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A.S.Griboyedov
WOE FROM WIT
(A Four Act Comedy)

CAST:
Pavel Afanasyevich Famusov, head of office
Sofia Pavlovna, his daughter
Lizzie, maid
Alexey Stepanovich Molchalin, Famusov's secretary living in his house
Alexander Andreyevich Chatsky
Colonel Skalozub, Sergey Dmitriyevich
The Goriches:
Natalia Dmitriyevna, young lady
Platon Mikhailovich, her husband
Count Tugoukhovsky
Countess, his wife with six daughters
The Khryumins:
Countess, the granny
Countess, the daughter
Anton Antonovich Zagoretsky
Old Khlyostova, Famusov's sister-in-law
Mr. N.
Mr. D.
Repetilov
Petrushka and some footmen
A large number of guests of all ranks and footmen engaged at departure of guests.
Famusov's waiters.


The scene is laid in Moscow at Famusov's house.




ACT 1


Scene 1


A sitting room with a big clock in it, to the right is Sofia's bedroom door, the sound of a piano and a flute come from Sofia's room, then the music ceases. Lizzie is asleep hanging down from the armchair (It is morning. The day is just about to break.)
Lizzie
(wakes up suddenly, raises from the chair, looks around):
It's dawning! ...Oh! How fast
The night has passed!
They didn't let me go to bed
'In expectation of a friend'.
I had to be on the alert,
It's only now that I could doze
Sitting like this, in such a pose!
I could have fallen from the chair!
It's dawn... They must be unaware...
(knocks at Sofia's door)
Sir! Madame! What a plight!
You have been chattering all night,
Sir, are you deaf? Ma'am, do you hear?
No, they do not seem to fear.
(walks away from the door)
Look out, uninvited guest!
The father may appear!
I serve a loving woman, yes!
(moves to the door again)
It's time to part. Stop that conversation!
(Sofia's voice):
What time is it?
Lizzie:
The house is all in agitation.
Sofia
(from her room):
What is the time?
Lizzie:
It is about seven, eight or nine...
Sofia
(from the same place):
It isn't true.
Lizzie
(goes away):
Ah, this damn amour!
They do not want to get me right...
Those shutters keeping out the light!
I'll put the clock a little on, although
There'll be a row, I know.
(gets on the chair, moves the hour hand; the clock strikes and plays the tune)




Scene 2


Lizzie and Famusov.
Lizzie:
It's you, sir ?
Famusov:
Yes, it's me.
(stops the clock music)
You naughty little mischief maker! I didn't know!
I had just wondered what it could be:
Now it's a flute, now it's a piano,
It's much too early in the day
For Sofia to play.
Lizzie:
No, sir... For once...
I did it quite by chance.
Famusov:
That's it:
I must be on the watch indeed,
It was intended to be sure.
(cuddles up to her)
You naughty girl, you mischief maker, you are!..
Lizzie:
Naughty yourself! The words you say
Do not befit you, do they?
Famusov:
You're modest but the frivolous kind,
Frivolities and mischief are all you have in mind.
Lizzie:
It's you who's frivolous, let go, will you?
Compose yourself, old man.
Famusov:
I'm not quite old.
Lizzie:
Should somebody come in, what shall we do?
Famusov:
Who may come here now, uncalled?
Is Sofia asleep?
Lizzie:
Just gone to bed.
Famusov:
Just now? And what about the night?
Lizzie:
She read.
Famusov:
The kind of whim she has, you see?
Lizzie:
She's reading there under lock and key.
Famusov:
You tell her what: she mustn't spoil her sight
For reading is of little worth. It's just a fashion.
She doesn't sleep from reading French at night,
I fall asleep when I read Russian.
Lizzie:
When she gets up I'll tell her so,
You'll wake her up, I'm afraid, please go.
Famusov:
I'll wake her up? Why, it is you not me
Who starts the clock and makes it play a symphony.
Lizzie
(raising her voice):
Now stop it, will you?
Famusov
(shutting her mouth):
Why shout like that?
Are you going mad?
Lizzie:
There's something wrong about it, I fear.
Famusov:
About what, my dear?
Lizzie:
You ought to know for you're not a little one:
Young women's sleep is light at down,
They hear every whisper, a door creak, or a sigh,
They hear everything.
Famusov:
No, it's a lie.
Sofia:
(her voice comes from her room)
Ah, Lizzie!
Famusov:
(quickly)
Hush!
(Tiptoeing out of the room hurriedly)
Lizzie
(alone in the room)
He's gone. Beware of masters, they
Will cause you trouble any day.
Of all the woes may God deliver us from both
From their love and their wrath.




