Антон Чехов

The Greatest Russian Short Stories & Plays


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      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)