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(translated by Constance Garnett)
Savil Prokofievitch DIKOY, a merchant, and personage of importance in the town;
BORIS Grigorievitch, his nephew, a young man of good education;
MADAME. Marfa Ignatievna KABANOVA, a rich merchant’s widow;
Tihon Ivanitch KABANOV, her son;
KATERINA, his wife;
VARVARA, sister of Tihon;
KULIGIN, a man of artisan class, a self-taught watchmaker, engaged in trying to discover the secret of perpetual motion;
Vania KUDRIASH, a young man, clerk to Dikoy;
SHAPKIN, an artisan;
FEKLUSHA, a pilgrim woman;
GLASHA, a maid servant in the Kabanovs’ house;
AN OLD LADY of seventy, half mad, with TWO FOOTMEN;
TOWNSPEOPLE of both sexes.
The action takes place in the town of Kalinov, on the banks of the Volga, in summertime. There is an interval of ten days between the 3rd and 4th acts. All the characters except Boris are dressed in old Russian national dress.
A public garden on the steep bank of the Volga; beyond the Volga, a view of the country. On the stage two benches and a few bushes. KULIGIN (sitting on a bench, looking towards the river); KUDRIASH and SHAPKIN (walking up and down).
KULIGIN (singing): “Amidst the level dales, upon a sloping hillside,”… (ceases singing) Wonderful, one really must say it's wonderful! Kudriash! Do you know, I've looked upon the Volga every day these fifty years and I can never get tired of looking upon it.
KUDRIASH: How's that?
KULIGIN: It's a marvelous view! Lovely! It sets my heart rejoicing.
KUDRIASH: It's not bad.
KULIGIN: It's exquisite! And you say “not bad”! You are tired of it, or you don't feel the beauty there is in nature.
KUDRIASH: Come, there's no use talking to you! You're a genuine antique, we all know, a chemical genius.
KULIGIN: Mechanical, a self-taught mechanician.
KUDRIASH: It's all one.
Silence.
KULIGIN (pointing away): Look, Kudriash, who's that waving his arms about over there?
KUDRIASH: There? Oh, that's Dikoy pitching into his nephew.
KULIGIN: A queer place to do it!
KUDRIASH: All places are alike to him. He's not afraid of any one! Boris Grigoritch is in his clutches now, so he is always bullying him.
SHAPKIN: Yes, you wouldn't find another bully like our worthy Saviol Prokofitch in a hurry! He pulls a man up for nothing at all.
KUDRIASH: He is a stiff customer.
SHAPKIN: Old Dame Kabanova's a good hand at that too!
KUDRIASH: Yes, but she at least does it all under pretence of morality; he's like a wild beast broken loose!
SHAPKIN: There's no one to bring him to his senses, so he rages about as he likes!
KUDRIASH: There are too few lads of my stamp or we'd have broken him of it.
SHAPKIN: Why, what would you have done?
KUDRIASH: We'd have given him a good scare.
SHAPKIN: How'd you do that?
KUDRIASH: Why, four or five of us would have had a few words with him, face to face, in some back street, and he'd soon have been as soft as silk. And he'd never have let on to a soul about the lesson we'd given him; he'd just have walked off and taken care to look behind him.
SHAPKIN: I see he'd some reason for wanting to get you sent for a soldier.
KUDRIASH: He wanted to, right enough, but he didn't do it. No, he won't get rid of me; he's an inkling that I'd make him pay too dear for it. You're afraid of him, but I know how to talk to him.
SHAPKIN: Oh, I daresay!
KUDRIASH: What do you mean by that? I am reckoned a tough one to deal with. Why do you suppose he keeps me on? Because he can't do without me, to be sure. Well, then, I've no need to be afraid of him; let him be afraid of me.
SHAPKIN: Why, doesn't he swear at you?
KUDRIASH: Swear at me! Of course; he can't breathe without that. But I don't give way to him: if he says one word, I say ten; he curses and goes off. No, I'm not going to lick the dust for him.
KULIGIN: What, follow his example! You'd do better to bear it in patience.
KUDRIASH: Come, I say, if you're so wise, teach him good manners first and then we'll learn! It's a pity his daughters are all children, there's not one grown-up girl among them.
SHAPKIN: What if there were?
KUDRIASH: I should treat him as he deserves if there were. I'm a devil of a fellow among the girls!
Dikoy and Boris advance. Kuligin takes off his hat.
SHAPKIN (to Kudriash): Let us move off; he'll pick a quarrel with us, very likely.
They move off a little.
The same, DIKOY and BORIS.
DIKOY: Did you come here to loaf about in idleness? eh? Lazy good for nothing fellow, confound you!
BORIS: It’s a holiday; what could I be doing at home?
DIKOY: You'd find work to do if you wanted to. I've said it once, and I've said it twice, “don't dare to let me come across you”; you're incorrigible! Isn't there room enough for you? Go where one will, there you are! Damn you! Why do you stand there like a post? Do you hear what's said to you?
BORIS: I'm listening, – what more am I to do?
DIKOY (looking at Boris): Get away with you! I won't talk to a Jesuit like you. (Going) To come forcing himself on me here!
Spits and exit.
KULIGIN, BORIS, KUDRIASH, and SHAPKIN.
KULIGIN: What have you to do with him, sir? We can't make it out. What can induce you to live with him and put up with his abuse?
BORIS: A poor inducement, Kuligin! I'm not free.
KULIGIN: But how are you not free, allow me to ask you. If you can tell us, sir, do.
BORIS: Why not? You knew our grandmother, Anfisa Mihalovna?
KULIGIN: To be sure I did!
KUDRIASH: I should think we did!
BORIS: She quarrelled with my father you know because he married into a noble family. It was owing to that that my father and mother lived in Moscow. My mother used to tell me that she could hardly endure life for three days together with my father's relations, it all seemed so rough and coarse to her.
KULIGIN: Well it might! you have to be used to it from the first, sir, to be able to bear it.
BORIS: Our parents brought us up well in Moscow, they spared no expense. They sent me to the Commercial Academy, and my sister to a boarding school, but they both died suddenly of cholera. We were left orphans, my sister and I. Then we heard that our grandmother was dead here, and had left a will that our uncle was to pay us a fair share of her fortune, when we came of age, only upon one condition.
