The Russian Masters: Works by Dostoevsky, Chekhov, Tolstoy, Pushkin, Gogol, Turgenev and More. Максим Горький. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Максим Горький
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began to sing "Christ is arisen." That's how it happened.

      SAVVA

      You hear, Lipa? But what's the matter with you? Why are you all crying?

      FRIAR

      It makes one feel so sorry, Mr. Savva.

      SAVVA

      Why, they fooled you, they played a trick on you. Or else you are all lying, lying with your tears.

       [Kondraty makes a gesture of indifference.

      LIPA (shaking her head, weeping)

      No, Savva, you don't understand. Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!

      KONDRATY

      You have no God, that's the reason you don't understand; You have only

       reason, and pride, and malice. That's why you don't understand.

       Ah, Mr. Savva, you wanted to ruin me too. And I tell you as a

       Christian—it would have been better if you had never been born.

      SAVVA

      Oh, fiddlesticks! Whom do you think you can hoodwink? Do you think I have turned blind?

      KONDRATY (turning away with a wave of his hand)

      You can shout as much as you like.

      FRIAR

      Mr. Savva, you mustn't shout, you mustn't. We have already attracted the attention of the crowd. They are looking at us.

      SAVVA (laying his hand on Kondraty's shoulder and speaking in a low voice) Look here, I understand. Of course, in the presence of people—but you understand, don't you, Kondraty? You are a clever man, a very bright man. You understand that all this is nonsense. Just consider, brother, consider a moment. Didn't they carry the ikon away? Then where is the miracle?

      KONDRATY (twisting himself free from Savva's grasp, shaking his head and speaking aloud) Then you don't understand? No, you don't understand. What of it?

      SAVVA (in a whisper)

      Listen, remember our talk.

      KONDRATY (aloud)

      Don't whisper to me. I have nothing to hide from anybody. How do you think miracles happen anyhow? Say, you are a smart man too, and yet you can't comprehend a simple matter like this. Why, it's all your work, all your doing, isn't it? You gave me the machine. You planned the explosion. Your orders have been carried out. And yet the ikon is untouched; it's whole. That's all I have to say. It's the plain, simple statement of fact. Yet you come here with your arguments and try to get away from those facts by mere reasoning.

      LIPA (looking around in a paroxysm of excitement)

      How simple it is! And how terrible! O Lord, O Lord! And to think that it was I who did it, I, with my own hands! O my God! (She falls on her knees, turning her eyes toward heaven)

      SAVVA (looking at her savagely, then at Kondraty)

      Well!

      KONDRATY (drawing back in fright)

      Why are you staying here? Why haven't you left already?

      SAVVA (shouting)

      What a —— fool you are!

      KONDRATY (paling)

      Lower, lower, I say. Don't talk like that, or I'll shout.

      SAVVA (turning quickly toward Speransky)

      What are you staring at with your mouth wide open? You are a philosopher. You, you are a philosopher. Can you understand the stupidity of these people? They think it's a miracle. (Laughs) They think it's a miracle.

      SPERANSKY (stepping back)

      Excuse me, Mr. Tropinin, but from their point of view—I don't know.

      SAVVA

      You don't know?

      SPERANSKY

      Who does know? (Cries out, in despair) The dead alone, Mr. Savva, the dead alone.

      KONDRATY

      Ah! You are cornered—Antichrist!

      LIPA (in terror)

      Antichrist?

       [Hearing the cry, the two pilgrims who were with Kondraty approach. They are gradually joined by others, among whom is the Man in Peasant Overcoat.

      FIRST PILGRIM

      What is it, father? Has he revealed himself?

      KONDRATY

      Look at him, look at him!

      SAVVA

      Vassya, you dear, fine boy—Vassya, what is the matter with them? Hear what they are saying. Hear the nonsense they are talking. You good, nice boy!

      FRIAR (drawing back)

      Mr. Savva, don't, don't. Go away from here. Leave this place.

      SAVVA

      Vassya, Vassya, you, you—

      FRIAR (crying)

      But I don't know. I don't know anything. I am afraid.

      LIPA (ecstatically)

      Antichrist! Antichrist!

      SECOND PILGRIM

      Hear! Hear!

      KONDRATY

      Ah! You are cornered. Here is your money—take it! It has burned holes in my pockets, your accursed money. Here, take it, take it, you brood of Antichrist! (Throws the money at him)

      SAVVA (raising his fist as if to deal a blow) I'll teach you—

      FIRST PILGRIM

      Boys, don't be afraid. Here boys, here!

      SAVVA (pressing his head between his hands)

      Oh, it hurts, it hurts! Darkness is closing in.

      KONDRATY

      It's beginning to get you, is it? That's right, that's right.

      LIPA

      Antichrist!

      TONY (shouting)

      Savva, Savva!

      SAVVA (sinking for a moment into profound, terrible meditation; then he straightens himself suddenly and seems to grow in stature; he cries out with a wild joy as if speaking above the heads of all to reach somebody far off) I am right! Therefore I am right! It was all necessary! All! All! (He stands as if petrified in an upward-striving posture)

      KONDRATY

      Boys, it's he who did it. That's the fellow.

      MAN IN OVERCOAT (pushing himself forward, officiously)

      What's the matter, boys? Aha! He is caught! Which one? This one? Come on with you! (Takes hold of Savva by the sleeve)

      SAVVA (shaking him off with such violence that the man falls down) Get away from me!

      VOICES

      Don't let him go!

      KONDRATY

      Hold him!

      FRIAR (crying)

      Run, Mr. Savva, run.

       [During the following scene Lipa prays. Speransky looks on with keen curiosity, while Tony stares over his shoulder. All the voices become blended into one raging, frightened, savage roar.

      CROWD

      Get at him from that side! Yes, go yourself! You have a stick! Oh, hang it, there isn't a single