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Вадим Кучеренко The Idol
Characters: Victor Mancev – a mountaineer Oleg Tomov – a mountaineer Vasil Korobko – a mountaineer Anna Korobko, Vasil’s wife – a mountaineer. Cyrill Sumyatov – a journalist Alla Bjokova – a tourist Levan – a bartender Mikhalych – a postman.The action is taking place at a mountain tourist camp.
ACT 1
There is a canteen at a mountain tourist camp. It is evening. Levan is standing behind a bar counter, Alla Bokova is sitting at one of the tables. Cyril Sumyatov comes in. Sumyatov. Good evening! Levan. (speaking with a Georgian accent) You are welcome, dear, come in, be my guest! Sumyatov. Thanks for your kind invitation.. Levan. What would you like? We have salad, cutlets… Sumyatov. Nothing. I was wandering about in search of a living soul. Levan. Are you a newcomer? Sumyatov. Almost. Is it always so lonely here? Levan. Hey, listen, are you bearing ill will to me?! Everybody has gone to the mountains. I wonder, what allures them there? Sumyatov. Scientists know nothing about it. And what about you, aren’t you allured there? Levan. Everybody should know his own place in this life. Sumyatov. You think so? Levan. My grandfather used to say so. And he was the wisest in our village – anyone will tell you. Do you believe me or not? Sumyatov. Oh, let’s ask the lady, maybe she is going to judge between us. Do you have the same point of view? Alla. I don’t care. Sumyatov. It’s not possible. Alla. Don’t argue with a woman. You’d better pay a compliment to her. Sumyatov. I am sorry. Don’t you mind? (sitting next to her) Alla. Please, take a seat. Are you hanging around doing nothing? Sumyatov. Vice versa. I am here on business. Alla. I am really surprised to hear that! Then if it’s not a secret what brought you to this mountain camp in the middle of nowhere? Sumyatov. What secrets can I have from such a charming lady? Alla. You are not so bad. Keep going. Sumyatov. Thank you. Alla. Go on, I am looking forward to your answer. Sumyatov. I have to meet with the four famous mountaineers. Alla. Oh, I think I know who you are talking about. One of them is such a morose guy, isn’t he? Sumyatov. Most likely this is Voctor Mancev. Alla. The other one is quite the opposite – a cherry fellow Sumyatov. This is Oleg Tomov. Alla. And a together couple of sweet-hearts. Sumyatov. They are Vasil and Anna Korobko, the just-married. Alla. Oh, I see then. And what are they famous for? Sumyatov. Recently they have conquered the Devil’s Fang? Have you heard about this peak before? Alla. For the first time from you. Sumyatov. It is considered to be a real feat. Alla. How appearance might be deceiving! I would never look at those good guys as heroes. Sumyatov. Are you a climber? Alla. No, I am just a modest tourist guide. Besides, I am terribly afraid of height. And why are you asking me? Is there anything special about me? Sumyatov. As far as I know this camp is for mountain climbers. It made me assume so. Alla. Actually, my husband was suddenly offered a pass to this camp at his work. So, I am here near white peaks, floating eagles and heroes. I know I should be happy but in fact I am bored to death. Isn’t it strange? Sumyatov. And how long have you been getting bored here? Alla. For two days already. I am not sure If I could spend at least a week here. And you, how long are you planning to stay? Sumyatov. It depends on how soon I will get along with those four. Alla. Are you going to tempt them for another climb? Sumyatov. I am a journalist. Alla. Oh, really? I have never met with journalists before. Sumyatov. My purpose is to depict their feats. Alla. How gloomy you said that! Aren’t you looking forward to this meeting? Sumyatov. Please, tell me the truth, do you have a feeling that our world has gone mad? Alla. Oh yeah! And everybody would agree with that. All you can hear at every corner is “oh, this crazy crazy, crazy world”! Sumyatov. Are you feeling good in such a world? Alla. Yes, I can tell you. I must be also crazy? Sumyatov. As for me to be honest I am not quite myself in this world… Alla. Are you married? Sumyatov. Yes. But what’s the matter? Alla. What makes you feel uneasy then? Sumyatov. A loss of self-esteem, I would say. Alla. It is nonsense! Sumyatov. Just look around! Alla. Okay… Sumyatov. What do you see? Alla. Frankly speaking, nothing interesting. Sumyatov. That’s it! However, they try to persuade us – you and me in the opposite. Alla. Who tries? Persuade of what? It’s bullshit! Sumyatov. Bullshit?! Just switch on the radio. I am sure at this moment some feeble-voiced pop diva is trying to imitate a nightingale or maybe they are talking about some boxing champion. And let’s take TV…. Alla. So, what do you have against TV? Sumyatov. It is flooded with show-business stars and politicians of various types. I am not even mentioning newspapers! Alla. Are you afraid to find an inferiority complex in yourself? Sumyatov. I feel offended for my country. It looks like we really can not live without either God, tsar, or hero. And it would be better to have three of them at once. Alla. What are you talking about? A Tsar was overthrown a long time ago, the God is terribly far from people, only a hero has remained. Please, don’t deprive us of our last consolation! Sumyatov. I can’t understand, what are you driving at? Mikhalych enters. Mikhalych. All bon appetit! Levan. \speaking with a Georgian accent\ Come in dear! We’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Do you believe me or not? Mikhalych. I am like a clock – precise and inevitable. Levan. What’s new in the world, eh? Mikhalych. Every minute something is happening in the world. How can I know about all? Levan. But you know something anyway… Mikhalych. The less we know, the more quiet we sleep. I advise you to learn this simple truth. Levan. Thanks for advice, dear. Have you brought some mail or not? Mikhalych. Here you go, if you really can’t live without it. But please, don’t blame me in case the news is bad. Levan. I won’t, don’t worry. Mikhalych. Hey guys, you see, I’ve warned him! Sumyatov. Sure. You can refer to us as witnesses just in case. Mikhalych. Absolutely! Can I learn your names? Sumyatov. Cyrill Sumyatov. Alla. Alla Bokova. Mikhalych. You can call me Мikhalych. You have done me a favor I won’t forget it. (Leaves). Levan. What a man he is, I can’t understand… Sumyatov. An odd fellow, I would say. Alla. Or maybe another madman? Sumyatov. It looks like. I am afraid I could go crazy here myself. The ambience and the landscape are quite suitable. Alla. Do not worry, it’s not going to happen with you. Sumyatov. Then what is going to happen? Alla. It’s a secret. However, if you kindly ask me maybe I am going to open it. Sumyatov. Please do me a favor. You have really intrigued me! Alla. Okay, listen. And don’t say that you haven’t heard. For example, you, men, desperately need beauty contests… Sumyatov. What for? Alla. Come on, you are not a kid… Take a guess. Well, don’t interrupt me! Сумятов. Okay, I am as dumb as a fish. Alla. However