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by Aleksander Blok
Dedicated to Vsevoled Emilevich Meierkhol'd
Translated by Lucy Vogel
The Puppet Theatre
by Aleksander Blok
Dedicated to Vsevoled Emilevich Meierkhol'd
Translated by Lucy Vogel
Dramatis Personae
Columbine
Pierrot
Harlequin
Mystics of both sexes, in frock coats and fashionable dresses.
Later in masks and masquerade costumes.
The Host of the Mystical Seance
Three Pairs of Lovers
A Clown
The Author
FIRST MYSTIC
SECOND MYSTIC
I am.
THIRD MYSTIC
FIRST MYSTIC
SECOND MYSTIC
I am waiting.
THIRD MYSTIC
PIERROT
AUTHOR
Columbine!
FIRST MYSTIC
SECOND NYSRTIC
I am.
THIRD MYSTIC
FIRST MYSTIC
SECOND MYSTIC
THIRD MYSTIC
FIRST MYSTIC
SECOND MYSTIC
For long?
FIRST MYSTIC
Yes.
SECOND MYSTIC
THIRD MYSTIC
FIRST MYSTIC
SECOND MYSTIC
Columbine! Come!
FIRST MYSTIC
SECOND MYSTIC
THIRD MYSTIC
FIRST MYSTIC
SECOND MYSTIC
THIRD MYSTIC
FIRST MYSTIC
Let's have some light. Is it She who has come at this hour?
PIERROT
HOST
You have lost your wits. All evening long we have been waiting
for something momentous and finally it has come to pass. She
has come to u s - t h e silent Deliverer. Death has called on us.
HOST
Ladies and Gentlemen! Fear h a s driven our poor friend out of his
mind. He h a s never given a thought to what we have spent our
entire life preparing for.; He has not plumbed the depths and he
h a s not readied himself humbly to meet the Pale Friend a t the
final hour. Let us m a g n a n i m o u s l y forgive this simple soul.
(Addressing PIERROT.) Brother, you can't stay here, you would
be disturbing our last supper. But please do take one more look at
her: see how white h e r garments are, how pale h e r features; oh,
she is as white as snow on mountain peaks! A mirror-like void is
reflected in h e r eyes. Can't you see the scythe down her shoulder?
Don't you recognize Death?
PIERROT
(A helpless smile glides over his pale face.)
COLUMBINE
(Follows PIERROT to the exit.)
HOST
Ethereal vision! All our lives we have been waiting for you!
Forsake us not!
HARLEQUIN
(Walks up to Columbine)
AUTHOR
PIERROT
SHE
HE
SHE
HE
(They kiss.)
SHE
(Silence)
HE
SHE
Yes, sweet are our meetings.
So be it: to you I surrender.
(The quiet dance of maskers and clowns conceals the first couple
from the audience. A second couple bursts into the dance. In front,
She, in a black mask and a swirling red cloak. Behind, He, a
nimble figure all in black, wearing a red mask and a black
cloak. They move swiftly and impetuously. He pursues her, now
drawing level with her, now overtaking her. A whirling of
cloaks.)
HE
SHE
HE
SHE
SHE
HE
HE
SHE
(Like a soft, yet distinct echo)
Important.
HE
Are you aware t h a t the maskers have made our rendezvous today
wonderful?
SHE
Wonderful.
HE
So you believe me? Oh, today you are more beautiful than ever.
SHE
Ever.
HE
You know all t h a t has been and is yet to be. You have understood
the meaning of the circle I drew.
SHE
Drew.
HE
0 , how captivating are your words! You have divined the secret of
my soul! How much your words tell my heart!
SHE
Heart.
HE
SHE
Bliss.
HE
(Sighing with relief and elation.)
SHE
Night.
(At this moment one of the clowns gets it into his head to play a
Prank. He runs up to the lover and sticks out his tongue. The lover
strikes the clown on the head with all his might with his heavy
Wooden sword. The clown leans over the footlights and remains
dangling there. A s t r e a m of cranberry juice spurts from his
head.) .
CHORUS
HARLEQUIN
AUTHOR
PIERROT
(Getting up, speaks plaintively and dreamily)
(Brief silence)