The Witching Hour and Other Plays by Nina Sadur

Author:Nina Sadur
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Academic Studies Press
Published: 2018-11-12T00:00:00+00:00

EPILOGUE

A mountain trail.

M.M., Bela, Kazbich, Pechorin.

Later, below, the spa society.

M.M. Eh, Grigory Aleksandrovich, I knew you’d be back.

PECHORIN Why is that? However, I must admit, it’s as thrilling now as it was then. Are we on the same trail?

M.M. No, a different one. I’m taking you to see a splendid view, my brother! Such luminosity! Would you believe it, even I, seasoned old man that I am, fall to my knees every time I see it.

PECHORIN What is it, Maksim Maksimych?

M.M. In these parts, a caprice of nature creates a light on Elbrus when the sun battles the snow and the two meet in competition with the entire sky! Eh, I don’t know how to describe it, I’m sorry!

PECHORIN On the contrary, your description is very picturesque. Are we going to get there on time?

M.M. Judging by the signs, we are. We can stop pushing the horses. See—there they are!

PECHORIN What?

M.M. The Caucasus, I’m saying.

PECHORIN Very pretty.

M.M. I kept waiting and thinking we were going to see each other again, Grigory Aleksandrovich.

PECHORIN Why so certain?

M.M. What do you mean? After all, you and I are old friends. That’s something that can’t be wiped out. Yes, brother, wherever Pechorin goes, Maksim Maksimych goes too.

PECHORIN I’m touched, dear Maksim Maksimych. I, too, remember you warmly. What’s this?

Up ahead, a glittering tent appears in sight.

M.M. We’ve gotten lost. This isn’t the way. Mercy on us, Grigory Aleksandrovich. This is where the savages live, let’s just forget about it!

PECHORIN (enters the tent) Hello, my lovely!

BELA (over his shoulder) Hello, Maksim Maksimych!

M.M. Eh, Bela, my child, hello, my dove!

BELA Have you brought an infidel with you?

M.M. A guest, an old companion.

PECHORIN Pechorin.

BELA Pechorin.

M.M. We must have gotten lost. Sorry, my girl. Grigory Aleksandrovich, she is a complete child, and I—would you believe it—I don’t even have children of my own.

PECHORIN What wild, ineffable beauty.

M.M. We should be on our way; otherwise we’re going to miss the light over Elbrus.

PECHORIN Peri.6 Are you a peri?

BELA (lighting a hookah) Try it, Infidel. Pechorin.

M.M. Don’t trust her, brother Pechorin. Bela is a kind girl, but this is the Caucasus.

Pechorin takes a puff on the hookah.

I don’t smoke such stuff. Bring me a piece of melon and a juicy fig, my girl. Eh, this man always gets into trouble, and in such a restive spot!

BELA (showing a toy horse) See what I have. I was sad, so Maksim Maksimych carved me a little horse out of wood, as if I were a baby still.

M.M. Don’t embarrass me, Bela! You always were a mischiefmaker.

PECHORIN Let me see that…. (Studies the toy.) This is Karagyoz, the spitting image!

M.M., whatever happened to that beggar— Kazbich, wasn’t it?

M.M. He vanished.

PECHORIN Poor thing.

M.M. Ever since Karagyoz perished, sir, he’s vanished.

PECHORIN How did you know that Karagyoz perished?

M.M. I don’t know how I knew. But this is the Caucasus, sir.

PECHORIN You’re right; Karagyoz didn’t make it in our lowlands and broke his leg. I had to shoot him. Dammit, I really regret it, Maksim Maksimych.

M.M. You didn’t intend harm, did you, Grigory Aleksandrovich? You simply craved beauty.

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