Plays eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 309 pages of information about Plays.

Plays eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 309 pages of information about Plays.

ANNA IVANOVNA lets them all pass through the door, except LYUBOV
GORDEYEVNA; she shuts the door and does not allow her to pass.

SCENE X

MITYA and LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA. [At the door] Stop, don’t be silly! [Through the door the girls are heard laughing] They won’t let me out!  Oh, what girls! [Walks away from the door] They’re always up to something.

MITYA. [Hands her a chair] Be seated, Lyubov Gordeyevna, and talk to me for just a moment.  I’m very glad to see you in my room.

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA.  Why are you glad?  I don’t understand.

MITYA.  Oh, why!—­It is very pleasant for me to see on your side such consideration; it is above my deserts to receive it from you.  This is the second time I have had the good fortune—­

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA.  There’s nothing in that!  I came here, sat awhile, and went away again.  That means nothing.  Maybe I’ll go away again at once.

MITYA.  Oh, no!  Don’t go!—­Why should you! [Takes the paper out of his pocket] Permit me to present to you my work, the best I can do—­from my heart.

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA.  What is this?

MITYA.  I made these verses just for you.

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA. [Trying to hide her joy] Still, it may be just some sort of foolishness—­not worth reading.

MITYA.  That I cannot judge, because I wrote it myself, and without studying besides.

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA.  Read it.

MITYA.  Directly.

Seats himself at the table, and takes the paper:  LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA approaches very near to him.

    “In the meadow no grasses wither,
    And never a flower doth fade;
    However a fair lad fadeth
    That once was a lusty blade.

    He loved a handsome damsel;
    For that his grief is great,
    And heavy his misfortune,
    For she came of high estate.

    The lad’s heart is breaking,
    But vain his grief must be,
    Because he loved a damsel
    Above his own degree.

    When all the night is darkened
    The sun may not appear;
    And so the pretty maiden. 
    She may not be his dear.”

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA. [Sitting and reflecting for some time] Give it here. [Takes the paper and hides it, then rises] Now I will write something for you.

MITYA.  You!

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA.  Only I don’t know how to do it in verse, but—­just plain
Russian.

MITYA.  I shall regard such a kindness from you as a great happiness to myself. [Gives her paper and pen] Here they are.

LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA.  It’s a great pity that I write so abominably. [She writes; MITYA tries to look] Only don’t you look, or I’ll stop writing and tear it up.

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