KULIGIN: And what was that, sir?
BORIS: If we showed a proper respect for his authority.
KULIGIN: Then there's no doubt, sir, you'll never see your fortune.
BORIS: No, but that's not all, Kuligin! First he finds fault with us to his heart's content, and ends none the less with giving us nothing, or some tiny dole. And then he'll go making out that it's a great favour, and that he ought not to have done even that.
KUDRIASH: That's just the way the merchants go on among us. Besides, if you were ever so respectful to him, who's to hinder him from saying you're disrespectful?
BORIS: To be sure. And indeed he sometimes will say: I've children of my own, why should I give money away to outsiders? Am I to wrong my own like that?
KULIGIN: It's plain, sir, you're not in luck's way.
BORIS: If it were only me, I wouldn't care! I'd throw it all up and go away. But I'm sorry for my sister. He did write for her to come too, but mother's relations wouldn't let her, they wrote she wasn't well. It frightens me to think what the life here would be for her.
KUDRIASH: Of course. The master's no decent manners at all.
KULIGIN: In what capacity do you live with him, sir; what arrangement has he made with you?
BORIS: Why, none whatever; “you live with me,” he says, “and do what you're told, and your pay shall be what I give you,” that's to say, in a year's time he'll settle up with me as he thinks fit.
KUDRIASH: That's just his way. Not one of us dare as much as hint at a salary, or he storms till he's black in the face. “How do you know,” he'll say, “what I have in my mind to do? Do you suppose you can see into my heart? Maybe, I shall be so disposed as to give you five thousand.” It's no use talking to him! Only you may be pretty sure he's never been disposed that way in his life.
KULIGIN: It's a hard case, sir! You must try and get the right side of him somehow.
BORIS: But the point is, Kuligin, that it's impossible. Why, even his own children can never do anything to please him; so it's hardly likely I could!
KUDRIASH: Who could please him, when his whole life's spent in bullying people? Especially where money's at stake; no accounts are ever settled without storms of abuse. Often people are glad to go short of their due, if only he'll let them off quietly. Woe to us if anyone vexes him in the morning! He falls foul of everyone all day long.
BORIS: Every morning my aunt entreats us with tears in her eyes: “Don't anger him, friends! Dear boys, don't anger him!”
KUDRIASH: But you can never avoid it! If he goes to the bazaar, it's all up! He scolds all the peasants. Even if they ask him less than cost price they never get off without abuse. And then he's upset for the whole day.
SHAPKIN: He's a bully – there's no other word for him.
KUDRIASH: A bully? I should think he is!
BORIS: And what's fatal is if some man offends him, whom he daren't be rude to. Then all his household have to look out for themselves!
KUDRIASH: Bless my soul! That was a joke though. Didn't that hussar let him have it on the Volga, at the ferry! Oh, a lovely shindy he kicked up afterwards, too.
BORIS: Ah, and didn't his family suffer for it! Why, for a fortnight after we were all hiding away in the attics and cupboards.
KULIGIN: Surely that's not the folk coming back from vespers?
Several persons pass in the background.
KUDRIASH: Come on, Shapkin, let's get a drink! It's no good stopping here.
They bow and exeunt.
BORIS: Oh, Kuligin, it's awfully hard here for me who've not been used to it. Everyone seems to look with unfriendly eyes at me, as though I were not wanted here, as though I were in their way. I don't understand the ways here. I know this is truly Russia, my own country, but still I can't get used to it.
KULIGIN: And you never will get used to it, sir.
BORIS: Why?
KULIGIN: They're a coarse lot, sir, in our town, a coarse lot! Among the working people, sir, you'll find nothing but brutality and squalid poverty. And we've no chance, sir, of ever finding our way out of it. For by honest labour we can never earn more than a crust of bread. And everyone with money, sir, tries all he can to get a poor man under his thumb, so as to make more money again out of his working for nothing. Do you know the answer your uncle, Saviol Prokofitch, made to the provost? The peasants were always coming to the provost with complaints that your uncle never paid one of them fairly according to agreement. The provost said to him at last: “Look here,” says he, “Saviol Prokofitch, you must pay the peasants what's fairly owing to them! Every day they come to me with some complaint!” Your uncle slapped the provost on the shoulder, and says he: “It's not worth while, your Worship, for you and me to waste our breath over such petty details! I have to do with numbers of peasants in the course of the year; you can understand, if I pay them a paltry farthing short, every man of them, it mounts up to thousands, and a capital thing too for me!” Think of that, sir! And the way they treat one another too, sir! They injure each other's trade all they can, and that not so much from self-interest, as from envy. They are always at feud with one another. They entertain in their grand mansions drunken attorneys' clerks, wretched creatures, sir, that hardly look like human beings. And they, for a small tip, will cover sheets of stamped paper with malicious quibbling attacks on their neighbours. And then there's a lawsuit commences between them, sir, and no end to the worry and fret. They bring it before the court here, and go off to the chief town, and there everyone in court is on the look-out for them and they clap their hands with glee when they see them. Words do not take long, but deeds are not soon done. They are dragged from court to court, they are worn out with delays; but they are positively delighted at that; it's just that they want. “I've lost a lot of money,” one will say, “but it's cost him a pretty penny too!” I did try to put it all into verse…
BORIS: Why, do you make verse?
KULIGIN: Yes, sir, in the old-fashioned style. I have read Lomonosov and Derzhavin. Lomonosov was a deep thinker, an investigator of nature…. And he was one of us plain working folk too.
BORIS: You should write. That would be interesting.
KULIGIN: How could I, sir! They'd tear me to pieces, they'd skin me alive. Even as it is, sir, I have had to pay for my chattering; but I can't help it, I love to speak my mind freely. I meant to say something about their family life, sir, but we'll talk of that some other time. There's plenty to tell about that too.
Enter FEKLUSHA and another WOMAN.
FEKLUSHA: De-lightful, my clear, de-lightful! Divinely beautiful! But what's the use of talking! You live in the Promised Land, simply! And the merchant gentry are all a devout people, and famed for many a virtue! liberality and much almsgiving! I am well content, my good soul, full to the brim of content! For their liberality to us will their abundance be greatly increased, especially in the house of Kabanova.
