! Is it possible the monastery is on fire! Good gracious! Heavens! And you here, you drunken sot! You monster!
TONY
Oho! They are running? Faces, mugs, eh?
_[The bell begins to toll the alarm. Then the strokes follow each other in more rapid succession; hasty, disquieting, uneven, they blend with the noise of the street and seem to creep through the window._
PELAGUEYA _(crying)_
Good God, I don’t know where to turn.
_[She runs out. The cries in the street grow louder. Someone yells in one prolonged note “Oh-oh-oh!” until the sound is drowned in the general noise, excitement, and ringing._
LIPA _(moving away from the window, very pale, stupefied)_ What does it mean? It cannot be. It is impossible. Tony, Tony, get up. Tony, brother, what does it mean? Tony!
TONY _(reassuringly)_
It’s nothing. They are all faces.
SAVVA _(leaving the window, calm and stern, but also pale)_ Well, sister?
LIPA _(flinging herself about the room)_
I want to run with the rest. I’ll run. Where is my scarf? Where is my scarf? My God, My God! Where is my scarf?
SAVVA
Your scarf? There it is. But I won’t give it to you. Sit down; you have nothing to do there.
LIPA
Let me have it.
SAVVA
No, sit down, sit down. It’s too late now anyway.
LIPA
Too late?
SAVVA
Yes, too late. Don’t you hear the noise the crowd is making and the way they are running and pushing?
LIPA
I’ll run, I’ll run.
SAVVA
Keep still–sit down. _(Forces her to sit down)_ Tony, did you hear? They’ve exploded God.
TONY _(looking at Savva’s face in terror)_
Savva, don’t make me laugh. Turn your face away.
_[Savva smiles and walks around the room with buoyant step, without his usual stoop._
LIPA _(faintly)_
Savva.
SAVVA
What is it? Speak louder.
LIPA
Is it, really true?
SAVVA
It’s true.
LIPA
And doesn’t He really exist?
SAVVA
He does not.
_[Lipa begins to cry, at first low, then more and more loudly. The sound of the ringing bells and the noise of the crowd continue to swell. The rolling and clatter of wagons is also heard._
SAVVA
They are running. My, how they are running! _(Lipa says something, but her words are inaudible)_ Louder. I can’t hear you. My, how they are ringing.
LIPA _(aloud)_
Kill, me, Savva.
SAVVA
Why? You’ll die anyhow.
LIPA
I can’t wait. I’ll kill myself.
SAVVA
Go ahead, kill yourself, kill yourself quick!
_[Lipa cries, burying her head in the armchair Tony, his face distorted with fear, looks at Savva, holding both his hands in readiness at his mouth. Loud peals of the bell. The disquieting sound blends with the loud tone of Savva’s speech._
SAVVA _(shouting)_
Ah! They are ringing. Ring on! Ring on! Soon the whole earth will ring. I hear! I hear! I see your cities burning! I see the flames. I hear the crackling. I see the houses tumbling on your heads. There is no place to run to. No refuge! No refuge! Fire everywhere. The churches are burning. The factories are burning. The boilers are bursting. An end to all slavish toil!
TONY _(trembling with fear)_
Savva, shut up, or I am going to laugh.
SAVVA _(unheeding)_
The time has come! The time has come! Do you hear? The earth is casting you out. There is no place for you on earth. No! He is coming! I see him! He is coming, the free man! He is being born in the flames! He himself is fire and resolution! An end to the earth of slaves!
TONY
Savva, shut up!
SAVVA _(bending down to Tony)_
Be prepared! He is coming! Do you hear his tread? He is coming! He is coming!
CURTAIN
THE FOURTH ACT
_Near the monastery. A broad road crosses the stage obliquely. On the far side of the road is the river, beyond which opens a wide prospect of the surrounding country–meadows, woods, and villages, with the crosses of the churches burning in the sun. In the distance, at the right, where the mountain projects over a glistening bend of the river, is seen a part of the walls and the towers of the monastery. On the near side of the road is a hilly elevation covered with trampled grass. It is between five and six in the morning. The sun is out. The mist over the meadow is scattering slowly.
Now and then a pilgrim or group of pilgrims may be seen hurrying by on their way to the monastery. Wagons carrying cripples and other monstrosities pass along the road. The noise of thousands may be heard from the monastery. The crowd is evidently moved by some joyous emotion. No individual voices are heard, but it is as if one could feel the singing of the blind, the cries, and the quick, glad snatches of conversation. The general effect is that of an elemental force. The noise decreases at regular intervals, like a wave, and then the singing of the blind becomes distinctly audible.