we, women, also need some kind of consolation in our lives, don’t you think so? Sumyatov. It’s up to you. Alla. Believe me, this is true. Sumyatov. So, what can console you? I have no idea. Alla. A mere trifle. Sumyatov. So, what is it? Alla. It is enough for us to know there real men still exist in this world, and they haven’t died out like mammoths. Sumyatov. You are talking about the tamers of mammoths?! Alla. Let it be your way. And don’t look at me so ironically. Sumyatov. Not at all, I assure you! Alla. I would say more. If such men don’t exist they should be invented. Sumyatov. I guess modern men have done a bad turn to you… Alla. Oh, those modern men! These sad and tiresome creatures are enable to bring happiness even in bed, not to mention other things. Sumyatov. What are you talking about? Alla. I say what I think. Sumyatov. Then poor you… Alla. Oh, don’t mention it. You’d better feel sorry for you. Sumyatov. Why? Alla. In case If we, women, would suddenly give up our romantic dreams. Who knows, where could it lead? Sumyatov. Most likely to the fine aggressive amazons? Alla. That’s why I am saying: don’t attempt upon dreams! Sumyatov. Is it so dangerous? Alla. Do not look so scared. I am not threatening you so far. Sumyatov. Thanks a lot. Victor Mancev enters. Mancev. Levan, was there an evening mail today? Levan. Sure there was, dear. Манцев. What about me? Is it a letter or a telegram? Levan. Sorry, my friend. Maybe tomorrow, eh? Mancev. Let’s hope for the best. Anna and Vasil Korobko, as well as Oleg Tomov enter. Tomov. Oh, what a nice walk we just had, guys! (Singing). «A division was moving forward through the valleys and hills…” Anna. It’s so quiet in the mountains by the evening, isn’t it, Vasil Vasil. \speaking with a Ukrainian accent\ It sure is, my sweat heart! Anna. I’d like some tea! I am feeling cold a bit. Vasil. Levan, two cups of tea, please! Levan. Would you like some cakes? They are absolutely fresh. Vasil. No, I don’t need them. Levan. Don’t need, don’t need! Again, the cakes are going to get dry. Take your tea and go, got it?! Vasil. Annushka, please drink your tea while it’s hot. Anna. Thanks, my dear! Tomov. I’d have a stiffener now, what about you, Vasil? Just a little bit, since I am so tired. Vasil. That’s true. But I don’t need it. Tomov. Or maybe your wife makes you save money? So, just tell me the truth, don’t wag the tail like a dog. Anna. Shame on you, Oleg! Tomov. Go, tell me! Vasil. Yes, a wife is a wife. Anna. Got it?! Tomov. You are such boring people. One can’t even have fun with you. Anna. Why can’t? You are welcome but mind your jokes. Levanchik, dear, was there some mail? Levan. Are you also waiting for a letter, eh? Anna. Don’t be so curious. It doesn’t become to you! Levan. What have I said? Why are you getting angry? Would you like a newspaper? Anna. Take a guess! Levan. You think I spare it, eh? Tomov. Anna, Levan is a good guy. Don’t beat him, you will need him in future. Anna. Go on, the floor is yours… (taking a newspaper). Vasil. What are they saying, Annuska? Tomov. What can they say? Just some idle things for emotional girls and old people. Anna. Oleg, you are a pain in the neck. How many people told you this? Tomov. Surprisingly, you are the only for today. Oh man! And she is my best friend’s wife! Alla. Aren’t you going to defend honor? Sumyatov. No, thanks. Alla. Are you consoling yourself with the thought that It wasn’t addressed to you? Sumyatov. It might be to me also. Whatever! Anna. Oh, guys, I can’t believe it! Levan. Hey, what’s that? Why are you shouting, eh? Vasil. Can I look at it? Tomov. It’s him! He looks so real. Mancev. What’s the matter? Anna. (reading). «On the photo: an adventurous conqueror of the forbidding Devil’s Fang mountain-climber Victor Mancev». Tomov. Vityok, can I shake your brave hand? Mancev. Why is there me only? Vasil. Don’t get upset, we don’t mind at all. Mancev. But why?! Anna. Oh, there is an urgent message here. Tomov. What’s that? Anna. Don’t tear up the newspaper! Mancev. Anna, read aloud. Anna. (reading). «Avalanche in Mountains». Tomov. Hey, everybody get silent! Anna. (reading). «Last night the dwellers of the local villages heard a threatening rumble…» We heard nothing didn’t we, Vasil? Tomov. You were sleeping like gophers in their holes. Anna. Hey, you! Mancev. Anna, go on! Anna. «A mighty avalanche fell down at midnight sharp. At that moment a radio connection with a group of mountaineers climbing up the Devil’s Fang broke». Tomov. The guys are totally screwed up! Vasil. Don’t croak! Anna. Spit three times and knock at a piece of wood right away! Tomov. Well, if it helps them… Vasil, where is your head to knock at? Anna. «By morning several rescue brigades headed for the mountains. However, the group of climbers have not been found yet. Their traces are lost». Levan. No wonder they are lost! The devil is going to break his neck there. Believe me or not? Mancev. That’ s why it is called the Devil’s Fang. Tomov. This peak won’t have mercy on anyone. And it won’t let anyone back. Anna. But we have gone through. Haven’t you forgotten? Tomov. It’s by a fluke. Blind luck. I wouldn’t take such a risk for the second time. (Singing). «Hey, apple, where are you rolling? Should you get to the Devil’s Fang you won’t roll back»! Anna. Vasil, Vitya, just tell him! Is there a hope? Vasil. Just a slight one. Mancev. In what area were they when the radio connection broke? Anna. It doesn’t say. Levan. Is there anything else? Anna. Yes, there is. (Reading). «Before this accident the Devil’s Fang was conquered only by a group of climbers headed by the famous mountaineer Victor Mancev…» Sumyatov. Alla, you see? Here is a bright confirmation of my words! Alla. What are you talking about? Sumyatov. Victor Mancev! The others are not even mentioned. Alla. Come on! Does it really matter now? Sumyatov. What about fairness? Where is fairness, I ask you? Anna. Vasil, from now on you won’t go to the mountains without me, got it?! Vasil. Without you – no way. Who am I going to look for there? Tomov. God, damn those mountains! Levan. Why are you saying that, eh? Listen, while we are coursing here they are perishing! Tomov. That’s true, Levan! We should go to rescue them. Anna. Vasil! Why are you silent? Vasil. What should I say? If we go, let’s go then. Levan. Aren’t we men, eh?! Anna. Sure we are! Vitya, tomorrow morning we are starting, right? Mancev. You know what guys… I can’t join you now. Anna. Why?! Tomov. What’s the matter Vityok? Are you crazy? Mancev. Crazy? No. I just need to stay at this camp for one or two days. Vasil. How are we going to go without you? Mancev. At least one day. Try to understand me, it is very important! Levan. We do understand you, dear! Believe it or not. Mancev. Oh, whatever! (Leaving). Sumyatov. You see, here is your idol in its true guise! Alla. You think he got scared? I don’t believe it! No way! Sumyatov. Don’t be such an idealist. Alla. Okay! I bet you came here with a specific purpose and you are not going to give it up. Sumyatov. With what