| Let my paradise make friends with your paradise - ACTION 8 |
Page 9 of 12                                    ACTION 8.  Light of projectors penetrating the snowy stage, forms something like a tower. In the center is the body of Darling. Poet, Friend and Priest stand near the body. The carriage is beside. Friend. Has he fallen from a roof? Poet. It seemed to me, that I on same a carriage could roll down in the same way. Friend. It flied, and, probably, saw all our today's way. Poet. Raimond ordered to bury him. Sticks one of the shovels brought by Blockhead in the ground. Priest. He lays somehow incorrectly. Hу has extended his arms, as if before jumping in water. Friend. Force is harmful. It has prevented him. Poet and Friend dig. Priest prays. Poet. Generally I sympothize Darling. Why has he got on the roof? Friend. I sympothize for him too. Poet. He has told, that we all shall die soon. And he has died. Friend. He has lost his life. Poet. Yes. Friend. And what has got in exchange? Poet. Probably, he has appeared in Heavenly Territory. Friend. He has appeared, but there is no his paradise. Poet. Well. The place is already occupied. Priest. And now, and then…  Friend straightens and smokes. Poet stands near the edge of the put. Friend. Raimond and Masha, probably, prepare for something. Poet. Well. Till a holiday remains less than two hours. Friend. A strange holiday. Usually for New Year by twelve o'clock pleasure more increasing. And here … Poet. I am sure, that all under the script. Friend. You know, me this script has became important for me too. Poet. Maybe, and what has happened to Darlings is under the script too? Friend. No. Raimond has become puzzled himself. I saw. It does not know, who has done it. Poet. What are you about? Friend. That someone has pushed off Darling. Poet. Who has pushed him off? Friend. Do you believe that he has fallen from a roof himself? Certainly, he was pushed off. Poet. Yes. Darling said something about the fourth secret. Is it so terrible, this fourth secret? Blockhead who has appeared on the stage, easily lifts Darling, puts him on the white fabric brought by him. Poet to Friend. And now recollect: when Darling fell … I am about absent … What wasn`t there? Friend. Happiness. Poet. Blockhead was not either. He went out. Friend. And what? Poet. Here it is, the fourth secret. And now, when Blockhead lifted Darling, I seen his... Hands are similar … At first they seemed to be the bunches of grapes. Then I have recollected that frog from the bottle with spirit … Friend. Which we have thrown in the river? Poet. The same paws – petals. Friend. Blockhead is simply a servant. By the way, when Darling was pushed off, the pries was out. And you left. Poet. And you went out. Friend. It is silly to suspect it is so silly. Poet. But in fact it is so terrible, when it is so terrible. And one would like to trust. Friend. In an ark? Poet. …In some explanation which explains nothing. Friend. I wish to trust very much too. Mashу appears on the stage. She looks at the body of Darling as silently leaves. Poet. Mashenka… It already has almost agreed to reach tops of Initial Poetry together with me. Friend. But she will do that will justify Pleasure of Life. Priest. (stops praying) She will be the center of my Belief. Poet. I want her right now. Friend. And I think about the future. What will meet us? Poet. And what? Friend. I am afraid. Poet. What? Friend. I ask myself. Poet. What about? Friend. Love … There, where shall we sail … Is it necessary there? Poet. Love to ships? Or to horses? Or to a beautiful figurine? Friend. You know very well, that I speak about love to a woman. Poet. I hope, that there the love … is necessary. Friend. I hope too, but I can not prove it. Poet. In fact the love … is good …  Friend. What is good in love? Poet. Even that … the Love is connected with eternity. It is for certain good. Or maybe, bad? Yes is not present, for certain good. Friend. There is much bad in love. Poet. I have suddenly thought: and whether a beautiful woman can be a Chaos herself? Friend. The beautiful woman? If so... Then … she will stop… to be beautiful. Poet. They all are silly answers to silly questions. But I … I frightened for my paradise for some reason. Priest approaches to a pit. Priest. Those children on the destroyed by bombing bridge … Friend. What? Priest. They moulded the same bridges, as that we sat on. The destroyed by bombing bridges … (lifts the right hand with a cross and looks at it) I leave. Poet. And where are you going? Priest. Before I take away Masha with me, it is necessary to do some preparotary work.   