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Abram accordion actor afraid alyoschka anna anna'j bed August Strindberg baron beat believe bench brother bubnoff cards crawl cries dead dear devil take door drink drunk enters L. U. E. everything fellow five copecs FIVE MODERN PLAYS fool give goes to anna'j gone grandfather hand head heard heart Hm—yes howling husband ITALIAN AMERICANS killed kitchen kleshtsch kostilioff krivoi zoba kvaschnya land of justice laughs aloud Listen live look luka enters luka laughs luka softly MAXIM GORKI medviedeff nastiah natasha Nyah Orgism Oscar Wilde pepel pepel'j room pilgrim pity police prince prison pritsche rubles sahtin laughs samovar Siberia silent sing sister sits soon soul speak stand staring stove strike tartar tell thief thing three copecs true truth uncle W. B. Yeats wait Waska Wassili wassilissa What's whistles wife woman
Page 36 - I've got to go too ... ah, the service! Why should people be pulled apart when they brawl? They finally quit fighting of their own accord . . . when they are tired of thumping each other . . . the best thing to do is to let them get their bellies full of fighting . . . then they don't row so often . . . they aren't in shape to.
Page 13 - I've heard at least a thousand times. Actor. As it says in Hamlet, "Words, words, words." A magnificent piece, "Hamlet" — I've played the grave digger. Kleshtsch. [Entering R. from the kitchen.] Will you begin to play the broom? Actor. That's very little to you. [Strikes his breast with his fist.] "The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons. Be all my sins remembered!
Page 12 - My organism is poisoned with alcohol. [Sits introspectively on the bunk before the stove.] SAHTIN. Orgism. Organism [derisively] . ANNA. [To KLESHTSCH.] Andrew Mitritch. KLESHTSCH. What is the matter now? ANNA.' Kvaschnya left some custard for me. Go eat it. KLESHTSCH. [Crosses to her.] Won't you eat? ANNA. I won't. Why should I eat? You — work. You must eat. KLESHTSCH. Are you afraid? Do not despair. Perhaps you'll be better again. ANNA. Go, eat. My heart is grieved ; the end is near. KLESHTSCH....
Page 20 - That would be nice. You, my guests, would soon guzzle up the whole place, and me in the bargain. ... I am much too open-handed for you. [Sits on the bunk, U.] Yes, old devil! Waked me up out of my best sleep. ... I was having a beautiful dream. I dreamed that I was fishing, and suddenly I caught a big trout. A trout, I tell you . . . only in dreams are there such great trout. ... I pulled and...
Page 64 - They only speak out of envy . . . because they have nothing to tell about themselves . . . NASTIAH. [Sits down again.] I don't want to ... I won't tell anything more ... if they don't like to believe it ... and laugh about it. [Suddenly brightens up. Is silent a few seconds, closes her eyes again and begins in a loud and rapid voice, keeping time with her hand, while in the distance ringing music is heard.] And I answered him: Joy of my life!
Page 41 - I'd just like to see you after you've put a couple of dozen away. . . . LUKA. Surely I wouldn't look better than I do sober. . . . ACTOR. Come, old fellow ... I will declaim for you a pair of pretty couplets. . . . LUKA. Couplets? What are they? ACTOR. Verses, don't you understand. . . . LUKA. Verses, for me ... poems? What do I want them for? ACTOR. Ah, they are so comical . . . yet sometimes so sad. . . . SAHTIN. Are you coming, couplet singer?
Page 96 - Pause.] BARON. [Thoughtfully.] For the genius. . . . Hm, yes . . . that brings to mind my own family ... an old family . . . back to Catherine's time ... of the nobility . . . knights ... we came from France . . . and entered the Russian service ... dignities accumulated on us. ... Under Nicholas I., my grandfather, Gustav Deville ... held a high post . . . he was rich. . . . Had hundreds of serfs . . . horses ... a cook. ... NASTIAH. Don't be lying . . . it's all a fake. . . . BARON. [Springing...
Page 74 - She stands with one hand on the balustrade and the other on the door post and laughs.] Natasha. So ... you love me with all your heart, and my sister. . . . Pepel. [Embarrassed.] What do I care for her? Her kind is nothing. . . . Luka. It does not matter, my daughter. One eats turnips when he has no bread. . . . Pepel. [Gloomily.] Have pity on me. It is no easy life that I lead — -friendless; pursued like a wolf. ... I sink like a man in a swamp . . . whatever I clutch is slimy and rotten . . ....
Page 62 - It is evening, the setting sun throws a red light against the fire-wall. Spring has just begun and the snow is scarcely melted. The black twigs of the elder-tree have not begun to swell. On the beam, side by side, sit NATASHA and NASTIAH. On the pile of boards LUKA and the BARON. KLESHTSCH lies on a heap of wood near the right wall.
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