Exeunt.
BORIS: Kabanova?
KULIGIN: A fanatical hypocrite, sir. She gives to the poor, but her own household she worries to death. (Silence). All I want, sir, is to find out the secret of perpetual motion!
BORIS: Why, what would you do?
KULIGIN: How can you ask, sir! Why, the English offer millions for it. I should use all the money for public purposes, – we want to provide work for the working people. Here they have hands to work, and no work to do.
BORIS: And you hope to discover perpetual motion?
KULIGIN: Not a doubt, I shall, sir! I have only to scrape up enough money for models. Good-bye, sir!
Exit.
BORIS (alone): I haven't the heart to disillusion him! What a good fellow! He dreams and is happy. But I, it seems, must waste my youth in this wretched hole. I was utterly crushed before, and now this madness creeping into my mind! So suitable! Me give myself up to tender sentiments! Trampled upon, broken-spirited, and as if that's not enough, in my idiocy I must needs fall in love! And of all people in the world! With a woman, whom I may never have the luck to speak a word to. (Silence). But for all that, I can't get her out of my head, try as I will. Here she is! Coming with her husband, oh! and the mother-in-law with them! Ah, what a fool I am! I must snatch a look at her round the corner, and then home again.
Exit. From the opposite side, enter MME. KABANOVA, KABANOV, KATERINA and VARVARA.
MME. KABANOVA, KABANOV, KATERINA and VARVARA.
MME. KABANOVA: If you care to listen to your mother, you'll do as I have told you, directly you get there.
KABANOV: How could I possibly disobey you, mother!
MME. KABANOVA: Young folks show little respect to their elders, nowadays.
VARVARA (to herself): Not respect you, my dear? That’s likely!
KABANOV: I think, mamma, I never depart a hairsbreadth from your will.
MME. KABANOVA: I might believe you, my son, if I hadn't seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears how little reverence parents receive nowadays from children! They might at least remember all the sufferings a mother has to put up with for her children.
KABANOV: Mamma, I…
MME. KABANOVA: If the mother that bore you does at times say a word that wounds your pride surely you might put up with it! Hey, what do you think?
KABANOV: But, mamma, when have I not put up with anything from you?
MME. KABANOVA: The mother's old, and foolish, to be sure; you young people must not be too exacting with us old fools.
KABANOV (sighs, aside): Oh, merciful Heavens! (To his mother) We should never dare think such a thing for a moment, mamma!
MME. KABANOVA: It's out of love that parents are severe with you, out of love they scold even – they're always thinking how to train you in the right way. To be sure, that's not in favour nowadays. And children go about among folks proclaiming that their mother's a scold, that their mother won't let them stir, that she's the plague of their life. And if – Lord save us – some word of hers doesn't please her daughter-in-law, then it's the talk all over the place, that the mother-in-law worries her to death.
KABANOV: You don't mean that anyone talks about you, mamma?
MME. KABANOVA: I haven't heard so, my son, I haven't; I don't want to tell a lie about it. If I had, indeed, I shouldn't be talking to you like this, my dear. (Sighs) Ah, sin is a heavy burden! Sin is never far off! Something said goes to the heart, and there, one sins, one gets angry. No, my son, say what you like about me, there's no forbidding anyone to talk; if they don't dare before one's face, they'll do it behind one's back.
KABANOV: May my tongue wither up and…
MME. KABANOVA: Hush, hush, don't swear! It's a sin! I've seen plain enough for a long time past that your wife's dearer to you than your mother. Ever since you were married, I don't see the same love for me that I did in you.
KABANOV: In what way do you see me changed, mamma?
MME. KABANOVA: In everything, my son! When a mother doesn't see a thing with her eyes, her heart's so sensitive she can feel it with her heart. Or maybe it's your wife sets you against me, I can't say.
KABANOV: Oh no, mamma! how can you say so, really?
KATERINA: I look upon you as I would on my own mother, and indeed Tihon loves you too.
MME. KABANOVA: You might hold your tongue, I should think, till you're asked a question. You've no need to defend him, young madam, I'm not going to hurt him, no fear! He's my son too, let me tell you; don't you forget it! What do you want to fire up and display your feelings before folks for! That we may see you love your husband? We know that, we know that, you show off before everyone.
VARVARA (to herself): A nice place she's pitched on to read us a sermon!
KATERINA: You have no need to say that of me, mamma. I am just the same before people, as I am by myself. I make no show of anything.
MME. KABANOVA: And I'd no intention of speaking about you at all, but it happened to come up.
KATERINA: Even so, why need you attack me?
MME. KABANOVA: My, what a stuck-up thing she is! Here she's in a huff directly!
KATERINA: No one likes to put up with unjust blame.
MME. KABANOVA: I know, I know my words are not to your liking, but that can't be helped. I'm not a stranger to you, it makes my heart grieve to see you. I've seen for a long time past that you want your own way. Well, well, you've only to wait a bit, you'll have it all your own way when I'm dead and gone. Then to be sure you can do as you please, there'll be no elders then to look after you. And, maybe, you will think of me then.
KABANOV: But we pray God night and day for you, mamma, that God may grant you health, and every blessing and success in all you do.
MME. KABANOVA: Come, give over, please. I daresay you did love your mother, while you were a bachelor. But you've no thoughts for me now you've a young wife.
KABANOV: The one doesn't hinder the other. A wife is something different, but for my mother I have a reverence quite apart.
MME. KABANOVA: Then would you give up your wife rather than your mother? No, that I'll never believe.
KABANOV: But why should I give up either? I love both.
MME. KABANOVA: Oh, I daresay, I daresay, you may talk away! I see plain enough that I'm a hindrance to you.
KABANOV: You must think as you please, it's for you to decide in everything. Only I can't comprehend why I was ever born into the world so unlucky as not to be able to please you anyhow.
MME. KABANOVA: What do you mean by whimpering like a sick child! A pretty husband, upon my word! You should just see yourself! Do you suppose your wife will fear you after that?
KABANOV: Why should she fear me? I'm content, if she loves me.
