ACT II
SCENE I
A dirty, ill-lighted underground dive; people are lying around
drinking, sleeping, playing cards and making love. Near the front a
small table at which FDYA sits; he is in rags and has fallen very
low. By his side is PETUSHKV, a delicate spiritual man, with long
yellow hair and beard. Both are rather drunk.
Candle light is the only lighting in this Scene.
PETUSHKV (R.C. of table C.). I know. I know. Well, that's real love.
So what happened then?
FDYA (L. C. of table C., pensively). You might perhaps expect a girl
of our own class, tenderly brought up, to be capable of sacrificing
for the man she loved, but this girl was a gypsy, reared in greed, yet
she gave me the purest sort of self-sacrificing love. She'd have done
anything for nothing. Such contrasts are amazing.
PETUSHKV. I see. In painting we call that value. Only to realize
bright red fully when there is green around it. But that's not the
point. What happened?
FDYA. Oh, we parted. I felt it wasn't right to go on taking, taking
where I couldn't give. So one night we were having dinner in a little
restaurant, I told her we'd have to say good-bye. My heart was so
wrung all the time I could hardly help crying.
PETUSHKV. And she?
FDYA. Oh, she was awfully unhappy, but she knew I was right. So we
kissed each other a long while, and she went back to her gypsy troupe
--(Slowly.) Maybe she was glad to go----