Comedy plays; Russia -- Social life and customs -- Drama; Russian drama -- Translations into English
GOVERNOR. Hush! [Puts his hand over Derzhimorda's mouth.] Like a bull
bellowing. [Mocking him.] "I had your order--" Makes a noise like an
empty barrel. [To Osip.] Go, friend, and get everything ready for your
master. And you two, you stand on the steps and don't you dare budge
from the spot. And don't let any strangers enter the house, especially
the merchants. If you let a single one in, I'll--The instant you see
anybody with a petition, or even without a petition and he looks as if
he wanted to present a petition against me, take him by the scruff of
the neck, give him a good kick, [shows with his foot] and throw him out.
Do you hear? Hush--hush!
He goes out on tiptoe, preceded by the Sergeants.
CURTAIN
ACT IV
SCENE: Same as in Act III.
SCENE I
Enter cautiously, almost on tiptoe, Ammos Fiodorovich, Artemy
Filippovich, the Postmaster, Luka Lukich, Dobchinsky and Bobchinsky in
full dress-uniform.
AMMOS. For God's sake, gentlemen, quick, form your line, and let's have
more order. Why, man alive, he goes to Court and rages at the Imperial
Council. Draw up in military line, strictly in military line. You, Piotr
Ivanovich, take your place there, and you, Piotr Ivanovich, stand here.
[Both the Piotr Ivanoviches run on tiptoe to the places indicated.]
ARTEMY. Do as you please, Ammos Fiodorovich, I think we ought to try.
AMMOS. Try what?
ARTEMY. It's clear what.
AMMOS. Grease?
ARTEMY. Exactly, grease.
AMMOS. It's risky, the deuce take it. He'll fly into a rage at us. He's
a government official, you know. Perhaps it should be given to him in
the form of a gift from the nobility for some sort of memorial?
POSTMASTER. Or, perhaps, tell him some money has been sent here by post
and we don't know for whom?
ARTEMY. You had better look out that he doesn't send you by post a good
long ways off. Look here, things of such a nature are not done this way
in a well-ordered state. What's the use of a whole regiment here? We
must present ourselves to him one at a time, and do--what ought to be
done, you know--so that eyes do not see and ears do not hear. That's
the way things are done in a well-ordered society. You begin it, Ammos
Fiodorovich, you be the first.
AMMOS. You had better go first. The distinguished guest has eaten in
your institution.
ARTEMY. Then Luka Lukich, as the enlightener of youth, should go first.
LUKA. I can't, I can't, gentlemen. I confess I am so educated that the
moment an official a single degree higher than myself speaks to me, my
heart stands still and I get as tongue-tied as though my tongue were
caught in the mud. No, gentlemen, excuse me. Please let me off.
ARTEMY. It's you who have got to do it, Ammos Fiodorovich. There's no
one else. Why, every word you utter seems to be issuing from Cicero's
mouth.
AMMOS. What are you talking about! Cicero! The idea! Just because a man
sometimes waxes enthusiastic over house dogs or hunting hounds.
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