The Complete Works of Leo Tolstoy (25+ Works with active table of contents) (395 page)

 

ARTÉMYEV. But I want to give it! You are a corpse; but suppose you come to life again? Then they, your wife and that gentleman, who are so happy--they would be bigamists, and at best would be sent to the less distant parts of Siberia. So why should you lack money?

 

FÉDYA. I beg you to leave me alone.

 

ARTÉMYEV. Simply write a letter. I'll write it for you if you like; only give me their address, and you'll be grateful to me.

 

FÉDYA. Be off, I tell you! I have told you nothing!

 

ARTÉMYEV. Yes, you have! Here's my witness. The waiter heard you say you were a corpse.

 

WAITER. I know nothing about it.

 

FÉDYA. You scoundrel!

 

ARTÉMYEV. Am I a scoundrel? Eh, police! I'll give him in charge!

 

Fédya rises to go, but Artémyev holds him. Enter policeman.

 

Curtain.

 

SCENE 2

 

The ivy-covered verandah of a bungalow in the country. Anna Dmítrievna Karénina. Lisa (pregnant), nurse, and boy.

 

LISA. Now he's on his way from the station.

 

BOY. Who is?

 

LISA. Papa.

 

BOY. Papa's coming from the station?

 

LISA.
C'est étonnant comme il l'aime, tout-à-fait comme son père.
[23]

 

[23] It is surprising how he loves him--just as if he were his father.

 

ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA.
Tant mieux! Se souvient-il de son père véritable?
[24]

 

[24] So much the better! Does he remember his real father?

 

LISA [sighs] I never speak to him about it. I say to myself, "Why confuse him?" Sometimes I think I ought to tell him. What is your opinion,
Maman
?

 

ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. I think it is a matter of feeling, Lisa, and if you obey your feelings your heart will tell you what to say and when to say it. What a wonderful conciliator death is! I confess there was a time when Fédya--whom I had known from a child--was repulsive to me; but now I only remember him as that nice lad, Victor's friend, and as the passionate man who sacrificed himself--illegally and irreligiously, but still sacrificed himself--for those he loved.
On aura beau dire, l'action est belle.
[25]... I hope Victor will not forget to bring the wool: I've hardly any left. [Knits].

 

[25] Say what one likes--it is a fine action.

 

LISA. I hear him coming.

 

The sound of wheels and bells is heard. Lisa rises, and goes to the edge of the veranda.

 

LISA. There's someone with him, a lady in a bonnet--It's Mother! I have not seen her for an age. [Goes to the door].

 

Enter Karénin and Anna Pávlovna.

 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA [kisses Lisa and Anna Dmítrievna] Victor met me, and has brought me here.

 

ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. He has done well.

 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Yes, certainly. I thought to myself, "When shall I see her again?" and kept putting it off. But now I've come, and if you don't turn me out I will stay till the last train.

 

KARÉNIN [kisses his wife, mother, and the boy] D'you know what a piece of luck! Congratulate me--I have two days' holiday. They'll be able to get on without me to-morrow.

 

LISA. Splendid! Two days! It's long since we had that! We'll drive to the Hermitage, shall we?

 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. What a likeness! Isn't he a strapping fellow? If only he has not inherited everything--his father's heart ...

 

ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. But not his weakness.

 

LISA. No, everything! Victor agrees with me that if only he had been rightly guided in childhood ...

 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Well, I don't know about that; but I simply can't think of him without tears.

 

LISA. No more can we. How much higher he stands now in our recollection!

 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. Yes, I am sure of it.

 

LISA. How it all seemed insoluble at one time--and then everything suddenly came right.

 

ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. Well, Victor, did you get the wool?

 

KARÉNIN. Yes, I did. [Brings a bag, and takes out parcels]. Here is the wool, and this is the eau-de-Cologne; and here are letters--one "On Government Service" for you, Lisa [hands her a letter]. Well Anna Pávlovna, if you want to wash your hands I will show you your room. I must make myself tidy too; it is almost dinner time. Lisa, Anna Pávlovna's room is the corner one downstairs, isn't it?

 

Lisa is pale; holds the letter in trembling hands, and reads it.

 

KARÉNIN. What's the matter? Lisa, what is it?

 

LISA. He is alive!... Oh God! When will he release me! Victor, what does this mean? [Sobs].

 

KARÉNIN [Takes letter and reads] This is dreadful!

 

ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. What is it? Why don't you tell me?

 

KARÉNIN. It is dreadful! He's alive, she's a bigamist, and I a criminal! It's a notice from the Examining Magistrate--a summons for Lisa to appear before him.

 

ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. What a dreadful man! Why has he done this?

 

KARÉNIN. All lies, lies!

 

LISA. Oh, how I hate him! I don't know what I am saying ... [Exit in tears. Karénin follows her].

 

ANNA PÁVLOVNA. How is it he's alive?

 

ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. All I know is, that as soon as Victor came in contact with this world of mud--they were sure to draw him in too! And so they have. It's all fraud--all lies!

 

Curtain.

 

 

 

ACT VI

 

SCENE 1

 

The room of an Examining Magistrate, who sits at a table talking to Mélnikov. At a side table a clerk is sorting papers.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. But I never said anything of the kind to her. She invented it, and now reproaches me.

 

MÉLNIKOV. She does not reproach you, but is grieved.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. All right, I'll come to dinner. But now I have a very interesting case on. [To Clerk] Ask her in.

 

CLERK. Shall I ask them both?