MME. KABANOVA: Why should she fear you! Why should she fear you! What do you mean? Why, you must be crazy! If she doesn't fear you, she's not likely to fear me. A pretty state of confusion there would be in the house! Why, you're living with her in lawful wedlock, aren't you? Or does the law count for nothing to your thinking? If you do harbour such fools' notions in your brain, you shouldn't talk so before her anyway, nor before your sister, that's a girl still. She'll have to be married too; and if she catches up your silly talk it's her husband will thank us afterwards for the lessons we've taught her. You see how little sense you've got, and yet you want to be independent and live as you like.
KABANOV: But indeed, mamma, I don't want to be independent. How ever could I be independent!
MME. KABANOVA: So, to your thinking then, kindness is all that's needed with a wife? Mustn't even scold her then, or threaten her?
KABANOV: But, indeed, mamma….
MME. KABANOVA (hotly): Wait till she sets up a lover… Hey! But I daresay that's no consequence either, to your thinking? Hey? Come, speak?
KABANOV: But, mercy on us, mamma….
MME. KABANOVA (perfectly coolly): Fool! (Sighs) What's the use of talking to a fool! It's simply a sin! (Silence) I'm going home.
KABANOV: We'll come directly too; we'll only take one or two more turns on the parade.
MME. KABANOVA: Very well; do as you like, only mind you don't keep me waiting! You know I don't like that.
KABANOV: Oh no, mamma! God forbid!
MME. KABANOVA: Mind you don't then!
Goes.
The same, except MME. KABANOVA.
KABANOV: There, you see how I always catch it from mamma on your account! A nice sort of life I lead!
KATERINA: Is it my fault?
KABANOV: I don't know whose fault it is.
VARVARA: Is it likely you would know?
KABANOV: She used to keep on at me, “You must get a wife, you must get a wife, I'm longing to see you a married man.” And now she worries my life out, and gives me no peace – all on your account.
VARVARA: Well, it's not her fault! Mother attacks her, and you too. And then you say you love your wife. It makes me sick to look at you. (Turns away).
KABANOV: Talk away! What am I to do?
VARVARA: Mind your own business – hold your tongue, if you can't do anything better. Why do you stand there shilly – shallying? I can see by your face what's in your mind.
KABANOV: Why, what?
VARVARA: What? – Why, that you want to go in and have a drink with Saviol Prokofitch. Eh, isn't that it?
KABANOV: You've hit it, old girl.
KATERINA: Come back quickly, Tihon dear, or mamma will be scolding again.
VARVARA: Yes, indeed, you must look sharp, or you'll know what to expect.
KABANOV: I should think I do!
VARVARA: We've no great desire to get into a row for your sake either.
KABANOV: I'll fly. Wait for me!
Goes.
KATERINA and VARVARA.
KATERINA: So you are sorry for me, Varia?
VARVARA (looking away): Of course, I am.
KATERINA: Then you love me, don't you? (Kisses her warmly).
VARVARA: Love you? Of course.
KATERINA: Thank you! you are so sweet, I love you dearly. (Silence) Do you know what I'm thinking?
VARVARA: What?
KATERINA: What a pity people can't fly!
VARVARA: I don't know what you mean.
KATERINA: What a pity people can't fly like birds. Do you know I sometimes fancy I'm a bird. When one stands on a high hill, one feels a longing to fly. One would take a little run, throw up one's arms, and fly away! Couldn't we try it now? (Makes as though she would run).
VARVARA: What will you make up next?
KATERINA (sighs): How I used to love play and frolic! But in your house I'm growing old and spiritless.
VARVARA: Do you suppose I don't see it?
KATERINA: How different I used to be! I lived without a care in my heart, as free as a bird. Mother adored me, dressed me up like a doll, and never forced me to work; I could do just as I liked. Do you know how I passed my days as a girl? I'll tell you. I used to get up early; if it was summer I used to go to the spring, and bathe, and bring back water with me, and water all the flowers in the house, every one of them. Then mother and I used to go to church, and all the pilgrim women – our house was simply full of pilgrims and holy women. We used to come back from church, and sit down to some work, often embroidery in gold on velvet, while the pilgrim women would tell us where they had been, what they had seen, and the different ways of living in the world, or else they would sing songs. And so the time would pass till dinner. Then the older women lay down for a nap, while I would run about in the garden. Then evensong, and in the evening, stories and singing again. Ah, those were happy days!
VARVARA: But it's pretty much the same with us, if you come to that.
KATERINA: Yes, but here one feels somehow in a cage. And how passionately I loved being in church! It was like stepping into Paradise, and I saw no one and had no thought of time and did not hear when the service was over. It was just as if it were all in one second. Mother used to say that often everyone looked at me and wondered what had come over me! And you know, on a sunny day, such a column of light streamed down from the golden cupola, and a sort of mist moving in the light, like smoke, and at times I seemed to see angels flying and singing in that bright light. And sometimes, dear girl, I would get up at night – we had lamps always burning all over our house, – and fall down in some corner and pray till morning. Or I would go out into the garden early in the morning, when the sun was just rising, fall on my knees and pray and weep, and not know myself what I prayed and wept for; and so they would find me sometimes. And what I was praying for then, what I besought God for – I couldn't say. I wanted nothing, I had enough of everything. And what dreams I used to have, dear Varia, what lovely dreams! Golden temples or gardens of some wonderful sort, and voices of unseen spirits singing, and the sweet scent of cypress and mountains and trees, not such as we always see, but as they are painted in the holy pictures. And sometimes I seemed to be flying, simply flying in the air. I dream sometimes now, but not often, and never dreams like those.
VARVARA: Why, what then?
KATERINA (after a pause): I shall die soon.
VARVARA: What nonsense!
KATERINA: No, I know I shall die. Oh, dear girl, something not good is happening with me, something strange. It has never been like this with me before. There is something in me so incomprehensible. As though I were beginning to live again, or… I don't know what.
VARVARA: What is the matter with you?
KATERINA (taking her hand): I'll tell you, Varia; some dreadful sin is coming upon me! I have such a terror in my heart, such terror! As though I am standing on the edge of a precipice and someone is pushing me in, and I have nothing to cling to.