purpose? Tell me! Don’t be shy! Alla. To overthrow the idols – here is you purpose! You don’t even hide it. Sumyatov. All or nobody. It would be just fair. Alla. And the climber Victor Mancev is going to be the first victim of your noble intention? Sumyatov. I guess, the victims are those whose fame he has appropriated. Alla. Oh, you, journalists! Sumyatov. Why are you so sarcastic? Alla. Doesn’t life seem boring to you with such a way of thinking? Sumyatov. I can’t understand you, Alla! Alla. Bad for you. Sumyatov. Sorry. Alla. Did you get offended? Don’t be a kid. Sumyatov. Well, Let me leave you and have a glass of tomato juice (Coming up the bar counter). One glass of bloody Mary, please! Tomov. You have a beautiful wife, buddy. I get envy you! Sumyatov. Please, don’t. We’ve just met. Tomov. Lucky you! One can fall in love with such a lady at the first sight. Sumyatov. And fall out of love after the first date. Tomov. Whatever. You won’t get offended If I run after her? Sumyatov. It’s up to you. (Leaves). Tomov. Levan, two alcohol cocktails to the first meeting please! Levan. Aren’t you crazy, dear? Tomov. Don’t kill the rising fair feeling. Just as an exception! I will be your debtor till the end of my life, believe me! Levan. Okay, but I am taking big risk. You know about the prohibition at our camp. Tomov. I got you. I am not a fool. How much? Levan. A double price. Tomov. If only risk would always be paid like that where could we find cowards, Levan? Levan. I am not insisting, dear. Tomov. Take your coins, you the risky guy! (Coming up to Alla). Excuse me for intrusion… Аllа. Don’t intrude and I won’t have to excuse you. Tomov. What a strict lady! Alla. I am a very expensive lady. Tomov. That’s good. I don’t like cheap stuff. Alla. Are you sure you can afford me? Tomov. I have a fat wallet, don’t worry. Wouldn’t you mind to have a drink with me? Alla. You’d better start with it. To what are we going to have a drink? Tomov. To you, my lady! Alla. It’s trite. Tomov. Then… Alla. Don’t strain yourself. I have an idea. Let’s drink to the real men, that they would still exist in our world! Tomov. Terrific toast! Anna. Vasil, listen! (reading a newspaper). «A house for sale. The house located in the suburban area faces the mountains, has five rooms and a garden of fifteen hundreds square meters…» It’s great, isn’t it? Vasil. Terrific! Anna. I wish I had such a house. We would take your mom there! The doctors tell her to walk more in the open air. Vasil. How much is it? Anna. It doesn’t say. Levanchik, how much could be a house in this area? Levan. It might be fifty or one hundred thousand dollars. Anna. Oh, It’s impossible! Levan. Why should I tell lies?! Anna. Come on, this is a daylight robbery! Levan. Hey, money means nothing! Now you have money, tomorrow you are down on your luck. But a house means family, children, grandchildren. You are not going to spare any money for it, believe me. Anna. Sure you won’t spare! But where are you going to get money? Levan. Money is just lying on the ground. Just take it, don’t get lazy! Анна. Oh, Levanchik where have you been while we together with Vasil were looking for our money on tops of the mountains? Vasil. We were looking for them but didn’t find. Tomov. Are you sure you didn’t? Vasil. Well, there is some. Anna. It’s not your business! Tomov. Anna, would you remind me: was there any information about a pigsty in that newspaper classified? Anna. I think no. Tomov. Then don’t waste your time – it’s not your variant. Anna. Why do think so? Tomov. Where are you going to breed your pigs? Right in the house? Anna. Vasil, just listen! Vasil. What’s that, my sweat heart? Anna. Oleg is laughing at us again. Vasil. God damn him! Tomov. Vasil, listen, here is a funny story! Allochka, you too. Once a photo reporter visited a young farmer at his place. Everything goes well: welcome dinner, photo session and stuff like that. On the next day, the farmer looks through the newspaper and sees a photo: he is embracing a pig. And there is a slug on the bottom: “Petka, the boar on the left, Vasil Korobko on the right”. Vasil. Hey, you, go to hell! Alla. Are you serious? Tomov. I told you this is an anecdote. Alla. No, I mean are you serious that those guys are really going to change mountains for pigs? Tomov. I am not kidding. Vasil, I saw you yesterday reading a book. What was the title? Vasil. Yesterday? Oh, yes! It was «Breeding of Sows at the Arctic Circle”. Tomov. He is an expert, I told you! Are you also keen on these grunting creatures? Alla. Are you crazy? I don’t care about this pig’s life! Anna. What did you say! Alla. What’s the matter? Anna. Aren’t you a Muslim? Alla. Oh, my God! Anna. The Muslims can’t stand pigs. The Koran forbids them. It says that pig is a dirty animal. Alla. Such a prejudice! Anna. And what do you know about them? Alla. About pigs? Actually, I haven’t thought of them… Anna. In your opinion pigs are just dirt, stench and scream? Alla. No, it’s also lard and meat. Anna. By the way, a pig is a very smart animal! Alla. Smart? Anna. And noble. There are even poems devoted to pigs. Alla. I would never think! Anna. And not bad poems, I tell you. Nobody would write such poems about you, Oleg. Tomov. You shot me dead, Anna! Anna. Here you go! Tomov. I promise you: when I get my own apartment I will buy a little piglet with a pinky snout. Anna. Are you going to keep it at your balcony? Tomov. No way! On the rug at the corridor. Anna. Vasil, did you hear that? What fun! Vasil. Don’t feel hurt, my girl! He is a good guy. Anna. I am okay. Vasil. Well, you said, fifteen hundreds square meters? Anna. Yes, fifteen. Facing the mountains… Victor Mancev is sitting on a bench in front of the camp building. Cyril Sumyatov comes out. Sumyatov. Wouldn’t you mind? Mancev. No, take a seat. Have you come out to smoke? Sumyatov. To breath with fresh air. Mancev. Anyway, help yourself. (Offers him a pack of cigarettes). Sumyatov. I prefer pipe. (Shows his pipe). Mancev. Amusing thingy! Sumyatov. One craftsman carved it. You wouldn’t believe it: when you hold it, it warms you up like a stove. It is absolutely indispensable in the mountains. Especially at nights. Mancev. You are right, it’s cold here at nights. Although, the stars are bigger and brighter. You just can’t take your eyes of them. Sumyatov. Charming? Mancev. I can’t get used to such beauty for many years already. Sumyatov. One can get used to everything. Mancev. Eternal mountains, eternal stars, eternal peace – and a human small and fussy. Such a big contrast. I feel it since my childhood. Sumyatov. Where were you born? Mancev. At one small town. If you look at the map you can see mountains around it. But in fact it’s located in a valley. There is no even a small hill around up to the horizon. Sumyatov. It’s amazing! Mancev. Life is even more amazing. Sumyatov. So, you didn’t see mountains in your childhood? Mancev. Sometimes, on a sunny calm day I saw their vague outlines. Sumyatov. Maybe it was a miracle? Mancev. The mountains seemed to be painted on a big canvas. But