stole the whole piece. Take care. You’re only a Sergeant. Don’t graft higher than your rank. Off with you.
Scene V
Enter the Police Captain.
| Governor |
Hello, Stepan Ilyich, where the dickens have you been keeping yourself? What do you mean by acting that way? |
| Captain |
Why, I was just outside the gate. |
| Governor |
Well, listen, Stepan Ilyich. An official has come from St. Petersburg. What have you done about it? |
| Captain |
What you told me to. I sent Sergeant Pugovichyn with policemen to clean the street. |
| Governor |
Where is Derzhimorda? |
| Captain |
He has gone off on the fire engine. |
| Governor |
And Prokhorov is drunk? |
| Captain |
Yes. |
| Governor |
How could you allow him to get drunk? |
| Captain |
God knows. Yesterday there was a fight outside the town. He went to restore order and was brought back drunk. |
| Governor |
Well, then, this is what you are to do.—Sergeant Pugovichyn—he is tall. So he is to stand on duty on the bridge for appearance’ sake. Then the old fence near the bootmaker’s must be pulled down at once and a post stuck up with a whisp of straw so as to look like grading. The more debris there is the more it will show the governor’s activity.—Good God, though, I forgot that about forty cartloads of rubbish have been dumped against that fence. What a vile, filthy town this is! A monument, or even only a fence, is erected, and instantly they bring a lot of dirt together, from the devil knows where, and dump it there. Heaves a sigh. And if the functionary that has come here asks any of the officials whether they are satisfied, they are to say, “Perfectly satisfied, your Honor;” and if anybody is not satisfied, I’ll give him something to be dissatisfied about afterwards.—Ah, I’m a sinner, a terrible sinner. Takes the hatbox, instead of his hat. Heaven only grant that I may soon get this matter over and done with; then I’ll donate a candle such as has never been offered before. I’ll levy a hundred pounds of wax from every damned merchant. Oh my, oh my! Come, let’s go, Piotr Ivanovich. Tries to put the hatbox on his head instead of his hat. |
| Captain |
Anton Antonovich, that’s the hatbox, not your hat. |
| Governor |
Throwing the box down. If it’s the hatbox, it’s the hatbox, the deuce take it!—And if he asks why the church at the hospital for which the money was appropriated five years ago has not been built, don’t let them forget to say that the building was begun but was destroyed by fire. I sent in a report about it, you know. Some blamed fool might forget and let out that the building was never even begun. And tell Derzhimorda not to be so free with his fists. Guilty or innocent, he makes them all see stars in the cause of public order.—Come on, come on, Dobchinsky. Goes out and returns. And don’t let the soldiers appear on the streets with nothing on. That rotten garrison wear their coats directly over their undershirts. |
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All go out. |
Scene VI
Anna Andreyevna and Marya Antonovna rush in on the stage.
| Anna |
Where are they? Where are they? Oh, my God! Opening the door. Husband! Antosha! Anton! Hurriedly, to Marya. It’s all your fault. Dawdling! Dawdling!—“I want a pin—I want a scarf.” Runs to the window and calls. Anton, where are you going? Where are you going? What! He has come? The Inspector? He has a moustache? What kind of a moustache? |
| Governor |
From without. Wait, dear. Later. |
| Anna |
Wait? I don’t want to wait. The idea, wait! I only want one word. Is he a colonel or what? Eh? Disgusted. There, he’s gone! You’ll pay for it! It’s all your fault—you, with your “Mamma, dear, wait a moment, I’ll just pin my scarf. I’ll come directly.” Yes, directly! Now we have missed the news. It’s all your confounded coquettishness. You heard the Postmaster was here and so you must prink and prim yourself in front of the mirror—look on this side and that side and all around. You imagine he’s smitten with you. But I can tell you he makes a face at you the moment you turn your back. |
| Marya |
It can’t be helped, mamma. We’ll know everything in a couple of hours anyway. |
| Anna |
In a couple of hours! Thank you! A nice answer. Why don’t you say, in a month. We’ll know still more in a month. She leans out of the window. Here, Avdotya! I say! Have you heard whether anybody has come, Avdotya?—No, you goose, you didn’t—He waved his hands? Well, what of it? Let him wave his hands. But you should have asked him anyhow. You couldn’t find out, of course, with your head full of nonsense and lovers. Eh, what? They left in a hurry? Well, you should have run after the carriage. Off with you, off with you at once, do you hear? Run and ask everybody where they are. Be sure and find out who the newcomer is and what he is like, do you hear? Peep through a crack and find everything out—what sort of eyes he has, whether they are black or blue, and be back here instantly, this minute, do you hear? Quick, quick, quick! |
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She keeps on calling and they both stand at the window until the curtain drops. |
Act II
A small room in the inn, bed, table, travelling bag, empty bottle, boots, clothes brush, etc.
Scene I
| Osip |
Lying on his master’s bed. The devil take it! I’m so hungry. There’s a racket in my belly, as if a whole regiment were blowing trumpets. We’ll never reach home. I’d like to know what we are going to do. Two months already since we left St. Pete. He’s gone through all his cash, the precious buck, so now he sticks here with his tail between his legs and takes it easy. |