Clutches her head in her hand.
VARVARA: What's wrong with you? You can't be well.
KATERINA: Yes, I am well… It would be better if I were ill, it's worse as it is. A dream keeps creeping into my mind, and I cannot get away from it. I try to think – I can't collect my thoughts, I try to pray – but I can't get free by prayer. My lips murmur the words but my heart is far away; as though the evil one were whispering in my ear, and always of such wicked things. And such thoughts rise up within me, that I'm ashamed of myself. What is wrong with me? There's some trouble, something before me! At night I do not sleep, Varia, a sort of murmur haunts me; someone seems speaking so tenderly to me, as it were cooing to me like a dove. And now I never dream, Varia, those old dreams, of trees and mountains in Paradise; but it's as though someone were clasping me passionately – so passionately and leading me, and I follow him, I follow.
VARVARA: Well?
KATERINA: But what things I am saying to you, a young girl like you.
VARVARA (looking about her): You can tell me! I'm worse than you.
KATERINA: Oh what am I to tell you? I'm ashamed.
VARVARA: You've no need! Tell away.
KATERINA: I am stifling, stifling at home, I should like to run away. And the fancy comes to me that if I were my own mistress, I would float down the Volga now, in a boat, to the singing of songs, or I would drive right away clasped close…
VARVARA: But not with your husband.
KATERINA: How do you know that?
VARVARA: As if I didn't know!
KATERINA: Ah, Varia, there is sin in my heart! Alas, how often I have wept, I have done everything I can think of! I can't get free from this sin. I can't escape. Varia, it is wicked, it is a fearful sin – I love someone else!
VARVARA: I'm not likely to be hard upon you! I've sins enough of my own.
KATERINA: What am I to do? I'm at the end of my strength, where can I find help. I'm so wretched, I shall do something dreadful.
VARVARA: Mercy on us! what is coming to you! Come, wait a bit, brother's going away to-morrow, we'll think of something; maybe, you'll be able to see each other.
KATERINA: No, no, that must not be! What are you saying! God forbid!
VARVARA: Why are you frightened?
KATERINA: If I were once to see and speak with him, I should run away from home, I would not go back home for anything in the world.
VARVARA: Oh well, wait a little, and then we shall see.
KATERINA: No, no, don't talk to me, I don't want to hear!
VARVARA: Why wear yourself out for nothing? You may die of grieving, do you suppose they'll be sorry for you? Come, wait a bit. Why, what's the good of making yourself miserable?
Enter the OLD LADY with a stick and TWO FOOTMEN in three-cornered hats behind her.
The same and the OLD LADY.
OLD LADY: Hey, my pretty charmers? What are you doing here? Waiting for young fellows, waiting for your beaus? Are your hearts merry? Merry are they? Are you pleased and proud of your beauty? That's where beauty leads to. (Points to the Volga) Yes, yes, to the bottomless pit! (Varvara smiles). What, laughing? Let not your heart rejoice! (Knocks with her stick) You will burn all of you in a fire unquenchable. You will boil in the lake of flaming pitch. (Going) That is whither beauty leads you!
Goes.
KATERINA and VARVARA.
KATERINA: Ah, how she frightened me! I'm trembling all over, as if she were foretelling something for me.
VARVARA: Her curse fall on her own head, the old witch!
KATERINA: What was it she said, eh? what did she say?
VARVARA: It was all rubbish. It's silly to listen to her raving. She foretells evil like that to everyone. She was a sinner all her life from her youth up. You should hear the stories they tell about her. So now she's afraid of death. And she must try and frighten others with what she dreads herself. Why even the little street boys hide away from her; she shakes her stick at them and growls (mimicking) “you'll all burn in fire unquenchable!”
KATERINA (shrinking): Ah, ah, stop! I can't bear it!
VARVARA: There's nothing to be frightened of! An old fool…
KATERINA: I am afraid, terribly afraid! I seem to see her all the while before us. Silence.
VARVARA (looking round): I say, brother doesn't come, and yonder there's a storm coming up.
KATERINA (in terror): A storm! Let us run home! Make haste!
VARVARA: Why, are you crazy? How can you show yourself at home without my brother?
KATERINA: No, let us go home! Never mind him!
VARVARA: But why are you so awfully frightened? The storm's a long way off yet.
KATERINA: If it's so far off, we'll wait then a little, if you like; but really it would be better to go. Yes, we'd better go home.
VARVARA: But if anything were to happen, you know, you'd be no safer at home.
KATERINA: No, but still, it's better there, it's quieter; at home one can turn to the holy pictures and pray to God!
VARVARA: I didn't know you were so afraid of a thunderstorm. I'm not afraid, you see.
KATERINA: Don't talk of not being afraid! Everyone must be afraid. What is dreadful is not it's killing you, but that death may overtake you all of a sudden, just as you are, with all your sins, with all your erring thoughts. I have no fear of death, but when I think that I shall be brought all at once before the face of God just as I am here, with you, after this talk, – that's what is awful! What I had in my heart! What wickedness! fearful to think of! (Thunder). Ah!
Enter Kabanov.
VARVARA: Here comes my brother. (To Kabanov) Hurry up!
Thunder.
KATERINA: Ah! Make haste! Make haste!
A room in the house of the Kabanovs.
GLASHA (packing up clothes in a bundle).
Enter FEKLUSHA.
FEKLUSHA: Dear girl, always at work! What are you doing, my dear?
GLASHA: I'm getting the master's things ready for his journey.
FEKLUSHA: Is he going away then – the light of our eyes?
GLASHA: Yes.
FEKLUSHA: Is he going to be away long, my dear?
GLASHA: No, not long.
FEKLUSHA: Well, God speed him on his way! And say, will the young mistress do a wail for his going or not?
GLASHA: That I can't say, really.
FEKLUSHA: But she does wail at times, I suppose?
GLASHA: Never heard of her doing it.
FEKLUSHA: Well now, my dear, if there's one thing I love, it's to hear a wail well done! (Silence). And mind you keep a sharp look out, my girl, on the beggar woman below, that she don't lay her hands on anything.