Lipa and the Young Friar appear on the near side of the road: Lipa is sitting on the hillock, dressed as she was the night before, but her head is covered with a white scarf carelessly tied. She is exhausted with joy and almost dropping off to sleep. The Friar stands near her. On his face there is a troubled, vacant look. His movements are irresolute and aimless. He tries to smile, but his smile is twisted and pitiful. He is like a child who feels hurt without knowing the cause._
LIPA _(untying her scarf)_
Heavens, but this is splendid! I should like to die here. I can’t get enough of it. Oh, it’s splendid, it’s splendid!
FRIAR _(looking around)_
Yes, it is splendid. But I can’t stand it in there. I can’t. They push and jostle and press and jam. They crushed the life out of one woman, absolutely crushed her. She had a child with her. I couldn’t look at it. I–I’ll go to the woods.
LIPA
How splendid! Oh, Lord!
FRIAR _(looking dejectedly into the distance)_
I’ll go to the woods.
LIPA
And to think that only yesterday everything was just as usual. There was nothing of all this, no miracle, nothing. There was only Savva–I can’t believe it was yesterday. It seems to me a whole year has passed, a century. Oh, Lord!
FRIAR _(his face clouding)_
Why did he do it? Why?
LIPA
Can’t you guess, Vassya?
FRIAR _(waving his hand)_
I asked him to come to the woods with me. He should have come.
LIPA
Did he tell you anything?
FRIAR _(waving his hand)_
He should have come. Yes, he should have come.
LIPA
Ah, Vassya, Vassya, on account of your woods you missed one of the greatest events that ever happened–so great, in fact, that no man remembers the like of it. Ah, Vassya, how can you be speaking about anything else when right now, right here–right here–a miracle has happened. Do you understand? A miracle! The very mention of it fills one with awe. A miracle! Oh, God! Where were you, Vassya, when the explosion occurred? In the woods?
FRIAR
Yes, in the woods. I didn’t hear the explosion. I only heard the ringing of the alarm bell.
LIPA
Well?
FRIAR
Nothing. I ran back and found the gate open and everybody crying like mad. And the ikon–
LIPA
Well, well? Did you see?
FRIAR
Yes, it was in the same place as before. And all around–_(Growing animated)_ You know the iron grating over there–you know it, don’t you? It was twisted like a rope. It’s funny to look at. It looks like something soft. I touched it, and it wasn’t soft, of course. What power! It must have been something tremendous.
LIPA
Well, and what about the ikon–the ikon?
FRIAR
What about it? Nothing. It’s there in its place, and our people are praying to it.
LIPA
Oh, Lord! And the glass is whole too?
FRIAR
The glass is whole too.
LIPA
That’s what they told me, but I can’t believe it yet. Forgive me, O Lord! Well, what are they doing? They are overjoyed, I suppose.
FRIAR
Yes, they are overjoyed. They act as if they were drunk. You can’t make out what they are saying. A miracle, a miracle. Father Kirill keeps grunting like a pig “Oui, oui, oui.” They put cold compresses on his head. He is fat, and he may pass out any moment. No, I can’t stand it here. Come, let us go. I’ll take you home, Miss Olympiada.
LIPA
No, Vassya dear, I’ll go in there.
FRIAR
Don’t go, for heaven’s sake. They’ll crush you, as they did that woman. They are all like drunk. They are carrying on and shouting like mad, with their eyes wide open. Listen. Can’t you hear them?
LIPA
You are still a boy, Vassya. You don’t understand. Why, it’s a miracle. All their lives these people have been waiting for a miracle. Perhaps they had already begun to despair, and now–O Lord! It’s enough to make you mad with joy. Yesterday, when I heard the cry of “a miracle,” I thought: “No, it’s impossible. How could it happen?” But then I saw them crying, crossing themselves, and going down on their knees. And the ringing of the alarm bell stopped.
FRIAR
Oh, it was Afanassy who rang. He’s terribly strong, a regular giant.
LIPA
And the only thing heard was “A miracle, a miracle!” No one spoke, and yet one kept hearing “A miracle, a miracle,” as if the whole earth had become articulate. And even now, when I close my eyes, I hear “A miracle, a miracle!” _(She closes her eyes and listens with an ecstatic smile)_ How splendid!
FRIAR
I am sorry for Mr. Savva. Listen to the noise they are making.
LIPA
Oh, don’t talk about him. He’ll have to answer to God. Are they going to sing “Christ is arisen” instead of the usual hymn when they carry the ikon in the procession to-day? Vassya, do you hear? I am asking you a question.