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE [finishes his cigarette and hides it] No, only Mrs. Karénina, or rather--by her first husband--Protásova.

 

MÉLNIKOV [going out] Ah, Karénina!

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Yes, it's a nasty affair. It's true I am only beginning to look into it, but it's a bad business. Well, good-bye! [Exit Mélnikov].

 

Enter Lisa, in black and veiled.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Take a seat, please. [Points to a chair] Believe me, I much regret to have to question you, but we are under the necessity ... Please be calm, and remember that you need not answer my questions. Only, in my opinion, for your own sake--and in fact for everybody's sake--the truth is best. It is always best, even practically.

 

LISA. I have nothing to conceal.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Well then [looks at paper]--your name, position, religion--all that I have put down. Is it correct?

 

LISA. Yes.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. You are accused of contracting a marriage with another man, knowing your husband to be alive.

 

LISA. I did not know it.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. And also of having persuaded your husband, and bribed him with money, to commit a fraud--a pretended suicide--in order to free yourself of him.

 

LISA. That is all untrue.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Well then, allow me to put a few questions. Did you send him 1,200 roubles in July of last year?

 

LISA. It was his own money, the proceeds of the sale of some things of his. At the time I parted from him, and when I was expecting a divorce, I sent him the money.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Just so! Very well. That money was sent to him on the 17th of July, two days before his disappearance?

 

LISA. I think it was on the 17th, but I don't remember.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. And why was the application to the Consistorium for a divorce withdrawn, just at that time--and the lawyer told not to proceed with the case?

 

LISA. I don't know.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Well, and when the police asked you to identify the body, how was it you recognised it as your husband's?

 

LISA. I was so excited that I did not look at the body, and I felt so sure it was he, that when they asked me I answered, "I think it is he."

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Yes, you did not see well, in consequence of a very natural excitement. And now may I ask why you have sent a monthly remittance to Sarátov, the very town where your first husband was living?

 

LISA. My husband sent that money, and I cannot say what it was for, as that is not my secret. But it was not sent to Theodore Vasílyevich, for we were firmly convinced of his death. That I can say for certain.[26]

 

[26] Had Tolstoy lived to give a final revision to this play, he would probably have made it clearer that Karénin sent a monthly payment to the clockmaker Evgényev, in response to the request contained in the last letter Fédya addressed to Lisa and himself; and that this money found its way to Fédya.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Very well. Only allow me to remark, madam, that the fact of our being servants of the law does not prevent our being men; and believe me I quite understand your position and sympathise with you! You were tied to a man who squandered your property, was unfaithful--in short, brought misfortune....

 

LISA. I loved him.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Yes; but still the desire to free yourself was natural, and you chose this simpler way, without realising that it would lead you into what is considered a crime--bigamy! I quite understand it. The judges will understand too; and therefore I advise you to confess everything.

 

LISA. I have nothing to confess. I have never lied. [Cries] Do you want me any longer?

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. I must ask you to remain here. I will not trouble you with any more questions. Only kindly read this over and sign it. It is your deposition. See whether your answers have been correctly taken down. Please take that seat. [Points to an armchair by the window. To Clerk] Ask Mr. Karénin to come in.

 

Enter Karénin, stern and solemn.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Please take a seat.

 

KARÉNIN. Thank you! [Remains standing] What do you want of me?

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. I have to take your deposition.

 

KARÉNIN. In what capacity?

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE [smiling] I, in the capacity of Examining Magistrate, am obliged to question you in the capacity of an accused person.

 

KARÉNIN. Indeed! Accused of what?

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Of marrying a woman whose husband was alive. However, allow me to question you properly. Kindly sit down.

 

KARÉNIN. Thank you.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Your name?

 

KARÉNIN. Victor Karénin.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Your calling?

 

KARÉNIN. Chamberlain and Member of Council.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Age?

 

KARÉNIN. Thirty-eight.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Religion?

 

KARÉNIN. Orthodox; and I have never before been tried or questioned! Well?

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Did you know that Theodore Vasílyevich Protásov was alive when you married his wife?

 

KARÉNIN. I did not know it. We were both convinced that he was drowned.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. After Protásov's alleged death, to whom in Sarátov did you send a monthly remittance?

 

KARÉNIN. I do not wish to reply to that question.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Very well. Why did you send money--1,200 roubles--to Mr. Protásov just before his pretended death on 17th July?

 

KARÉNIN. That money was given to me by my wife ...

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. By Mrs. Protásova?

 

KARÉNIN. ... by my wife, to send to her husband. She considered that money to be his, and having severed all connection with him, considered it unfair to keep it.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. One more question--why did you withdraw the application for divorce?

 

KARÉNIN. Because Theodore Vasílyevich undertook to apply for a divorce, and wrote me about it.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. Have you got his letter?

 

KARÉNIN. It has been lost.[27]

 

[27] Karénin does not produce Fédya's letter because it would have proved connivance in the divorce proceedings.

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. It is strange that everything which might convince the Court of the truth of your evidence should either be lost or non-existent.

 

KARÉNIN. Do you want anything more?

 

EXAMINING MAGISTRATE. I want nothing, except to do my duty; but you'll have to exonerate yourselves, and I have just advised Mrs. Protásova, and I advise you also, not to try to hide what everyone can see, but to say what really happened. Especially as Mr. Protásov is in such a condition that he has already told everything just as it happened, and will probably do the same in Court, I should advise ...

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