Scene 3


Lizzie, Sofia candle in hand, followed by Molchalin.
Sofia
What's up, Liz? You're making such a noise...
Lizzie
You find it hard to part, of course,
Locked up all night -- it is enough, my lady.
Sofia
My, it's the break of day already!
(puts out the candle)
It's light and gloom. The night's so quick to pass!
Lizzie
You may be gloomy. And I feel much worse.
Your father took me by surprise,
I shifted, dodged and told him lies.
(to Molchalin)
Don't stand like that! Just take your bow,
I see that you are scared, and how!
Look at the clock. Now just look out --
People are long up and about,
And in the house all is in motion:
They're knocking, walking, cleaning, washing.
Sofia
Happiness takes no account of time.
Lizzie
You watch the time or not, it's up to you;
I'm in for trouble, I shall get my due.
Sofia
(to Molchalin)
Now you must go. We'll have another tedious day.
Lizzie
God bless you! Take your hands away!
(Separates them; Molchalin runs into Famusov in the doorway)




Scene 4


Sofia, Lizzie, Molchalin, Famusov.
Famusov
What a surprise! It's you, Molchalin?
Molchalin
Yes.
Famusov
What brings you here, at this hour? Do confess.
And, Sofia, you, too. Please tell me why
You got up early today? Don't tell a lie.
How do you come to be together now?
Sofia
He just came in.
Molchalin
I walked around, that is how.
Famusov
Now tell me please, old bloke:
Cannot you choose a better place to walk?
And you, young lady, hardly out of bed --
There is a man around! By your side!
You read those silly books at night
And that's the fruit of it, I bet.
The French! With all their fashion shops and streets,
Their books and writers and artists,
They break our hearts, they make our money fly,
I wonder why
God will not save us from their needles, pins,
Their bonnets, hats and all the other things.
Sofia
I'm sorry, father, I'm feeling ill at ease,
I'm so scared, I can hardy breathe.
You were so quick to come. My God!
I'm confused.
Famusov
Well, thanks a lot!
I took you by surprise!
I scared and disturbed you! Very nice!
My dear Sofia, I dare say,
I'm upset myself. All day
I have to run about, full of care and bother.
Now one keeps pestering me now another.
Could I expect the trouble of being told a lie?
Sofia
(through tears)
Whom by?
Famusov
Well, I may be reproached that I
Keep grumbling all the time for nothing.
Now don't you cry.
I'll tell you something:
I've given you support and care.
Your mother died. I took on this Madame,
Madam Rosiet, your second mere.
A granny with a heart of gold I found for you,
So quick and wise, and of high morals, too.
There is one thing that doesn't do her credit though:
For extra half a thousand or so,
She had the nerve to leave our house...
But anyhow it is beyond her powers.
Just look at me: I'm no boaster,
I'm strong and fresh, although my hair is grey,
I'm a widower, I'm free, I'm my own master
And of monastic chastity, they say.
Lizzie
May I?
Famusov
No, do shut up!
The wretched times! You don't know what to open up!
I see nowadays
People grow wise before their years,
The daughters do, so do the old good men.
Who need the languages we learn?
We hire tutors, resident or not,
