Armenian Literature: Comprising Poetry, Drama, Folk-lore and Classic Traditions;: Translated into English for the First Time
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Armenian Literature: Comprising Poetry, Drama, Folk-lore and Classic Traditions;: Translated into English for the First Time
Armenian literature; Armenian literature -- Translations into English
NATO [_crying_]. It is out of the question, mamma. No, not for the
world could I marry a business man! I will not have one! I would rather
jump into the water than marry one! [_Crying, she gives the money
back_.] Take it back! What do I need it for now? Why should I go out and
make purchases? For whom, then?
[_Takes off her mantle, flings her parasol aside, sits
down on the sofa and begins to cry_.
SALOME. O great heaven! is this not torture? I get it on both sides.
[_Turning to Nato_:] Be still, you stupid girl!
NATO. For this I have learned so much; for this you have brought me up
so grandly and given yourself so much trouble and care! [_Weeping_.] Is
he, also, to take me walking on the boulevard? Is he to accompany me to
the club and to the theatre?
[_Sobbing_.
SALOME. Be quiet! Enough! Give yourself no unnecessary heartache.
NATO [_jumps up and embraces Salome_]. Dear, dear mamma! dearest mamma,
save me!
SALOME. Oh, rather would your mother be dead than to see this day!
NATO. Dear mamma, save me! save me, or I shall go into consumption! God
is my witness!
SALOME [_weeping_]. The deuce take everything!
[_Wipes away her tears_.
NATO. Mamma, if you please, I would rather not marry at all. I will
serve you here at home like a housemaid. Only make them stop this
affair!
SALOME. That has already happened, my child.
NATO. Dear mamma, please do it.
SALOME. But I tell you, truly.
NATO. Is it really true?
SALOME. As true as the sun shines.
NATO [_kissing Salome_]. O my dear, dear mamma!
SALOME. At last I am rid of you. Your eyes are real tear-fountains. It
would not have taken much more to make me cry, too.
NATO [_laughing_]. Ha! ha! ha!
SALOME. You can laugh now.
NATO. Ha! ha! ha! you gave me such a fright!
SALOME. You are terribly flighty. [_Presses the money into her hand_.]
Here, take it; and do not be too long.
[_Smoothes Nato's hair_.
NATO [_pulling herself away from her mother_]. Very well, mamma.
[_Taking her parasol and mantle_.
SALOME. Wipe your eyes, I pray, or they will laugh at you!
NATO. They are quite dry; and what does anybody care about my eyes?
[_Going._
SALOME. Come back soon; don't allow yourself to be delayed.
NATO. I will come back right away, dear mamma.
[_Goes toward the right into the ante-room._
SCENE IV
SALOME [_alone_]. No, there is no other way out. Cost what it will, I
shall accomplish what I want. Yes, I must, if I am ruined by it. Mother
of God, plead for my Nato!
OSSEP [_enters, right_]. Where has Nato gone?
SALOME. Just across the way, to the store. She needed some music.
OSSEP. These are fine times for me! And a girl like this is to become a
good citizen's wife! [_Sits down on the sofa_.
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