FRIAR
Yes, they say that they are. Go home, Miss Olympiada, won’t you?
LIPA
You can go, if you like.
FRIAR
But how can I leave you alone? They’ll come tearing down here soon. For heaven’s sake, there is Mr. Savva!
_[Savva comes in hatless. His face is dark and stormy. There are lines under his eyes. He looks sideways with a steady stare. Frequently he glances around and seems to be listening to something. His gait is heavy, but quick. Noticing Lipa and the Friar, he turns and walks toward them. At his approach Lipa rises and turns away._
SAVVA
Have you seen Kondraty?
FRIAR
No, he is in the monastery.
_[Savva remains standing in silence. The noise in the monastery has subsided and the sad, pitiful singing of the blind is heard._
FRIAR
Mr. Savva.
SAVVA
Have you got a cigarette?
FRIAR
No, I don’t smoke. _(Plaintively)_ Come to the woods, Mr. Savva. _(Savva remains immovable and silent)_ They’ll kill you, Mr. Tropinin. Come to the woods–please come! _(Savva looks fixedly at him, then silently turns and walks away)_ Mr. Tropinin, on my word you had better come with me to the woods.
LIPA
Leave him alone. He is like Cain. He can’t find a place on the earth. Everybody is rejoicing, and he–
FRIAR
His face is black. I am sorry for him.
LIPA
He is black all through. You had better keep away from him, Vassya. You don’t know whom you are pitying. You are too young. I am his sister. I love him, but if he is killed, it will be a benefit to the whole world. You don’t know what he wanted to do. The very thought of it is terrible. He is a madman, Vassya, a fearful lunatic. Or else he is–I don’t know what.
FRIAR _(waving his hand)_
You needn’t tell me all that. I know. Of course I know. Don’t I see? But I am sorry for him all the same, and I am disgusted too. Why did he do it? Why? What stupid things people will do! Oh, my!
LIPA
I have only one hope–that he has understood at last. But if–
FRIAR
Well, what’s the “if”?
LIPA
Oh, nothing, but–When he came here, it was as if a cloud had passed across the sun.
FRIAR
There you go also! You should be happy–Why don’t you rejoice? Don’t be “iffing” and “butting.”
_[A crowd begins to collect gradually. Two wagons with cripples stop on the road. A paralytic has been sitting for some time under a tree, crying and blowing his nose and wiping it with his sleeve. A Man in Peasant Overcoat appears from the direction of the monastery._
MAN IN OVERCOAT _(officiously)_
We must get the cripples over to Him, to the ikon–we must get them over there. What’s the matter, women, are you asleep? Come on, move along. You’ll get your rest over there. What’s the matter with you, gran’pa? Why aren’t you moving along? You ought to be there with your legs. Go on, old man, go on.
PARALYTIC _(crying)_
I can’t walk.
MAN IN OVERCOAT _(fussily)_
Oh, that’s it? That’s what’s the matter with you, eh? Come, I’ll give you a lift. Get up.
PARALYTIC
I can’t.
PASSER-BY
Won’t his legs work? What you want to do is to put him on his feet, and then he’ll hop away by himself. Isn’t that right, old man?
MAN IN OVERCOAT
You take hold of him on that side, and I’ll take this one. Well, old man, get a move on you. You won’t have to suffer long now.
PASSER-BY
There he goes hop, hop. That’s right. Go it, go it, old man, and you won’t get left. _(He goes away)_
FRIAR _(smiling happily)_
They started him going all right. Clever, isn’t it? He is galloping away at a great rate too. Good-bye, old gran’pa.
LIPA _(crying)_
Lord! Lord!
FRIAR _(pained)_
What’s the matter? Don’t cry, for pity’s sake. What are you crying for? There is no cause for crying.
LIPA
No cause do you say, Vassya? I am crying for joy. Why aren’t you glad, Vassya? Don’t you believe in the miracle?
FRIAR
Yes, I do. But I can’t bear to see all this. They all behave like drunks, and shout and make a noise. You can’t understand what they are talking about. They crushed that woman. _(With pain and disgust)_ They squeezed the life out of her. Oh, Lord, I simply can’t! And the whole business. Father Kirill keeps grunting “Oui, oui, oui.” _(Laughs sadly)_ Why is he grunting?
LIPA _(sternly)_
You learned that from Savva.
FRIAR
No, I didn’t. Tell me, why is he grunting? _(Laughs sadly)_ Why?
_[Yegor Tropinin enters dressed in holiday attire, his beard and hair combed. He looks extremely solemn and stern._
YEGOR
Why are you here, eh? And in that kind of dress? You’re a fine sight.