That teach our daughters everything:
To court
And give a sigh, to sing and dance,
As if they wished to marry them to clowns.
You, visitor? Do you want anything?
From a nowhere man in God forsaken Tver
I made you an assessor and a secretair.
Without me you would have surely been
A nobody. You, man without kith and kin!
Sofia
I don't know why you should be angry, father.
He's living here, in this house. So what?
He walked to one room and got into another.
Famusov
He got where he wanted, did he not?
Why is he here, uninvited?
Sofia
I'll tell you. Well, it goes like this:
When you were here, you and Liz,
I heard your voice and was so frightened
That I came running like a shot.
Famusov
She'll put the blame on me, it seems.
I came out of time and got them caught!
Sofia
You caught me nodding, I had dreams.
I'll tell you and you will understand.
Famusov
What dreams had you?
Sofia
Shall I tell you?
Famusov
(sits down)
Yes, if you can.
Sofia
Well... Listen... First I see
A fragrant meadow and then me
Looking for some kind of grass,
I don't remember which, alas.
Then comes a gentleman, one of those men
That make at once an old good friend.
A man so tactful, wise, as well as
Shy, you know those poor fellows.
Famusov
Don't talk to me about the poor.
A poor man is not a match for you.
Sofia
And then all vanishes: the meadows and the sky --like magic!
We are in a room. It's dark. Then, just imagine:
Down goes the floor and you come up.
And now the door flies open with a bang,
And in burst monstrous creatures, like a gang.
They fall upon the man, they tear us apart,
I reach for him: he seems so dear to my heart,
You hold him back and take away with you,
And this to hooting, jeering, whistling -- boo!
Then he starts shouting.
I woke up there... Someone was chatting.
It was your voice, yes, it was you.
So I rushed out to find that you were two.
Famusov
Too bad a dream it is indeed.
I see there's everything in it:
The devil, love and flowers, fright. Too bad!
Well, sir, what do you say to that?
Molchalin
I heard you voice...
Famusov
It's really strange.
What's there in my voice? Did they arrange
To hear my voice and come around like a clock?
Why did you come on hearing me talk?
Molchalin
The papers, sir.
Famusov
The papers? Oh what an idea!
What made you care for them, my dear?
Why all this zest?
(raises)
Now Sofia, I'll set your mind at rest;
Dreams can be strange but I should think
Reality is a more frightful thing.
You looked for grass but in the end
You found a friend.
Well, put that tout of your head,
Forget the miracles -- they're all wrong.
You'd better go now back to bed.
(To Molchalin)
Show me your papers, come along.
Molchalin
I want to tell you, sir, instead:
The papers are in such a mess!
They will be null and void unless
They're certified
And all put right.
Famusov
I'm awfully afraid
They might pile up, accumulate.
I know your kind. You'd keep them all
Stuck up for days in a pigeon-hole.
I'd rather have a paper signed.
Once signed -- it's out my mind!
(He and Molchalin exit. He makes way to Molchalin at the door)

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Re: A.S.Griboyedov WOE FROM WIT (A Four Act Comedy)