GLASHA: Who's to tell the rights and wrongs of it with you begging pilgrims, you all speak ill of one another. Why can't you live and let live? I should have thought you wandering women get plenty in our house all of you, and yet you must always be quarrelling and nagging at each other. Aren't you afraid of such sin?
FEKLUSHA: One can't be without sin, my good girl; we live in the world. I'll tell you what, my dear; you, simple folk, are tempted of one devil, but we pilgrim folk are beset, one with six, another with twelve devils; and here we have to struggle against all at once. It's a hard fight, my dear, a hard fight!
GLASHA: Why is it you have such a lot?
FEKLUSHA: Ah, my good girl, that comes of the hatred the evil one has for us, because we lead a life of such holiness. But I can't say, my dear, that I'm one to gossip; that's not a sin of mine. One failing I have, truly; I know myself what it is. I love dainty eating. Well, well, the Lord in His mercy provides according to my weakness.
GLASHA: And have you travelled far in your wanderings, Feklusha?
FEKLUSHA: No, my dear, owing to my weakness, I've never gone far away; but many a thing I've heard. They do say, my dear, there are countries where there are no Tsars of the true faith, but Sultans rule the lands. In one land there is the Sultan Mahnoot the Turk on the throne – and in another the Sultan Mahnoot the Persian. And they rule, my good girl, over all men, and whatever they decree it's always unrighteous. And they cannot, my dear, judge righteously in any one thing, such is the ban laid upon them. We have a just law, but they, my dear, an unjust law. Everything that is one way in our land is the very opposite in theirs. And all the judges with them, in their countries, are unjust too, so that, do you know, my girl, they even write in their petitions: “judge me, unjust judge!” And there is a country too where all the men have the heads of dogs.
GLASHA: How do they come to have dogs' heads?
FEKLUSHA: For their infidelity. I am going off on my rounds among the merchant gentry, my dear, to see if there won't be some alms for poverty. Good-bye for the present!
GLASHA: Good-bye! (Exit Feklusha). Only fancy that there are lands like that! There's no end to the marvels in the world. And here we sit at home and know nothing. A good thing it is to be sure, that there are pious folk; from time to time one hears what is being done in the light of day; if it weren't for them, we should live and die in our foolishness.
Enter Katerina and Varvara.
KATERINA and VARVARA.
VARVARA (to Glasha): Carry the bundles down to the chaise, the horses are at the door. (To Katerina) You were married off young, and you never had any fun when you were a girl; and so your heart is restless still.
Glasha goes out.
KATERINA: And it always will be.
VARVARA: Why?
KATERINA: I have been like that from my birth up, full of fire! I was only six years old, when do you know what I did? They offended me somehow at home, – it was in the evening and quite dark – I ran away to the Volga, and got into a boat, and pushed it off from the bank. They found me next morning, ten miles down the river.
VARVARA: Really! And were there any men in love with you, as a girl?
KATERINA: Of course there were!
VARVARA: Well? And didn't you care for anyone?
KATERINA: No, I only laughed at them.
VARVARA: And you know, Katia, you don't love Tihon.
KATERINA: Oh, yes, I do! I'm dreadfully sorry for him.
VARVARA: Oh, no, you don't. If you're sorry for him you don't love him. And indeed you've no great reason to, I must own. And it's no good your being so close with me! I noticed a long while ago, that you were fond of some one.
KATERINA (with dismay): How did you notice it?
VARVARA: How absurd you are! I'm not a baby! Well, I'll tell you the first sign I knew by; directly you see him, your whole face is transformed. (Katerina drops her eyes.) And that's not all…
KATERINA (still looking down): Well, whom then?
VARVARA: Why, you know, what's the use of telling his name?
KATERINA: No, tell it! Tell his name!
VARVARA: Boris Grigoritch.
KATERINA: Yes, yes, Varia! Only mind, Varia, for pity's sake…
VARVARA: What nonsense! You'd better mind, and not betray yourself in any way.
KATERINA: I can't deceive, I don't know how to conceal anything.
VARVARA: But there's no doing without deceit; think where you're living! Our whole house rests on it! I wasn't fond of lying either, but I learnt the trick, when I had to. I was out walking yesterday, and so I saw him and had a few minutes talk with him.
KATERINA (after a short silence, looking down): Well?
VARVARA: He sent greetings to you. He was sorry, he said, that he never meets you.
KATERINA (her head still more bent down): As if we could meet! And what would be the use…
VARVARA: He is so sad and unhappy…
KATERINA: Don't speak to me of him, for goodness' sake, don't speak of him! I don't want to know him even. I will love my husband: Tisha, my dear one, no one shall ever take your place! I did not want to think of him, you tempt me.
VARVARA: All right, don't think of him; no one compels you to.
KATERINA: You have no mercy on me! You say: don't think of him, and you mention him yourself! Do you suppose I want to think of him; but what can I do, when I can't get him out of my mind? Whatever I try to think, he seems always standing before my eyes. And I try to be different, and I can't. Do you know, last night, the evil one tempted me again. I was almost walking straight out of the house.
VARVARA: You are such a fantastical creature, God bless you! What I think is: one should do what one likes, only be sure it's kept dark!
KATERINA: I don't like that. What good can come of it! I had much better bear it as long as I can bear it.
VARVARA: And when you can't bear it, what will you do?
KATERINA: What shall I do?
VARVARA: Yes, what will you do?
KATERINA: Whatever I long to do, I will do.
VARVARA: Just try; why they'd torment you to death.
KATERINA: What do I care! I should go away, and that would be the end of it.
VARVARA: Where would you go? You are a married woman.
KATERINA: Ah, Varia, you don't know me! I pray, of course, it may never come to that! But if I am too miserable here, they would not keep me by any force on earth. I should throw myself out of the window, I should drown myself in the Volga. If I will not to live here, then I would not, they might cut me to pieces! (Silence).
VARVARA: Do you know what, Katia! When Tihon's gone, let's sleep in the garden, in the summerhouse.
KATERINA: Oh, why, Varia?
VARVARA: Why, isn't it just the same to you?
KATERINA: I'm timid of sleeping in a place I'm not used to.
VARVARA: Timid, nonsense! Glasha will be with us.