LIPA
I had no time to get dressed.
YEGOR
But you found time to get here. What you have no business to do you have time for, but what you should do you have no time for. Go home and get dressed. It isn’t proper. Who has ever seen such a thing?
LIPA
Oh, papa!
YEGOR
There is nothing to “oh” about. It’s all right, papa is papa, but you see I am properly dressed. I dressed and then went out. That’s the right way to do. Yes. It’s a pleasure to look at myself sideways. I dressed as was proper, yes. On a day like this you ought to give a hand at the counter. Tony has disappeared, and Polya can’t do all the work herself. You needn’t be making such a face now.
MERCHANT _(passing by)_
Congratulate you on the miracle, Mr. Tropinin!
YEGOR
Thank you, brother, the same to you. Wait, I’ll go with you. You are a goose, Olympiada. You have always been a goose, and you have remained a goose to this day.
MERCHANT
You’ll have a fine trade now.
YEGOR
If it please the Lord! Why are you so late? Have you been sleeping? You keep sleeping, all of you, all the time. _(They go out)_
FRIAR
I scattered all the fireflies I caught on the road when I ran last night. And now the crowd has trampled them down. I wish I had left them in the woods. Listen to the way they are shouting. I wonder what’s the matter. They must have squeezed somebody to death again.
LIPA _(closing her eyes)_
When you talk, Vassya, your words seem to pass by me. I hear and I don’t hear. I think I should like to stay this way all my life without moving from the spot. I should like to remain forever with my eyes shut, listening to what is going on within me. Oh, Lord! What happiness! Do you understand, Vassya?
FRIAR
Yes, I understand.
LIPA
No. Do you understand what it is that has happened to-day? Why, it means that God has said–God Himself has said: “Wait and do not fear. You are miserable. Never mind, it’s nothing, it’s only temporary. You must wait. Nothing has to be destroyed. You must work and wait.” Oh, it will come, Vassya, it will come. I feel it now, I know it.
FRIAR
What will come?
LIPA
Life, Vassya, real life will come. Oh, mercy! I still feel like crying for joy. Don’t be afraid.
_[Speransky and Tony enter, the latter very gloomy, glancing sideways and sighing. In a queer way he sometimes recalls Savva his gait and look._
SPERANSKY
Good morning, Miss Olympiada. Good morning, Vassya. What an extraordinary event, if we are to believe what people say.
LIPA
Believe, Mr. Speransky, believe.
SPERANSKY
You judge in a very simple offhand manner. If, however, you take into consideration the fact that it is highly probable that nothing exists, that even we ourselves do not exist–
TONY
Keep quiet.
SPERANSKY
Why? There is no miracle for me, Miss Olympiada. If at this moment, for example, everything on this earth were suddenly to be suspended in the air, I shouldn’t regard it as a miracle.
LIPA
As what then? You’re a very peculiar man.
SPERANSKY
I should look on it simply as a change. It was first one thing and then it became another. If you wish, I’ll admit that for me the very fact that things are as they are is in itself a miracle. All are glad and rejoicing but I sit and think: “Time is blinking his eyes now, and there is a change. The old people are dead, and in their places appear the young. And they are apparently glad and rejoicing too.”
TONY
Where is Savva?
LIPA
Why do you want him?
SPERANSKY
He has been looking for Mr. Savva ever so long. We have looked everywhere, but have not been able to find him.
FRIAR
He was here awhile ago.
TONY
Where did he go?
FRIAR
To the monastery, I think.
TONY _(pulling Speransky)_
Come.
SPERANSKY
Good-bye, Miss Olympiada. How they are shouting over there! The time will come when they will all be silent. _(They go off)_
FRIAR _(disturbed)_
Why are they looking for Mr. Savva?
LIPA
I don’t know.
FRIAR
I don’t like that seminarist. Always nosing about where there are dead around. What does he want? He is a dreadfully disagreeable fellow. Never misses a funeral. He smells death miles away.
LIPA
He is an unhappy creature.
FRIAR
Unhappy? Why is he unhappy? Even the dogs in the village are afraid of him. You don’t believe it? It’s so, upon my word! They bark at him, and then slink away behind the gate.
LIPA
What does all this matter anyway, Vassya? It’s of no account, mere trifles. To-day they are going to sing: “Christ is arisen from the dead. Death has conquered death.” Do you understand? “Death has conquered death.”