Raimond and Masha appear. Blockhead is beside. Poet to Priest. Well why aren`t you leaving? Have changed your mind, when you saw Masha to say something . Priest. I need… You … (addresses to Masha) You are my God. Masha. I know. Raimond. In such holiday it is necessary to commit to the earth in a festively way. Blockhead who has easily lifted a bedsheet with Darling, lowers a body in the pit. Poet. It is necessary to tell a couple of warm words about the dead. Friend. Can, we grieve? Poet. He was not the good person. But the grief – is. Raimond. Probably, his death was necessary for somebody. Poet. In any case we should be pleased. The less of us, the more chances, there will be place fo everbody in the ark. Raimond. As fer me I would take it. Friend. Would you really take him? Poet. We did not tell you … Friend. He wanted to betray you. Poet. He damned you. Raimond. I know. But … maybe, his damnes are necessary there? Poet. And then, he glued to Masha. Raimond. Bitter is this ground.              Friend. We shall dig quickly, and the we shall sit down at a table at once. Raimond. At first we must walk and sing. Friend. How to walk? Poet. And to sing? What? Raimond. A New Year's song. Remember the words: Whom was he? Going to the God, Radiated soul light. So lighter is the road For all walking after. Poet. But it is the poem of my father. Friend. Probably, it is in the script. Raimond. Let`s join our hands and shall be passed.   Everyone joins hands. Walk with a song on the stage. Raimond leads. A snowfall is so strong, that their movement is vague. Whom was he? Going to the God … They stop. Raimond. You asked: where the ark is? Poet. I can`t understand: we go around, or in chain? Friend. Yes. You asked. Raimond. The is in front of you. Friend. Where? Raimond. Look more attentevely. Poet. So is our bunker our ark? Raimond. Yes. Poet. (with doubt) I believe, that this ark is ours. Friend. I believe too. Poet. As it is majestic, our ark. Will it float? Raimond. It will float by all means. Poet. If there is an ark, there must be the sea? Or will the ark float on the river? Friend. No, the river shallow such ship. And then, the ark on the river can come to the city. Poet. Yes. To those who are in cabins. They are still waving us. Friend. Do you think, to say goodbye? Poet. If only they did not mee us there, in Heavenly Territory. Go farther. Radiated soul light… They stop. Poet. And why is the ship so huge, when there are only five of us? Friend. It happens that as three cannot be in the huge ship. Poet. However, I have forgotten, that our values with us there will be to. (Raimond) Do you take us? Do you really take us? Raimond. Most likely, no. Poet. All becomes more terrible from such answers. Friend. And when will you learn? That, can, yes. Raimond. I know one thing precisely. You have quite good support. Behind the back of Poet all poets are. Behind the back of the Friend all friends are… Friend. And what about Mashenka. What is behind her back? Poet. We constantly argue Mashenka here. Shall we argue there too? Friend. There is Blockhead. I do not know, what behind Blockhead is. Poet. By the way, does Blockhead know about the Ark? Raimond. Certainly, knows. Friend. And won`t he departure without us? Raimond. But he is here, with us. In our New Year's round dance. Go farther. So lighter is the road For all walking after… All projectors die away.   In full darkness the windows of the bunker were light. It was the huge mysterious ship. Ready for navigation. The fugue sounded somewhere away. Emphasizing silence. Friend. How the windows of our ark shine. Poet. It seemed to me, that our ark has got under way from its place. Friend. It is a sign. Poet. That we are on a correct way? Friend. A sign that we shall soon come nearer to Him. Poet. I have thought … And if we betray Him with our values? Raimond. Him? Friend. May, be he deserves it. Waits for us, and even is not glad. And we … We it shall say: show brother... Raimond. Let's goon singing. Projectors flash. Keeping hands, participants of a round dance have returned to a tomb of Darling. Friend. (with amasement) where is priest. I held him for his hand. Poet. And I held too. He was between us.  Friend to Poet. And now we hold each other. Poet. Miracles again. Masha. (with excitement) And … How to understand it? Masha points at the body of Darling which has been wrapped up in a white fabric. It is above again. All look with amasement. Poet. I am afraid. Friend. Who has lifted it? Masha. We all had a round dance. Poet. Can, it be the miracle too? Friend. Then it is very disturbing miracle. Raimond. Let`s go… Blockhead will lower it once again. (lifts a rocket from the ground) And his Force. Let it be there.11111111111111111 Raimond throws a rocket in a tomb. They all leave.                                          Curtain. |