KATERINA: Still one feels nervous, somehow! But perhaps I will.
VARVARA: I wouldn't have asked you, only mamma wouldn't let me alone, and I must.
KATERINA (looking at her): What for?
VARVARA:(laughing): We'll tell our fortunes together there.
KATERINA: You must be joking.
VARVARA: To be sure, I am joking; did you think I meant it?
Silence.
KATERINA: Where can Tihon be?
VARVARA: Why, do you want him?
KATERINA: No, I only wondered, he has to start so soon.
VARVARA: He's sitting locked up with mamma. She's nagging away at him now.
KATERINA: What for?
VARVARA: For nothing at all, teaching him to mind what he's about. He'll be a fortnight away out of her sight! Only fancy! She has an uneasy inkling all the time that he'll enjoy himself when he's his own master. And so she's busy now laying all sorts of injunctions upon him, each more imperative than the last, and then she'll take him up to the holy picture and make him swear solemnly that he'll do everything exactly and precisely according to her bidding.
KATERINA: And so even when he's free he'll be as good as bound.
VARVARA: Bound! Oh, will he! As soon as he gets away, he'll start drinking, you may be sure. He says nothing now, but all the while he's only thinking how to get away as soon as possible.
Enter MME. KABANOVA and KABANOV .
The same with KABANOV and MME. KABANOVA.
MME. KABANOVA: Now do you remember everything I've told you? Mind you do remember it! Keep it in your heart!
KABANOV: Yes, mamma.
MME. KABANOVA: Well, now everything is ready. The horses are at the door. You've only to say good-bye and be off in God's name.
KABANOV: Yes, mamma, it's time I was off.
MME. KABANOVA: Well?
KABANOV: What do you desire?
MME. KABANOVA: Why are you standing about? Don't you know the way to do things? Lay your commands upon your wife, exhort her how she is to live in your absence.
Katerina looks on the ground.
KABANOV: But she knows quite well without that.
MME. KABANOVA: The way you talk! Come, come, give your commands, that I may hear what commands you lay upon her! And then when you come back, you can ask if she has performed everything exactly.
KABANOV (standing opposite Katerina): Obey mamma, Katia.
MME. KABANOVA: Tell her not to be saucy to her mother-in-law.
KABANOV: Don't be saucy!
MME. KABANOVA: To revere her mother-in-law as her own mother.
KABANOV: Revere mamma, Katia, as your own mother.
MME. KABANOVA: Not to sit with her hands in her lap like a fine lady.
KABANOV: Do some work while I am away!
MME. KABANOVA: Not to go staring out of window!
KABANOV: But, mamma, whenever has she…
MME. KABANOVA: Come, come!
KABANOV: Don't look out of window!
MME. KABANOVA: Not to stare at young fellows while you are away!
KABANOV: But that is too much, mamma, for mercy's sake!
MME. KABANOVA (severely): Enough of this nonsense! It's your duty to do what your mother tells you. (With a smile) It's always as well when it's forbidden.
KABANOV (in great confusion): Don't look at young men! Katerina looks sternly at him.
MME. KABANOVA: Well, now you can talk by yourselves a little, if you want to. Come, Varvara! They go out.
KABANOV and KATERINA (she stands as though turned to stone).
KABANOV: Katia! (Silence). Katia, you're not angry with me?
KATERINA (after a protracted silence – shakes her head): No!
KABANOV: But why are you like this? Come, forgive me!
KATERINA (still in the same position, slightly shaking her head): Peace be with you! (Hiding her face in her hands) She has hurt me!
KABANOV: If you take everything to heart so, you'll soon fall into a decline. Why listen to her! You know she must talk! Well then, let her talk, and you let it go in at one ear and out at the other. Come, good-bye, Katia!
KATERINA (falling on her husband's neck): Tisha, don't go away! For God's sake, don't go away! Dear one, I implore you!
KABANOV: I must, Katia. When mamma sends me, how can I not go?
KATERINA: Well, take me with you, do take me!
KABANOV (freeing himself from her embrace): But it's impossible!
KATERINA: Oh, why, Tisha, impossible?
KABANOV: Much fun there would be in going with you! You've worried me out of my life here between you! No sooner have I a hope of escaping than you want to fasten yourself upon me.
KATERINA: Why, can it be that you are tired of me?
KABANOV: No, I'm not tired of you; but to get out of this slavery a man would run away from the loveliest woman in the world! Just consider for a minute; I may not be good for much; but I'm a man anyway; and living all my life as you see, one's glad to run away from one's wife even. Why, when I think now, that for two whole weeks there'll be no storm hanging over me, no fetters on my legs, – do you suppose I can think of my wife?
KATERINA: How can I care for you, when you say things like that?
KABANOV: Say things? Why, what things am I to say? God knows what it is you're afraid of! You won't be alone, you know, you'll be with mamma.
KATERINA: Don't speak of her, don't torture my heart! Ah, how wretched I am, how wretched! (Weeps) Where can I go? Whom can I cling to? Merciful Heavens, I am lost!
KABANOV: Come, be quiet!
KATERINA (goes up to her husband and draws him to her). Tisha, dear one, if you would stay, if you would take me with you, how I would love you, how I would cherish you, my dear one!
KABANOV: I can't make you out, Katia! Often there's no getting a word out of you, to say nothing of a kiss, and now you come coaxing up to me of your own accord.
KATERINA: Tisha, what are you leaving me to? There'll be trouble when you're away! There'll be trouble!
KABANOV: Now, come, I can't, so it's no use.
KATERINA: Well, here then! Take from me some dreadful vow…
KABANOV: What vow?
KATERINA: A vow that I will not dare while you're away on any ground whatever to speak with any outsider, nor see anyone, – that I will not even dare to think of anyone but you.
KABANOV: But what's this for?
KATERINA: Set my heart at rest, do this for me!
KABANOV: But one can never answer for oneself like that, anything may come into one's head.
KATERINA (falling on her knees). May I never look upon my father nor my mother! May I die impenitent, if I …
KABANOV (pulling her up). Hush! Nonsense! What wickedness is this! I won't hear you!
Voice of MME. KABANOVA heard without, “It's time to start, Tihon!” Enter MME. KABANOVA, VARVARA and GLASHA.