should a slight wind blow they disappeared immediately. Sumyatov. Did anyone except you see them? Mancev. Don’t take me for a dreamer or madman. Sumyatov. Oh, no, I didn’t mean that! Mancev. Everybody saw them. But most of people just didn’t notice. They were so common for them. Sumyatov. I quite understand them. Our life is so short. A human doesn’t care about eternal mountains. Mancev. You might be right. But at that time I thought that I am eternal too. Did you have such feeling in your childhood? Sumyatov. I did. But it faded away quickly. Mancev. When I learnt that in fact it is not like that I started crying at nights. I used to bury my head in the pillow and howl. I have never felt such despair since that time. Sumyatov. Have you tried to run away to the mountains? Mancev. Not once. My poor father! He used to give me good smacking in order to knock this bullshit out of my head – as he used to say. Sumyatov. I think he wished you only good. Mancev. My parents wished I were a banker. It was their great dream. Sumyatov. They can be proud of you even more after conquering the Devil’s Fang. Mancev. They haven’t lived to see it. Sumyatov. I am sorry. Mancev. They passed away with a sad feeling that their sun is loafer and loser. Sumyatov. There is one more paradoxes of life. Mancev. But you know what? Sometimes I am worried by a feeling that they were right. Sumyatov. I’d rather have a smoke… Mancev. Getting cold? Sumyatov. I feel chilly. Mancev. Then, smoke your stove quickly! Sumyatov. Sorry, I have no tobacco. Mancev. Then go back to the camp. It’s warm there. Sumyatov. And you? Mancev. Me too. I am not quite myself today. At the camp canteen. Alla. Oh, how tiresome! Oleg? Tomov. What’s that? Alla. Please do something! You are a man after all! Tomov. As a man I would suggest to invite you at my place. Alla. Where is it? Tomov. It’s not far from here. Just climb upstairs to the second floor. Alla. What is there? Tomov. Wine, music, intimate talking… Alla. It’s banal! Tomov. Let’s play forfeits then. Alla. How is it? Tomov. You’ll see. My friends! Levan! Levan. What, my dear? Tomov. Who knows why there are no flies here? Levan. It’s not a right season for them. They are sleeping. Tomov. The answer is not correct! Anna. They are gone to the south. Tomov. You are not right! Alla. They are dead of boredom. Tomov. That’s right! I am afraid, my friends, that we are going to face the same sad end. Levan. What can you suggest, dear? Tomov. I suggest to play forfeits. Anna. Any toy is okay that keeps a baby at play! Vasil. What is it? Tomov. The game is very simple. Let me explain you the rules. One person is waiting behind the door while the rest are changing something in their images. But, keep in mind, Anna you can change your hairstyle, for instance – not your husband. Anna. Very witty! Tomov. The most watchful and attentive will be a winner. Alla. And a looser what is going to do? Tomov. He has to sing or dance or at least tell a story if he is so mediocre. Alla. Who is going to wait behind the door? Not me! Tomov. А lot will tell us. Levan, a box of matches please! Levan. One dollar! Alla. Catch it! (Throwing him a box of matches). Tomov. Okay… Now I am breaking one mach. Who pulls it out will wait behind the door. Let’s start, Allochka! Alla. Why would I be the first? Tomov. Because you are the most beautiful! Alla. Well, if it is so… then (Pulling out a match). A long one! Tomov. Levan, take your chance! Levan. It’s going to be a long one, believe me! (pulling out). I told you, eh! Tomov. Anna take your chance now. Anna. I wonder, when will you grow up? (pulling out). A long one! You see, Vasil? Vasil. I do. (pulling out). Tomov. What do you have there? Vasil. The same as Annushka. Cyril Sumyatov enters. Alla. Hey, you, a journalist – what’s your name – come and join us! Tomov. Pull it out. Don’t get out! Sumyatov. Well, whatever… (pulling out). Tomov. A long one again! Well, it looks like I am to hang around behind the door. Victor Mancev enters. Tomov. Vitya, join the company! Mancev. (Pulling out). A short one. Tomov. It’s your fate Vityok! Go out of the door. Mancev. For how long? Tomov. I guess five minutes will be enough for everybody to make drastic changes. Mancev. Okay, time is running! (gets out of the door). Tomov. Guys, quicker, quicker! Allochka, you are just charming! Levan, what about you?! Levan. Don’t worry, dear, Levan knows what he is doing. Tomov. Anna, Vasil, what are you arguing about? Anna. I want him to put on my skirt, but he wouldn’t agree. Tomov. Lovely idea! But you have little time for changing, come up with something easier. And you, why are you standing as pillar of salt like Lot’s wife? Sumyatov. I can seat down. Tomov. Everybody has changed? Vityok, come in! Victor Mancev enters. Tomov. Vityok, be watchful! Mancev. Levan, why have you put on a cap? Are you cold? Levan. My friend, your eyes are as sharp as eagle’s! Mancev. Vasil, give Anna her beads back. They don’t look good at you. Vasil. That’s what I told her! Anna. Oh, just look at this dandy! Mancev. I see a flower bloomed in your hear. Alla. Isn’t it charming? Mancev. I think so. Oleg, get out a handkerchief out of your pocket. Since when do you wear a handkerchief? Tomov. You, the sharp-eyed monster! Mancev. What has changed to you, Cyril? I can’t remember. Sumyatov. The same as to everybody. Mancev. Did you have mustaches? Sumyatov. Don’t you think that I have just shaved them away? Mancev. You are a mysterious person to me. I give up. Sumyatov. It’s a pity. You forgot that I was holding a pipe when you went out of the door. Levan. Oh, buddy! Alla. Take a forfeit, take a forfeit! Tomov. How’s that, Vityok? Alla. An immediate retribution! Don’t even think to sneak away. Mancev. One should be able to lose with dignity. I am at your service. Tomov. I announce a contest for the best forfeit for him! Levan. Let him eat five cakes. Tomov. Levan, don’t be so mercenary. It’s not good, is it, Allochka? Levan. Hey, what special did I say?! Аnna. Let’s forgive him for the first time. Alla. No way! Playing means playing. I want him to tell us some story. Mancev. I am a terrible story-teller, I worn you. Alla. A scary story so that blood would freeze! Tomov. Allochka, you are irresistible! Any other ideas? So, Vityok, you have to accept this. Mancev. Well, if you insist. Alla. Will you begin like an adventurous novel. It happened one dark night. It was lightning and the thunder was growling… Go on! Mancev. Keep in mind that I was just an oblique participant of those events. I witnessed myself just a part of the things, a great deal I have to guess only… Alla. Listen, the door has creaked. Who is there?! Levan. It’s just wind, believe me. Let me close the door. Mancev. Well, it happened by the end of winter. We were climbing a peak of eight thousand height using the Alpine style. Alla. Uff, I am trembling with fear already! Tomov. Just wait, there is worse to come, Allochka! Mountaineers are risky people. Alla. But I didn’t understand what is the eight thousand height peak? Tomov. A small tumor on the mother Earth which is located eight thousand meters above the sea level. Sumyatov. According to statistics, each conquering of such tumors involves death accidents. Alla. Wow, it’s so interesting! And what means this… how is it called?