Redemption and two other plays Part 76

FAT LADY. For goodness' sake, don't interrupt! I should also like to ask something. May I?

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. Yes, if you like.

FAT LADY. I should like to ask about my digestion. May I? I want to know what to take: aconite or belladonna?

[Silence, whispers among the young people; suddenly VASiLY LEONiDITCH begins to cry like a baby: "ou-a, ou-a!" (Laughter.) Holding their mouths and noses, the girls and PETRiSTCHEF run away bursting with laughter.

FAT LADY. Ah, that must be the monk who's been born again!

LEONiD FYoDORITCH (beside himself with anger, whispers). One gets nothing but tomfoolery from you! If you don't know how to behave decently, go away!

[Exit VASiLY LEONiDITCH. Darkness and silence.

FAT LADY. Oh, what a pity! Now one can't ask any more! He is born!

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. Not at all. It is only Vovo's nonsense. But he is here. Ask him.

PROFESSOR. That often happens. These jokes and ridicule are quite usual occurrences. I expect he is still here. But we may ask. Leonid Fyodoritch, will you?

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. No, you, if you please. This has upset me. So unpleasant! Such want of tact!...

PROFESSOR. Very well.... Nicholas, are you here?

[TaNYA raps twice and rings. SIMON roars, spreads his arms out, seizes SAHaTOF and the PROFESSOR--squeezing them.

PROFESSOR. What an unexpected phenomenon! The medium himself reacted upon! This never happened before! Leonid Fyodoritch, will you watch?

It is difficult for me to do so. He squeezes me so! Mind you observe GROSSMAN! This needs the very greatest attention!

[TaNYA throws the PEASANTS' paper on the table.

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. Something has fallen upon the table.

PROFESSOR. See what it is!

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. Paper! A folded paper!

[TaNYA throws a travelling inkstand on the table.

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. An inkstand!

[TaNYA throws a pen.

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. A pen!

[SIMON roars and squeezes.

PROFESSOR (crushed). Wait a bit, wait: a totally new manifestation!

The action proceeding not from the mediumistic energy produced, but from the medium himself! However, open the inkstand, and put the pen on the table, and he will write!

[TaNYA goes behind LEONiD FYoDORITCH and strikes him on the head with the guitar.

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. He has struck me on the head! (Examining table.) The pen is not writing yet and the paper remains folded.

PROFESSOR. See what the paper is, and quickly; evidently the dual influence--his and Grossman's--has produced a perturbation!

LEONiD FYoDORITCH (goes out and returns at once). Extraordinary! This paper is an agreement with some peasants that I refused to sign this morning and returned to the peasants. Probably he wants me to sign it?

PROFESSOR. Of course! Of course! But ask him.

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. Nicholas, do you wish....

[TaNYA knocks twice.

PROFESSOR. Do you hear? It is quite evident!

[LEONiD FYoDORITCH takes the paper and pen and goes out. TaNYA knocks, plays on the guitar and the accordion, and then creeps under the sofa. LEONiD FYoDORITCH returns. SIMON stretches himself and coughs.

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. He is waking up. We can light the candles.

PROFESSOR (hurriedly). Doctor, Doctor, please, his pulse and temperature! You will see that a rise of both will be apparent.

LEONiD FYoDORITCH (lights the candles). Well, what do you gentlemen who were sceptical think of it now?

DOCTOR (goes up to SIMON and places thermometer). Now then my lad.

Well, have you had a nap? There, put that in there, and give me your hand.

[Looks at his watch.

SAHaTOF (shrugging his shoulders). I must admit that all that has occurred cannot have been done by the medium. But the thread?... I should like the thread explained.

LEONiD FYoDORITCH. A thread! A thread! We have been witnessing manifestations more important than a thread.

SAHaTOF. I don't know. At all events, je reserve mon opinion.

FAT LADY (to SAHaTOF). Oh, no, how can you say: "je reserve mon opinion"? And the infant with the little wings? Didn't you see? At first I thought it was only an illusion, but afterwards it became clearer and clearer, like a live....

SAHaTOF. I can only speak of what I have seen. I did not see that-- nothing of the kind.

FAT LADY. You don't mean to say so? Why, it was quite plainly visible!

And to the left there was a monk clothed in black bending over it....

SAHaTOF (moves away. Aside). What exaggeration!

FAT LADY (addressing the DOCTOR). You must have seen it! It rose up from your side.

[DOCTOR goes on counting the pulse without heeding her.

FAT LADY (to GROSSMAN). And that light, the light around it, especially around its little face! And the expression so mild and tender, something so heavenly!