Leo Tolstoy Archive
Written: 1890
Source: Original Text from TheAnarchistLibrary.org
Transcription/Markup: Andy Carloff
Online Source: RevoltLib.com; 2021
In Moscow a year later. A drawing-room in the Sarýntsov’s town house is prepared for a dance. Footmen are arranging plants round the grand piano. Enter Mary Ivánovna in an elegant silk dress, with Alexándra Ivánovna.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. A ball? No, Only a dance! A “Juvenile Party” as they once used to say. My children took part in the Theatricals at the Mákofs, and have been asked to dances everywhere, so I must return the invitations.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. I am afraid Nicholas does not like it.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. I can’t help it. [To Footmen] Put it here! [To Alexándra Ivánovna] God knows how glad I should be not to cause him unpleasantness. But I think he has become much less exacting.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. No, no! Only he does not show it so much. I saw how upset he was when he went off to his own room after dinner.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. What can I do? After all, people must live. We have seven children, and if they find no amusement at home, heaven knows what they may be up to. Anyhow I am quite happy about Lyúba now.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Has he proposed, then?
MARY IVÁNOVNA. As good as proposed. He has spoken to her, and she has said, Yes!
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. That again will be a terrible blow to Nicholas.
399 MARY IVÁNOVNA. Oh, he knows. He can’t help knowing.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. He does not like him.
MARY IVÁNOVNA [to the Footmen] Put the fruit on the side-board. Like whom? Alexander Mikáylovich? Of course not; because he is a living negation of all Nicholas’s pet theories. A nice pleasant kindly man of the world. But oh! That terrible night-mare—that affair of Borís Cheremshánov’s. What has happened to him?
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Lisa has been to see him. He is still there. She says he has grown terribly thin, and the Doctors fear for his life or his reason.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. Yes, he is one of the terrible sacrifices caused by Nicholas’s ideas. Why need he have been ruined? I never wished it.
Enter Pianist.
MARY IVÁNOVNA [to Pianist] Have you come to play?
PIANIST. Yes, I am the pianist.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. Please take a seat and wait a little. Won’t you have a cup of tea?
PIANIST [goes to piano] No, thank you!
MARY IVÁNOVNA. I never wished it. I liked Bórya, but still he was not a suitable match for Lyúba—especially after he let himself be carried away by Nicholas Ivánovich’s ideas.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. But still, the strength of his convictions is astonishing. See what he endures! They tell him that as long as he persists in refusing to serve, he will either remain where he is or be sent to the fortress; but his reply is always the same. And yet Lisa says he is full of joy and even merry!
MARY IVÁNOVNA. Fanatic! But here comes Alexander Mikáylovich!
Enter Alexander Mikáylovich Starkóvsky,[35] an elegant man in evening dress.
400 STARKÓVSKY. I am afraid I have come too soon. [Kisses the hands of both ladies].
MARY IVÁNOVNA. So much the better.
STARKÓVSKY. And Lyúbov Nikoláyevna?[36] She proposed to dance a great deal so as to make up for the time she has lost, and I have undertaken to help her.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. She is sorting favors for the cotillion.
STARKÓVSKY. I will go and help her, if I may?
MARY IVÁNOVNA. Certainly.
As Starkóvsky is going out he meets Lyúba in evening, but not low-necked, dress carrying a cushion with stars and ribbons.
LYÚBA. Ah! here you are. Good! Now you can help me. There are three more cushions in the drawing-room. Go and fetch them all.
STARKÓVSKY. I fly to do so!
MARY IVÁNOVNA. Now, Lyúba; friends are coming, and they will be sure to hint and ask questions. May we announce it?
LYÚBA. No, Mama, no. Why? Let them ask! Papa will not like it.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. But he knows or guesses; and he will have to be told sooner or later. I think it would be better to announce it to-day. Why, C’est le secret de la comédie.[37]
LYÚBA. No, no, Mama, please don’t. It would spoil our whole evening. No, no, you must not.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. Well, as you please.