FRIAR
I understand. I understand. But why does he say “All will become silent” and that sort of stuff? I don’t like it, I don’t like it. They have crushed a woman to death–perhaps others too. _(Shaking his head)_ I don’t like it. In the woods everything is so quiet and nice, and here–I’d prefer that no miracle had happened. I’d rather have things nice and pleasant. What’s the use of it? What’s the use of the miracle? There is no need of a miracle.
LIPA
What are you talking about, Vassya?
FRIAR
Savva Tropinin! The idea. It shouldn’t have been done. There was no need of it. He said he’d go with me to the woods and then–I liked him a lot, but now I am afraid of him. Why did he do it? Why? My, what a fearful crowd! More cripples coming, and more and more.
LIPA
What is the matter, Vassya? What are you so excited about?
FRIAR
Everything was so nice and fine. Oh, my! Why _don’t_ you go home, Miss Olympiada? Do go, please. You have seen all there is to be seen. It’s enough. What can you gain by staying here? Come, I’ll go with you. Oh, God, there comes Mr. Savva again!
LIPA
Where?
FRIAR
There he is. For heaven’s sake!
SAVVA _(enters and sits down)_
Has Kondraty been here?
FRIAR
No, Mr. Savva.
_[Pause. Again the piteous singing of the blind can be heard._
SAVVA
Got a cigarette, Vassya?
FRIAR
No, I haven’t. I don’t smoke.
LIPA _(harshly)_
What are you waiting for, Savva? Go away. You are not wanted here. Look at yourself. You are a terrible sight. Your face is black.
SAVVA
I didn’t sleep all last night. That’s why it’s black.
LIPA
What are you waiting for?
SAVVA
For an explanation.
LIPA
You don’t believe in the miracle?
SAVVA _(smiling)_
Vassya, do you believe in the miracle?
FRIAR
Yes, of course I do, Mr. Savva.
SAVVA
Wait. You’ll find out. What are they doing down there? They have already crushed three to death.
FRIAR Three?
SAVVA
And they’ll kill many more. And they all keep shouting: “A miracle, a miracle!” At last it has come. They have got what they have been waiting for at last.
LIPA
And it’s you, Savva, who gave them the miracle. It’s you who are to be thanked for it.
SAVVA _(gloomily)_
Well, Vassya, the monks are glad, aren’t they? Tell me, don’t be afraid.
FRIAR
They are very glad, Mr. Savva. They are crying.
SAVVA _(looking at him)_
_Crying?_ Why are they crying?
FRIAR
I don’t know. I suppose for joy. Father Kirill grunts like a pig “Oui, oui, oui.” They all act as if they were drunk.
SAVVA _(rising, agitated)_
As if they were drunk? What does that mean? Perhaps they really are drunk.
FRIAR
Oh no, Mr. Tropinin. It’s all on account of the miracle. They are mad with joy. Father Kirill keeps grunting “Oui, oui, oui.” He vows that if he remains alive he’ll swear off liquor and live as a hermit.
SAVVA _(eyeing him)_
Well?
FRIAR
That’s all.
SAVVA
What do they say?
FRIAR
They say they’ll do penance and stop sinning. They hug each other and behave as if they were drunk.
SAVVA _(walking up and down, stroking his forehead with his hand)_ Yes, hm. So that’s the way! Yes.
LIPA _(following him with her eyes)_
Go away from here, Savva. You are not wanted here.
SAVVA
What?
LIPA _(reluctantly)_
They may recognize you and then–Why don’t you put on a hat at least? You look like–
FRIAR
Yes, go–please go–dear Mr. Savva. Why, they–why, they might kill you!
SAVVA _(in a sudden outburst of anger)_
Leave me alone! No one will kill me. It’s bosh! _(Pause. Sits down)_ I wish I could get a drink of water or something. I am very thirsty. Isn’t there a pool or something of the kind around here?
FRIAR _(looking in terror at Savva)_
No, it’s all dried up.
SAVVA _(frowning)_
Sorry.
FRIAR
Oh, that woman there has a jug of water. _(Gleefully)_ I’ll go and ask her for it. _(Runs)_
LIPA
You ought not to have that water. Go away from here, Savva, go away. Look what gladness there is all around you. Everybody, everything rejoices. The earth is glad. The sun is glad. You are the only one who is not–you alone. I still can’t forget that you are my brother. Go. But wherever you go, bear with you the memory of this day always. Remember that the same fate awaits you everywhere. The earth will not surrender her God to you; the people will not surrender to you that whereby they live and breathe. Yesterday I still feared you. To-day I regard you with pity. You are pitiful, Savva! Go! Why are you laughing?
SAVVA _(smiling)_
Isn’t it a little premature, sister, for you to be delivering my funeral oration?
LIPA