… Tomov. Alpine style? Alla. Exactly! Tomov. Climbing up with all your provisions and outfit. In some cases the rucksack behind your shoulders is as heavy as you are. Alla. Is it possible to climb some other way? Tomov. In some cases there are special transit camps along all the route where you can pick up the necessary stuff placed there before. So, the climbers can enjoy walking with light baggage like fops in the downtown. Sumyatov. It is really easier. Why to complicate things? Аnna. By the way, why to take such risks climbing the mountains at all? You can get there by plan after all. Sumyatov. Seriously, why to take such risks? Аnna. Vasil, just listen! Vasil. He thinks so, so what? Levan. Hey, are we listening to the story or what? Alla. Okay, I am silent. And all of you too! Go on, Victor! Mancev. We were having devil’s own luck during the most part of the route. It was a sunny day, a little frosty. We had not a trifling injury. Alla. And when does the most scaring begin? Tomov. It’s coming soon, just wait. Mancev. Several days were left before we reach the top of the mountain. Suddenly, the temperature got low, and a strong contrary wind started blowing. Our eyes got blind, it was difficult to breathe. Alla. How terrible! Don’t say a word more! Mancev. It was too risky to climb further. But the aim seemed to be so close… Two friends, the young obsessed guys were annoyed most of all. And then an expedition guide told them: «Go, check it out and get back» warning: «It is dangerous». But the friends just laughed: «While we are together, nothing is dangerous for us. We will follow each other through fire and water». «And to abyss», – one of them added. So, they were gone. Alla. Tell me just one thing: did they die? Mancev. The worst thing happened to them. Alla. What can be worse than death? I can’t imagine! Levan. To lose one’s dignity as we say at our mountain area. Anna. Let him finish the story after all! Alla. Tell us what happened! Don’t tire us out! Mancev. Nothing special. Everybody who climb the mountains should be ready for this. One of the two friends fell down to the abyss. Sumyatov. You are telling this so calmly! Mancev. That guy was so much striving to the top as if he left something extremely important there. But he was hurrying too much. His foot slide down, he hardly had a second to scream or even realize what happened. Sumyatov. But where was another one? He could see it and get help. Mancev. Could he? I doubt it. They were climbing rope-tied. He fell down from a sharp jerk but was lucky to catch on a rock. While the one in front of him was hanging over the abyss. Alla. I can imagine: a little man over big abyss. Scary picture! I saw this in some movie. Mancev. It was exactly like this. One man is over the abyss, another one is gripping the rock like grim death. And there is only a thin rope between them. It was thin, but firm, a assure you. Alla. I guess he immediately rushed to save his friend? Mancev. Like I said it was sunny and warm day before the accident. But suddenly it got bitter cold. Vasil. The surface got ice-crusted, got it? Mancev. He was afraid to make an accidental movement and slide down to the abyss. And his friend… When falling he was about to cut his head open and was hanging without any life signs. Do you know what despair means? There were not cowards at all. But all they had is to wait without any hope for rescue… Sumyatov. Early or later they were to be searched and rescued anyway. Mancev. Or later… you are right. That was exactly what he must be thinking at the moment, holding his friend by the skin of his teeth and waiting for the moment when he gets exhausted and they fall down together. Anna. Vitya, maybe that’s enough for today. Alla. Are you going to stop at the most absorbing moment?! Mancev. Well, my throat got dry. Levan. Just a second, dear. Here you go, drink it! It’s free. Mancev. Thank you… So, what I was talking about? Sumyatov. About the tragic fate common for both. Mancev. Yeah… But you know one of them could escape it if he cut off the rope. Sumyatov. But who? Mancev. What do you think? Sumyatov. I have no idea. I have never been in such a scrape. Mancev. The one who is above the abyss? Usually, there is a slight hope up to the last moment. However, when the self-preservation instinct dies it’s too late already. Sumyatov. And the one who was holding him? Do you think he could? Mancev. Why not? How many suiciders have you met in your life? Sumyatov. Not a single one fortunately. Mancev. So, he was also young and wanted to live. Alla. Therefore he let his friend fall to the bottom of the abyss? Levan. What are you talking about, eh? Switch on your brain! Mancev. When they were found he was holding a knife in his hand. The rescuers could hardly unclench his frozen fingers. There was a slight knife cut on the rope. Anna. Oh, that’s enough for me. I can’t listen further. Vasil, let’s go! I feel sick. Vasil. As you say. Anna. Good night to all. We are going to bed. Alla. So early? Anna. We’ve got accustomed to get asleep early. Am I right, Vasil? Vasil. Sure, my dear. Аnna and Vasil leave. Alla. What’s the matter with them? Tomov. The are just-married! Alla. And with you? Тоmov. What do you mean? Alla. You have turned pale! Tomov. Get along with you! Alla. Оh!.. Sumyatov. So, I can’t understand why was he waiting? They were found not so soon, right? During this time he could cut the rope hundreds of times and save his own life. Mancev. That’s what I can’t understand until now. What made his hand not to cut it? Alla. To me all is clear. Most likely, the one who fell down was pleading him not to do it. Mancev. I don’t think so. He was unconscious. He could not plead to cut the rope. Do you understand? Levan. Sure we do, dear! Аlla. As for me, not at all! Sumyatov. Well, everything is so clear! Is He was left alone with his own conscience. Mancev. I assure you they had a lot to talk about. At some moments the life preservation instinct was prevailing and then he took the knife. At others his conscience was overcoming and he dropped the knife. Sumyatov. It was a life and death struggle. It could be a sensational headline! Mancev. Fortunately, the snowstorm calmed down and other guys from the expedition got in time. You already know what they saw there. Alla. So, nobody got injured? Levan. Oh, you, lady! Mancev. They got off with a scratch or two. Sorry if I have disappointed you. Alla. You are kidding at me. Have I said something stupid? Mancev. The rescuers called a helicopter by radio connection and brought everyone down to the camp. So, none of them got to the peak that day. Sumyatov. I can’t understand one thing. Mancev. Which one? Sumyatov. Who were you of those two? Mancev. It doesn’t matter… So, have I passed my forfeit? Alla. I could listen for you