The Live Corpse: A Play in six acts

ISBN-13: 9781542653213 / Angielski / Miękka / 2017 / 122 str.

Leo Tolstoy; Louise &. Aylmer Maude; G-Ph Ballin

Opis

Extract: Scene 1 A dirty room in a low-class restaurant. A table, at which people sit drinking tea and vodka. In the foreground a small table, at which sits Fedya, tattered, and much come down in the world. With him is Petushkov, a gentle, mild man with long hair, of clerical appearance. Both are slightly drunk. PETUSHKOV. I understand, I understand. That is true love Yes? Go on. FEDYA. Well, you know, if a woman of our class showed such feeling and sacrificed everything for the man she loved.... But she was a gipsy, brought up to money-hunting, and yet she had this self-sacrificing love Gave everything, and wanted nothing herself The contrast was so wonderful PETUSHKOV. Yes, in art we call it "value." You can only get quite bright red by putting green round it. But that's not to the point. I understand, quite understand. FEDYA. Yes, and I believe the one good action of my life is that I never took advantage of her love. And do you know why? PETUSHKOV. Pity. FEDYA. Oh no I never felt pity for her. What I felt for her was always rapturous admiration-and when she sang Ah, how she sang-and perhaps still sings I always regarded her as far above me. I did not ruin her, simply because I loved her; loved her truly. And now she's a good, happy memory Drinks]. PETUSHKOV. Yes, I understand, I understand. It's ideal. FEDYA. I'll tell you something. I have had my passions, and once I was in love with a lady-very handsome-and I loved her nastily, like a dog. She gave me a rendezvous. And I did not go, because I thought it was treating the husband shabbily. And it is strange that, even now, when I remember it I want to feel pleased and to approve of myself for having acted honourably, but I always repent as if I had committed a sin But in the case of Masha, on the contrary, I am always pleased-pleased that I did not pollute that feeling of mine.... I may fall lower still, sell all I have on me, be covered with lice and sores-but this jewel ... no, not jewel, but ray of sunshine, is still with me and in me. PETUSHKOV. I understand, I understand And where is she now?.......