The same, MME. KABANOVA, VARVARA and GLASHA.
MME. KABANOVA: Come, Tihon, it's time now! Set off on your way in God's name! (sits down). Sit down, all of you! (All sit down. Silence) Now, good-bye! (Gets up and all get up)
KABANOV (going up to his mother). Good-bye, mamma!
MME. KABANOVA (with a wave of her hand points him to the ground). At my feet! At my feet! (KABANOV bows down to her feet, then kisses his mother) Say good-bye to your wife.
KABANOV: Good-bye, Katia! Katerina falls on his neck.
MME. KABANOVA: What do you want to hang on his neck like that for, shameless hussy! It's not a lover you're parting from! He's your husband – your head! Don't you know how to behave? Bow down at his feet! Katerina bows down to his feet.
KABANOV: Good-bye, sister (kisses Varvara). Good-bye! Glasha (kisses Glasha). Good-bye, mamma! (bows down to the ground).
MME. KABANOVA: Good-bye! Long farewells mean foolish tears. KABANOV goes out, after him KATERINA, VARVARA and GLASHA.
MME. KABANOVA (alone).
MME. KABANOVA: The way young folks behave! It makes one laugh really to see them! If they weren't my own, I could laugh till I split. They don't know the way to do anything properly. Can't even take leave with decorum. A lucky thing it is for them that they have elder folk, who will keep their house together as long as they're living. And yet, the silly fools, they long to be their own masters, though when they do have their own way, they get in a mess directly to the scandal and amusement of all worthy folk. One here and there, to be sure, will be sorry for them, but for the most part they'll all laugh. No one can help laughing either; they'll invite guests, and not know how they should sit, and what's more, as likely as not, they leave out some one of their relations. It's simply comical. But the old order's passing away. There are some houses one doesn't care to go into. If you do cross the threshold, all you can do is to spit, and get away as quick as may be. What will happen when the old people are dead, how the world will go on, I really can't think. I'm thankful anyway, that I shall see nothing of it.
Enter KATERINA and VARVARA.
MME. KABANOVA, KATERINA, and VARVARA.
You make a boast of loving your husband so much; I see now how much your love's worth. Any other good wife, on seeing her husband off, would wail for a good hour and a half, lying on the steps; but one can see you're not much upset.
KATERINA: There's no reason to be! Besides, I don't know how to wail. Why make the people laugh!
MME. KABANOVA: No great art is needed. If you loved him you would have learnt to do it. If you can't wail properly, you should wail a little, if only for example. It is always more decorous; or else one sees it is all words with you. Well, I'm going to pray to God; do not interrupt me.
VARVARA: I'm going out.
MME. KABANOVA (caressingly). I've nothing against it! Go and enjoy yourself till your time comes. You'll have sitting indoors enough later on! Exeunt MME. KABANOVA and VARVARA.
KATERINA (alone, dreamily): Well, now, peace reigns in our house! Ah, the dreariness. If only there were children! That's the saddest thing! I have no children; I should sit with them and amuse them all day. I love talking to little children – they are angels, really. (Silence). If I had died when I was little, it would have been better. I should have looked down on to the earth from Heaven and been delighted with everything. I should have flown unseen wherever I liked. I would have floated into the country and fluttered from flower to flower, like a butterfly. (Sinks into a reverie) I know what I will do; I will begin some piece of work, as an offering to God. I will go to the bazaar, and buy some stuff and make some clothes to give to the poor. They will remember me in their prayers. And so I'll sit sewing with Varvara, and we shall not notice how the time passes; and soon Tisha will be back.
Enter VARVARA.
KATERINA and VARVARA.
VARVARA (putting a kerchief on her head before the looking-glass). I am just going out for a walk now; Glasha's putting our beds in the summer house now, mamma's consented to let us sleep there. Mamma always keeps the little gate in the garden behind the raspberries locked up and hides the key. I've taken it and put another one in its place for her, so she won't notice it. Here, see, maybe, it will be wanted (gives the key). If I see him, I shall tell him to come to the little gate.
KATERINA (with horror, pushing away the key). What for! what for! No! no!
VARVARA: If you don't want it, I do; take it, it won't bite you!
KATERINA: But what are you plotting, wicked girl? It's impossible! Do you know what you're doing? It's dreadful, dreadful!
VARVARA: Well, well – Least said is soonest mended; and I've no time to stay either. It's time for my walk.
Goes.
KATERINA (alone, holding the key in her hand). The things she thinks of doing! Ah, she's a mad girl, really mad! Here is ruin! Here it is! Fling it away, fling it far away, drop it into the river, that it may never be found. It burns the hand like fire. (Musing) This is how we women come to ruin. How can anyone be happy in bondage? One may be driven to anything. Many a one is glad if she gets the chance; she flings herself headlong. But how can they, without thinking, without reflecting! Easy is the path that leads to misfortune! And then tears and anguish all your life: your bondage is bitterer than ever. (Silence). But bitter is a life of bondage, ah, how bitter! Who does not weep in it! Most of all, we women. Here am I now! I am fretting away my life, and I see no loophole of light and hope before me! And I never shall see it, that's certain! It'll be worse as it goes on. And now this wickedness too has come upon me. (Muses) If it were not for my mother-in-law! … She is crushing me… She has made the house hateful to me… I loathe the very walls because of her. (Looks dreamily at the key) Throw it away? Of course, I must throw it away. And how came it into my hands? For my temptation, for my undoing. (Listens) Ah, someone is coming. How my heart is beating! (hides the key in her pocket) No! … No one! … Why was I so frightened? And I have put away the key… Well, that's a sign it is to be! Fate itself, it seems, wills it! And where is the sin if I do look at him just once, from a distance. Even if I speak to him, still there's no harm in that! But what I said to Tihon… why, he would not have it himself. And maybe, such a chance will not come again all my life long. Then I may well weep to myself – that there was a chance and I had not sense to seize it. But why talk, why cheat myself? If I die for it, I must see him. Whom am I trying to deceive… Throw away the key! No, for nothing in the whole world! It is mine now… Come what may, I will see Boris! Ah, night! come quickly!