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SAVVA _(coldly)_
Nor mine either.
LIPA
Oh, Savva, if you only knew the terrible life people lead here. The men drink, and beat their wives, and the women--
SAVVA
I know.
LIPA
You say it so calmly. I have been waiting very much to have a talk with you.
SAVVA
Go ahead.
LIPA
You'll soon be leaving us, I suppose.
SAVVA
Yes.
LIPA
Then I won't have any chance to talk to you. You are scarcely ever at home. This is the first time, pretty nearly. It seems so strange that you should enjoy playing with the children, you a grown man, big as a bear.
SAVVA _(merrily)_
No, Lipa, they play very well. Misha is very good at the game, and I have a hard time holding up my end of it. I lost him three pairs yesterday.
LIPA
Why, he is only ten years old.--
SAVVA
Well, what of it? The children are the only human beings here. They are the wisest part of the--
LIPA _(with a smile)_
And I? How about me?
SAVVA _(looking at her)_
You? Why, you are like the rest.
_[A pause. Being offended, Lipa's languor disappears to some extent._
LIPA
Maybe I bore you.
SAVVA
No, you make no difference to me one way or another. I am never bored.
LIPA _(with a constrained smile)_
Thank you, I am glad of that at least. Were you in the monastery to-day? You go there often, don't you?
SAVVA
Yes, I was there. Why?
LIPA
I suppose you don't remember--I love our monastery. It is so beautiful. At times it looks so pensive. I like it because it's so old. Its age gives it a solemnity, a stern serenity and detachment.
SAVVA
Do you read many books?
LIPA _(blus.h.i.+ng)_
I used to read a lot. You know I spent four winters in Moscow with Aunt Glasha. Why do you ask?
SAVVA
Never mind. Go on.
LIPA
Does what I say sound ridiculous?
SAVVA
No, go on.
LIPA
The monastery is really a remarkable place. There are nice spots there which no one ever visits, somewhere between the mute walls, where there is nothing but gra.s.s and fallen stones and a lot of old, old litter. I love to linger there, especially at twilight, or on hot sunny days like to-day. I close my eyes, and I seem to look far, far into the distant past--at those who built it and those who first prayed in it. There they walk along the path carrying bricks and singing something, so softly, so far away. _(Closing her eyes)_ So softly, so softly.
SAVVA