LYÚBA. All right then: after the dance, just before supper.
Enter Starkóvsky.
LYÚBA. Well, have you got them?
401 MARY IVÁNOVNA. I’ll go and have a look at the little ones. [Exit with Alexándra Ivánovna].
STARKÓVSKY [carrying three cushions, which he steadies with his chin, and dropping things on the way] Don’t trouble, Lyúbov Nikoláyevna, I’ll pick them up. Well, you have prepared a lot of favors. If only I can manage to lead the dance properly! Ványa, come along.
VÁNYA [bringing more favors] This is the whole lot. Lyúba, Alexander Mikáylovich and I have a bet on, which of us will win the most favors.
STARKÓVSKY. It will be easy for you, for you know everybody here, and will gain them easily, while I shall have to charm the young ladies first before winning anything. It means that I am giving you a start of forty points.
VÁNYA. But then you are a fiancé, and I am a boy.
STARKÓVSKY. Well no, I am not a fiancé yet, and I am worse than a boy.
LYÚBA. Ványa, please go to my room and fetch the gum and the pin-cushion from the what-not. Only for goodness’ sake don’t break anything.
VÁNYA. I’ll break everything! [Runs off].
STARKÓVSKY [takes Lyúba’s hand] Lyúba, may I? I am so happy. [Kisses her hand] The mazurka is mine, but that is not enough. One can’t say much in a mazurka, and I must speak. May I wire to my people that I have been accepted and am happy?
LYÚBA. Yes, to-night.
STARKÓVSKY. One word more: how will Nicholas Ivánovich take it? Have you told him? Yes?
LYÚBA. No, I haven’t; but I will. He will take it as he now takes everything that concerns the family. He will say, “Do as you think best.” But he will be grieved at heart.
STARKÓVSKY. Because I am not Cheremshánov? Because I am a Maréchal de la Noblesse?
402 LYÚBA. Yes. But I have struggled with myself and deceived myself for his sake; and it is not because I love him less that I am now doing not what he wants, but it is because I can’t lie. He himself says so. I do so want to live!
STARKÓVSKY. And life is the only truth! Well, and what of Cheremshánov?
LYÚBA [excitedly] Don’t speak of him to me! I wish to blame him, to blame him whilst he is suffering; and I know it is because I feel guilty towards him. All I know is that I feel there is a kind of love—and I think a more real love than I ever felt for him.
STARKÓVSKY. Lyúba, is that true?
LYÚBA. You wish me to say that I love you with that real love—but I won’t say it. I do love you with a different kind of love; but it is not the real thing either! Neither the one nor the other is the real thing—if only they could be mixed together!
STARKÓVSKY. No, no, I am satisfied with mine. [Kisses her hand] Lyúba!
LYÚBA [pushes him away] No, let us sort these things. They are beginning to arrive.
Enter Princess with Tónya and a little girl.
LYÚBA. Mama will be here in a moment.
PRINCESS. Are we the first?
STARKÓVSKY. Some one must be! I have suggested making a gutta-percha dummy to be the first arrival!
Enter Styópa, also Ványa carrying the gum and pin-cushion.
STYÓPA. I expected to see you at the Italian opera last night.
TÓNYA. We were at my Aunt’s, sewing for the charity-bazaar.
Enter Students, Ladies, Mary Ivánovna and a Countess.
COUNTESS. Shan’t we see Nicholas Ivánovich?
MARY IVÁNOVNA. No, he never leaves his study to come to our gathering.
403 STARKÓVSKY. Quadrille, please! [Claps his hands. The dancers take their places and dance].
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA [approaches Mary Ivánovna] He is terribly agitated. He has been to see Borís, and he came back and saw there was a ball, and now he wants to go away! I went up to his door and overheard him talking to Alexander Petróvich.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. Well?
STARKÓVSKY. Rond des dames. Les cavaliers en avant![38]
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. He has made up his mind that it is impossible for him to live so, and he is going away.
MARY IVÁNOVNA. What a torment the man is! [Exit].
Curtain.