till morning. It’s so absorbing! Mancev. Levan, buddy, have you by any chance put some soporific into my glass? My eyes are getting heavy. Levan. Are you kidding, my friend?! Sumyatov. Wait, you can’t leave just like this! Mancev. I can as you see. Victor Mancev leaves. Cyril Sumyatov follows him. Alla. Everybody has gone… Oleg, why are you silent? Tomov. Thinking. Alla. About what? Tomov. I’d rather have another drink. Don’t you mind, Allochka? Alla. Get along with you! Are we going to play further? Tomov. I guess everybody is full with this game. Alla. I want to go on! Tomov. Do you have only this desire? Alla. A lady is getting bored next to you. Shame on you! Tomov. I feel guilty. Alla. What are you thinking about? Tomov. It doesn’t matter. Levan! Levan. Hey, don’t shout so loudly! I am not deaf. Tomov. Do you have a guitar? Levan. Sure I do. Tomov. Get it here! Levan. Sing us, dear. And then we are closing. It’s night already. Tomov. Don’t hurry up time, Levan. Our night is just starting. Am I right Allochka? Alla. It’s amazing! I don’t feel sleepy at all. Tomov. Good girl. This night will be all ours! (Sings a song about mountaineers). Light turns off. When it turns on again it is already morning. Levan is making tables at the canteen. Mikhalych is sitting at one of the tables. Levan. You know what day is it today? Mikhalych. It’s been Sunday since morning. Levan. Why aren’t you at home, eh? Mikhalych. I feel comfortable among people. I am too lonely at the empty apartment. Levan. I wish I had your problems! Mikhalych. I wouldn’t wish them on my bitter enemy. A person needs other people to feel their breathing next to him. Otherwise everything doesn’t make sense. Levan. Then why don’t you get married? A man should have a family – a wife and children – believe me. Mikhalych. I used to have family. Should I settle down with a new one? No, I wouldn’t. And it’s too late. Levan. Oh, don’t tell me! At the Caucasus a man might get married at one hundred years old and his wife delivers him a heir. Got it? Mikhalych. You are good guy, Levan. Let me seat here for a while, okay? I wouldn’t disturb you. Levan. Am I turning you out? Please, seat, dear. Mikhalych. Thank you. Levan. Oh, don’t mention it! Anna and Vasil Korobko come in. Аnna. Good morning all! Mikhalych. You are right, today’s morning is really good. Look, how sunny it is! Аnna. That’s why we got up so early. Levan, the guys haven’t come downstairs yet? Levan. No. Аnna. That’s what I told you, Vasil. They are going to sleep till the lunch time. I bet, yesterday they left after midnight. Am I right, Levan? Levan. Yeah. Аnna. So, we’ll be able to get back in time, don’t worry. Vasil. I wish we could. Аnna. Levan, how long does it take to get to the city and get back? Levan. One way takes a couple of hours, the round way is the same… Plus one hour is for this and that. So, just count. Аnna. And when are we starting? Levan. Starting what? Аnna. To save those guys at the mountains. Didn’t you forget? Levan. Oh, how can I forget?… Аnna. Then what’s the matter with you? Hey, look into my eyes! Levan. My wife wouldn’t let me go. She swore that if I go to the mountains she would grab a son and a daughter and leave for her parents. So, no way I can join you. Аnna. Here we go! Did you hear that, Vasil? Vasil. Sure I did. Levan. One person more, one person less – what a big deal! Vasil. You are right actually… Аnna. And we shall go! Levan. I would also go believe me! But I can’t! Vasil. Don’t get upset, Levan. I understand you. Mikhalych. Excuse me guys for interrupting you. I heard you are going to the city, am I right? Аnna. Actually we haven’t decided yet. Of course we’d like to go, but I am afraid our guys would leave without us. Mikhalych. What do you need at the city? Maybe I could be of some service to you. Аnna. We read a classified at the newspaper yesterday: a house for sale, five rooms and a garden… We’ve been dreaming of such a house for a long time. Vasil. So, let’s return form the mountains and then go to the city. Аnna. You think such house is going to wait for you? It’s not a house – a palace! Mikhalych. I would advise you not to postpone it for later. You might get nothing later, I know! Vasil. Are you serious, daddy? Mikhalych. I wish I were wrong! But unfortunately this is bitter truth. So, go immediately! I can see you off if you don’t mind. Аnna. We really appreciate your help. However… we need to go to the mountains. Mikhalych. That’s what my son always used to tell me: «Dad, the mountains are waiting for me». And he was gone as if I were not waiting for him. One day he left and never came back… Levan. Oh, why haven’t you told us before, dear? Mikhalych. He was the same age as you are. So, as a person who is as old as your fathers I have a right to warn you. Don’t try to live only for high ideals. Live for a person next to you. You know, this is the only chance to be happy in our earthy world. Аnna. What do you think, Vasil? Vasil. As you say. Аnna. And I will say! We are going to the city. Levan! Levan. Don’t shout so loudly, I beg you! Аnna. Tell the guys that we left for the city. Let them wait for us! Levan. I will, I will… Аnna. So, are you going to join us? Mikhalych. With great pleasure! Аnna. Sorry, I don’t know your name. Mikhalych. You can call me Mikhalych. My son used to call me like this. I am okay with it. Levan. I am going to see you off to the bus, okay? Vasil. Let’s go Levan. It’s more fun together. Everybody is gone. Cyril Sumyatov and Alla Bokova come in. Alla. So, you don’t agree? Sumyatov. Yes. You have to take another companion. Alla. Here they are, our modern men! Sumyatov. You forgot that I came here not for entertaining. Alla. And I am just the other way around. Sumyatov. Oh, poor your husband! Алла. Come on… It’s poor me. And him… Just be sure he lives to his own pleasure. Sumyatov. Does he? Alla. No doubt. Why do you think he sent off me here? Sumyatov. Hopefully there was no violence. Alla. I bet now he has been sitting at his favorite radio station day and night. It replaces him his home and wife. Sumyatov. He doesn’t love you? Alla. You mean Pavel? He is crazy about me! Sure, I have no idea how to conquer a mountain but in conquering a man’s heart I have no superior. Sumyatov. Then I don’t understand why he prefers some radio station instead of you. Alla. Men are tired of monotony. Haven’t you noticed it yourself? Sumyatov. Perhaps. Alla. And what can be more boring than a marriage-bed? That’s why while a wife is cooking, washing, ironing, and nursing children a husband sneaks from home in search of adventures. Sumyatov. You have a wired view on family life. And especially on man’s role in it. Alla. Yet my poor mother warned me about it. Oh, she has had bitter experience! Sumyatov. Then why did you get married if you knew all that? Alla. I can’t say it now. But at that time… You know, men have one weak point and I was going to use it freely. Sumyatov. You think only one? Alla. Don’t catch me on words. Each man has a whole bunch of weak points. But all without any exception are terribly jealous. The most scary thing for them is to lose something that belongs to them. Do you agree? Sumyatov. I wouldn’t take a risk to argue. Alla. Good job. As soon as a man suspect his wife of cheating… he starts flying over her like a bumblebee over a flower drinking a nectar from her lips even if he refused from it just yesterday. Sumyatov. Oh, I guess I got you! You came here to provoke a jealous instinct in your husband, right? Alla. What else can I do? Sumyatov. Indeed! A goal shall be reached by all means, right? Alla. I want to get my husband back to the family and for this sake I am ready for all. Sumyatov. Has he run away from you? It seems to me you’ve done this. Alla. This is just seemingly. Should I consider a man who shows up at home late at night, has dinner and the next moment disappears at the bedroom terribly snoring to be my husband!? Oh, he gets so tired at his work!Sumyatov. But if it has been always like that… Alla. Oh, God what are you talking about? Sumyatov. Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. Alla. It started when Pavel was appointed a chief of the radio station. He has changed drastically since that. He became reserved and silent. Levan enters. Sumyatov. Good morning Levan! Levan. Hi dear! Aren’t you hungry, eh? Would you like some cakes? Sumyatov. No, thanks for nothing … Alla, I am sorry, but I really have no time. Alla. Oh, really?! I wonder, why I got so expansive with you? Sumyatov. I have no idea. Alla. You seem to be trustworthy. Such men are dangerous. Sumyatov. Don’t worry, I won’t get you any harm. Alla. I don’t care. Hey there, what’s your name? Levan. Levan. Alla. Listen, Levan, I’d like to get to the city. What is a shuttle schedule? Levan. It leaves in five minutes. Alla. What about the next one? Levan. Only in the evening. Alla. What should I do? I am going to get bored to death here. Levan. You still can get there in time. It’s quite close. Want me to see you off? Alla. No, thanks, I know where it is. Okay, I really might get in time. Oh, whatever… Bye! Sumyatov. Have fun there! Alla Bokova leaves. She runs into Victor Mancev at the doorway. Mancev. Excuse me… What’s the matter with her, Levan? Levan. Why are you asking me?! Mancev. You might be the reason. Good morning! Sumyatov. Morning. Mancev. Have you got the mail today? Levan. No, dear. Mancev. Didn’t you forget? I am expecting. Levan. Sure I remember. Mancev. So, there wasn’t. And it is not going to be… Oh, no, it can’t be so.. Levan. What are you talking about my friend? Mancev. Oh, just nothing. The weather is fine since early morning, isn’t it? Sumyatov. You are a nice observer as usual. Mancev. Please, don’t exaggerate. Aren’t you get offended on me yesterday? Sumyatov. Not at all. Why should I? Mancev. I really was too bally sleepy. Sumyatov. I hope you had good sleep. Mancev. Not bad, thanks. Do you want to get back own? Sumyatov. How? Mancev. To play chess. I suggest a shotgun game. Just ten minutes. Sumyatov. To take a victory over Victor Mancev himself! It’s temping. Mancev. First catch your hare, as our Vasil would say. Levan, could you please give us chess and a watch. Where do you hide them? Levan. Just a second, dear. I don’t hide them at all. (Carrying out a chess box and a watch) Sumyatov. Do you prefer defense or offense? Mancev. And what about you? Sumyatov. I don’t care. What matters is the final result. Left hand, please! Mancev. Well, I have evil luck as always. Go rush! Sumyatov. As they used to say in good old times I have an honor to attack you. Mancev. You are a risky guy. Sumyatov. Isn’t a right to risk a priority of mountaineers only? Mancev. Many people take risk. But few of them win. Sumyatov. Is it an aphorism of your own? Mancev. It is a mountain law. Sumyatov. I wouldn’t like to experience it on my own. Mancev. Aren’t you going to climb the mountains? Sumyatov. No. Mancev. Right. Run away from them. Sumyatov. Is that you who tells me that!? Mancev. Run away from them I tell you, until they drink you down as you drink your morning cup of coffee. Sumyatov. Why don’t you flee from the mountains? Mancev. It’s impossible to flee from yourself. The same thing will happen anywhere. Sumyatov. What thing? Mancev. A man comes into the world and passes away. Sumyatov. Are you talking about the meaning of life? Mancev. He is strong, healthy and ambitious at the beginning. But as time passes he turns into a decrepit gummer. And he realizes that all is vanity of vanities. But it is too late. Sumyatov. But not all feel like this! Mancev. This is an everybody’s destiny. There are ambitious dreams at the beginning and then there is a bitter frustration. Sumyatov. But what if not to dream of becoming heroes and idols? Just live quiet and modest life. Many people live like that. Mancev. They are already just ashes remained from the big fires. Sumyatov. You think so? Mancev. I am not mentioning the presents. Sumyatov. Tell me, what drives you? Mancev. Hazard. Sumyatov. And that’s it?! Mancev. What do you know about hazard? Sumyatov. This feeling is familiar to everyone. Mancev. But not everyone knows the truth about it. Sumyatov. So, what is bad about hazard? Mancev. It creeps up on you insensibly and just of a sudden grabs your throat. Sumyatov. Just like robber! Mancev. Even worse… A robber would grab your purse only while hazard deprives you of your brain and conscience. Sumyatov. So, it’s impossible to avoid? Mancev. Why impossible? If you overcome yourself. Sumyatov. To overcome your passion of adventure-seeking? Mancev. You are reading my mind. Sumyatov. But how to do it? Mancev. You could for example climb down the mountain and stick to the bar stand. Sumyatov. Just like that guy isn’t it? Mancev. Yes, he used to be a brave mountaineer. Hey, Levan, how many times have you tried to climb up the Devil’s Fang? Three? Levan. Why three?! Two. Mancev. And you failed both times. Levan. Hey, for the third time I would have won it, believe me! Mancev. I remember I was sure that you would do it before me. Levan. My wife used to say: “you will never have a son, I am not going to bring up the orphans”. Am I an enemy to my children? Sumyatov. Why did she say that? Levan. Twice I broke my legs and arms, once I hardly survived. She is a human being after all, isn’t she? Mancev. Strong passions are harmful, Levan. Your wife is right. Sumyatov. So, you deprive hazard of any merits of humanity? Mancev. Of all merits except one. Levan. Don’t tell me about it. God damn it! Sumyatov. Which one? Mancev. Hazard is like Pygmalion. Sumyatov. You mean that fabulous artist of Ancient Greece? In what way? Mancev. It can turn an ordinary person into a hero able to climb any mountains. Sumyatov. Here you go, you admit that! Mancev. But the person has to pay for it too much. Sumyatov. If you mean life then it’s not excessive price. A person pays it for any trifle. Mancev. You are right. Life is not worth regretting. Sumyatov. Then what are you talking about? Mancev. Here you go: mate four moves. Sumyatov. You are kidding! Mancev. Look! Sumyatov. Damn