THE WEDDING [trans. by Julius West]

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      CHARACTERS

      EVDOKIM ZAHAROVITCH ZHIGALOV, a retired Civil Servant.

      NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA, his wife

      DASHENKA, their daughter

      EPAMINOND MAXIMOVITCH APLOMBOV, Dashenka’s bridegroom

      FYODOR YAKOVLEVITCH REVUNOV-KARAULOV, a retired captain

      ANDREY ANDREYEVITCH NUNIN, an insurance agent

      ANNA MARTINOVNA ZMEYUKINA, a midwife, aged 30, in a brilliantly red dress

      IVAN MIHAILOVITCH YATS, a telegraphist

      HARLAMPI SPIRIDONOVITCH DIMBA, a Greek confectioner

      DMITRI STEPANOVITCH MOZGOVOY, a sailor of the Imperial Navy (Volunteer Fleet)

      GROOMSMEN, GENTLEMEN, WAITERS, ETC.

      The scene is laid in one of the rooms of Andronov’s Restaurant

      THE WEDDING

      [A brilliantly illuminated room. A large table, laid for supper. Waiters in dress-jackets are fussing round the table. An orchestra behind the scene is playing the music of the last figure of a quadrille.]

      [ANNA MARTINOVNA ZMEYUKINA, YATS, and a GROOMSMAN cross the stage.]

      ZMEYUKINA. No, no, no!

      YATS. [Following her] Have pity on us! Have pity!

      ZMEYUKINA. No, no, no!

      GROOMSMAN. [Chasing them] You can’t go on like this! Where are you off to? What about the grand ronde? Grand ronde, s’il vous plait! [They all go off.]

      [Enter NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA and APLOMBOV.]

      NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA. You had much better be dancing than upsetting me with your speeches.

      APLOMBOV. I’m not a Spinosa or anybody of that sort, to go making figures-of-eight with my legs. I am a serious man, and I have a character, and I see no amusement in empty pleasures. But it isn’t just a matter of dances. You must excuse me, maman, but there is a good deal in your behaviour which I am unable to understand. For instance, in addition to objects of domestic importance, you promised also to give me, with your daughter, two lottery tickets. Where are they?

      NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA. My head’s aching a little… I expect it’s on account of the weather…. If only it thawed!

      APLOMBOV. You won’t get out of it like that. I only found out to-day that those tickets are in pawn. You must excuse me, maman, but it’s only swindlers who behave like that. I’m not doing this out of egoisticism [Note: So in the original] — I don’t want your tickets — but on principle; and I don’t allow myself to be done by anybody. I have made your daughter happy, and if you don’t give me the tickets to-day I’ll make short work of her. I’m an honourable man!

      NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA. [Looks round the table and counts up the covers] One, two, three, four, five…

      A WAITER. The cook asks if you would like the ices served with rum, madeira, or by themselves?

      APLOMBOV. With rum. And tell the manager that there’s not enough wine. Tell him to prepare some more Haut Sauterne. [To NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA] You also promised and agreed that a general was to be here to supper. And where is he?

      NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA. That isn’t my fault, my dear.

      APLOMBOV. Whose fault, then?

      NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA. It’s Andrey Andreyevitch’s fault…. Yesterday he came to see us and promised to bring a perfectly real general. [Sighs] I suppose he couldn’t find one anywhere, or he’d have brought him…. You think we don’t mind? We’d begrudge our child nothing. A general, of course…

      APLOMBOV. But there’s more…. Everybody, including yourself, maman, is aware of the fact that Yats, that telegraphist, was after Dashenka before I proposed to her. Why did you invite him? Surely you knew it would be unpleasant for me?

      NASTASYA TIMOFEYEVNA. Oh, how can you? Epaminond Maximovitch was married himself only the other day, and you’ve already tired me and Dashenka out with your talk. What will you be like in a year’s time? You are horrid, really horrid.

      APLOMBOV. Then you don’t like to hear the truth? Aha! Oh, oh! Then behave honourably. I only want you to do one thing, be honourable!

      [Couples dancing the grand ronde come in at one door and out at the other end. The first couple are DASHENKA with one of the GROOMSMEN. The last are YATS and ZMEYUKINA. These two remain behind. ZHIGALOV and DIMBA enter and go up to the table.]

      GROOMSMAN. [Shouting] Promenade! Messieurs, promenade! [Behind] Promenade!

      [The dancers have all left the scene.]

      YATS. [To ZMEYUKINA] Have pity! Have pity, adorable Anna Martinovna.

      ZMEYUKINA. Oh, what a man!… I’ve already told you that I’ve no voice to-day.

      YATS. I implore you to sing! Just one note! Have pity! Just one note!

      ZMEYUKINA. I’m tired of you…. [Sits and fans herself.]

      YATS. No, you’re simply heartless! To be so