The Caucasian chalk circle by Brecht Bertolt 1898-1956;Bentley Eric 1916- & Bentley Eric 1916-

Author:Brecht, Bertolt, 1898-1956;Bentley, Eric, 1916- & Bentley, Eric, 1916-
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New York : Grove Press
Published: 1966-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

78 / Bertolt Brecht

grusha: Yes.

peasant: But your soldier won't come back. Don't you believe it.

grusha: No.

peasant: You're cheating me. You're my wife and you're not my wife. Where you lie, nothing lies, and yet no other woman can lie there. When I go to work in the morning I'm tired—when I he down at night I'm awake as the devil. God has given you sex—and what d'you do? I don't have ten piasters to buy myself a woman in the city. Besides, it's a long way. Woman weeds the fields and opens up her legs, that's what our calendar says. D'you hear?

GRUSHA (quietly) : Yes. I didn't mean to cheat you out of it.

PEASANT: She didn't mean to cheat me out of it! Pour some more water! (The mother-in-law pours.) Ow!

singer:

As she sat by the stream to wash the linen

She saw his image in the water

And his face grew dimmer with the passing moons.

As she raised herself to wring the linen

She heard his voice from the murmuring maple

And his voice grew fainter with the passing moons.

Evasions and sighs grew more numerous,

Tears and sweat flowed.

With the passing moons the child grew up.

GRUSHA sits by a stream, dipping linen into the water. In the rear, a few children are standing.

GRUSHA (to MICHAEL): You Can play with them, Michael, but don't let them boss you around just because you're

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