it! (Sweep off the chess from the desk). Mancev. Do you always take losses so impulsively? Sumyatov. Sorry. I am going to get everything back, don’t worry. Mancev. I don’t mean that. You see, you are impassioned with hazard too! Sumyatov. I agree, I do have such a weakness. Mancev. You think just weakness and that’s it? Sumyatov. What else? Mancev. You find such behavior absolutely normal? Sumyatov. I don’t see what is unnatural about it. Mancev. Don’t you see with how wild passion you were longing to win? Sumyatov. Oh, it’s too emphatic. Don’t you write poems by any chance? Mancev. I hope nobody has ever called you a hypo maniac? Sumyatov. Fortunately, no. Who is that? Mancev. It’s a manic at liberty, not yet locked in a felt-lined cell. Sumyatov. You think that a little impatience during a game is the first sign of gravy madness? Mancev. It’s a delusion of victory. Sumyatov. You are driving me mad really. What’s the hell is that? Mancev. It’s a price for hazard. Sumyatov. I see, but could you please be more concrete? Mancev. Are you afraid of psychological disorders? Sumyatov. As any normal person. Mancev. And you know, there is certain charm about them. There is a feeling like some drafts are blowing through your empty skull or like rats dwell there. Sumyatov. How disgusting! Hey, what do you mean by that? Mancev. Nothing except I’ve just said. Levan, is there any news about the lost expedition? Levan. There are no newspapers… How could I know? Mancev. I wonder, what is going on there? Levan. They will find them, don’t worry, dear! Mancev. You think so? Levan. There are so many rescuers involved. Everybody is searching. I bet they will find them. Mancev. Everybody but not all… Levan. One person more, one person less – what does it change? Mancev. Maybe nothing, but might be a lot… Was there any radio broadcasts? Levan. Oh, I absolutely forgot about the radio believe it or not. Levan turns on the radio. An anchor is talking: «The urgent message is to be repeated right after a music break”. Music is playing. Mancev. It looks like the message is going to be about them! Levan. Oh, we missed it! Me, holey head… Sumyatov. They are going to repeat it. Turn on the volume please! Levan. It’s on maximum. Sumyatov. I can’t believe that in this very moment people are dying somewhere. Mancev. The weather today is not suitable for saying good-bye to life. Sumyatov. Is there the suitable weather? Mancev. It’s up to ones mood. If might be for example raining heavily or snowing wet. Sumyatov. To my mind, dying is always frightening at any weather. Mancev. You must be an avid atheist. Sumyatov. What about you? Do you believe in afterlife? Mancev. It depends on what you mean by that. Sumyatov. I mean the pastures of Heaven crowded with the righteous men playing harps. Or does the hellfire appeal to you more? Mancev. Nether the first one nor the second. This all is not for me. Sumyatov. Unfortunately we are not offered any other variant. There is either traditional concept of afterlife or a corpse being eaten by the wombs. Dust and ashes… Mancev. That’s enough for me in case I am to be a stone in my future life. Sumyatov. Why not a bird? Mancev. If I had a chance to make my choice… Sumyatov. Let’s assume that it’s up to you. Mancev. Then I prefer to be an eagle. When I see how these proud birds are soaring above the tops of the mountains I have a heart longing. Could it be a presentment? Sumyatov. I would say a reflection of what used to be. It means that it’s not your first life in this world. Mancev. That’s a pity. If it is so, I don’t remember anything. A radio anchor speaking: «And now we repeat the urgent message!» Levan. Hey, listen everybody! Alla Bokova enters. Alla. Just imagine, the bus has left right from under my nose… Mancev. Quiet! Alla. I am not talking to you, by the way. Sumyatov. Please, be quiet! Alla. What’s the matter? An anchor’s voice: «Despite the desperate efforts of the rescuing crews the missing group of mountaineers has not been found yet. The connection failed after the avalanche fell down the top of the Devil’s Fang. The last message which was broadcasted by Pavel Bokov the group radio operator was that they were hearing a strong roar». Alla. What did he say? Levan. God, will this woman ever keep her mouth shut or not?! Alla. What did he say, I ask you!? Mancev. Not found yet. Alla. I don’t men that. The name! Did you hear the name? Mancev. You mean the radio operator? Alla. Yes! Mancev. I think Pavel. Levan. Bokov? Sumyatov. Exactly. Pavel Bokov. Alla. It’s impossible. You misunderstood! Sumyatov. I have professional memory for names. Alla. But he is at home now. Do you hear me? Or he might be at his radio station. Sumyatov. Isn’t he your… Alla. My husband! Sumyatov. Calm down. It might be some mistake. I am not so sure now. Alla. No, it’s not a mistake. I felt it. My heart has been hurting me for three days. That was the reason why he sent me here. I couldn’t understand his unusual patience and later why his mobile phone was silent… Mancev. Levan, bring some water please! Levan. Your husband is alive, believe me or not! Alla. How do you know?! Oh, leave me alone. This is terrible! What has he done? I will never forgive him this! He used to go mountain climbing before our wedding, but he quitted it. He never even said a word about it since that… Mancev. Make a phone call home. Alla. What did you say? Mancev. Do you have a home phone? Alla. Yes, I do. Mancev. So, make a call! If nobody answers, call the neighbors or his office. Anyway somebody should know where he is and what happened to him. Alla. How can I make a phone call here? My mobile is out of service. What a damned place! Levan. Please don’t curse, ok! Follow me. And don’t cry, I beg you. Levan and Alla Bokova leave. Mancev. Are you sure that you heard it right? Sumyatov. Absolutely. Pavel Bokov. Who could ever think that! Mancev. One surprise after another. Sumyatov. I hope no more surprises are following. It’s more than enough. Mancev. Never is a long day. Levan enters. Levan. The line is busy. She said she is going to wait till night. Mancev. She will, Levan, be sure. Levan. But why would she cry, hey? I can’t stand woman’s tears believe me or not? Mancev. Neither do I. Sumyatov. Women cry in any case. The reason is not needed. Mancev. By the way, where are our guys? I haven’t seen none of them for a long time. Levan. The just married left for the city. Mancev. What about Oleg? Levan. I haven’t seen him today. Mancev. And you? Sumyatov. Neither have I. Mancev. It’s almost afternoon… Didn’t he say anything yesterday? Levan. Just sang. Then went to bed. They left together with that lady. Sumyatov. So, you assume… Mancev. Do you have another guess? Sumyatov. But why did he leave to save the missing expedition alone? Mancev. Maybe because I didn’t do that. Sumyatov. But why? I can’t understand! Mancev. In order to prove. Sumyatov. To whom?! To you? Or maybe to me? Or him? Mancev. To all of us. And first of all – to himself.
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