Scene 5

Sofia and Lizzie.
Lizzie
The holiday is coming! Time for fun!
To me the day is not a happy one.
My eyes are dim, my heart is blue.
The sin does not much worry me, the rumours do.
Sofia
I do not care for rumours. Let them be!
Though father will keep crying shame on me.
He always grumbles, scolds and makes one feel unhappy.
You know what he can do now after what happened.
Lizzie
He'll lock you up. That's what he'll do.
I wish he locked up me with you,
I'm afraid, he'll go as far as firing us:
Molchalin, me and all the others.
Sofia
I'm thinking, happiness is so wayward!
A worse thing happens, yet you get away with it,
For once all worries seemed to be away,
We were lost in music, unaware of time of day,
It seems that fate was guarding us: The time just flew.
No doubt, no alarm... But trouble comes out of the blue.
Lizzie
That's it!
You never listen to my foolish judgement.
I told you many times, and I'll say it again
This love of yours is all in vain.
You wouldn't find a better profit. Listen, please:
Like all the Muscovites your father is like this:
He wants a son-in-law with ranks and stars,
Not all of them are rich, alas.
He wishes he had money into the bargain
To live in clover, give a party now and again
Take colonel Skalozub, for instance, he isn't bad:
A would be general and very rich at that.
Sofia
It's nice!
To hear him talk of ranks and lines!
I'd rather take my own life
Than marry him and be his wife.
Lizzie
He isn't bright. He merely talks a lot.
Of all the men, civilian or not,
There's Chatsky whom I really regard
As most considerate, intelligent and smart.
It's past and gone, Sofia, hence
You shouldn't really take offence.
Sofia
What's that? I must admit
He's extremely sensitive and full of wit.
He can make fun like no one else,
You should have heard the jokes he tells!
Lizzie
Oh is that all?
He wept when parting with you, I recall.
I tried to comfort him and asked him why he cried,
'There is a reason,' -- he replied, --
'For no one knows what I may gain
Or lose when I am back again.'
He seemed to know that in a year or two...
Sofia
Stop talking liberties, will you?
I may have acted thoughtlessly, I know,
I do regret. But who was I unfaithful to?
Can anybody blame me for a breach of faith? Well, no!
Chatsky and I grew up together, that is true.
We were friends in childhood days,
And then he left, and ever since
He rarely visited our place,
He found our house dull, it seems,
And then again he showed affection,
Pretending love, consideration.
He's witty, wise, a man of eloquence,
And he is good at winning friends,
But now he thinks he is too clever...
He took to travelling, which is not bad,
However, if he loved someone, he'd never
Go on a lasting trip like that.
Lizzie
What trip? Is Chatsky travelling far?
They say, he took a treatment at a spa,
It was a cure of idleness among the cripple.
Sofia
That's right. He's happy among the queer people.
The one I love is of different make,
Molchalin does his best for other people's sake.
He's modest, shy, polite -- beyond compare!
Oh, what a night we spent behind the doors!
Of space and time we were unaware
What were we doing there?
Lizzie
Well, God knows.
It's none of my affair.
Sofia
He'd take my hand -- his manners most refined --
And with a gentle sigh he'd press it to his side.
My hand in his, he'd feast his eyes on me,
I never knew a person as urbane as he.
You're laughing? Why? I see no reason
To laugh like that. Say, are you teasing?
Lizzie
I just recall that gentleman of France
That used to live for some time at your aunt's.
He left. She tried to hide her grief but failed
For she forgot to dye her hair, and it greyed.
(continues laughing)
Sofia
(regretfully)
People will gossip, upon my word!
Lizzie
I'm sorry, and I swear to God,
I only tried to laugh away your grief,
I thought that it might bring you some relief.




Scene 6


Sofia, Lizzie, Servant, followed by Chatsky.
Footman
Alexander Andreyevich Chatsky.
(Exits)




Scene 7


Sofia, Lizzie, Chatsky.
Chatsky
It's hardly morning: here I'm down on my knees.
(kisses her hand with passion)
You didn't expect me, did you? Give me a kiss.
Are you really glad to see me? Look into my eyes!
For you it's only a surprise.
What a reception! God!
It seems like just the other day,
It seems like yesterday,
We passed the time till we got bored.
No sign of love! You look so nice, you do!
You'll never know what I went through,
I can't get over it. Just think:
I covered seven hundred miles at just one bound,
Two days and nights I didn't sleep a wink,
Just snow and wind, and not a soul around,
I'd lose my way and hit the ground,
And the result is your reward.
Sofia
No, Chatsky, it is nice to see you around.
Chatsky
You're glad to see me? Very good!
Though I must say,
You do not look that way.
It seems, I should have spared the horses
For the result isn't worth the losses.
Lizzie
No, sir, you must not think so
For just a little while ago
We were talking about you.
Ma'me, do confirm, it's is true.
Sofia
Well, honestly, I don't deserve reproach,
You can't reproach me now or ever
For when I see someone approach
The house -- a friend, a stranger or whoever,
I run to ask him whether he
Has seen you, on a coach, go by.
Chatsky
That I will not deny.
Blessed are the credulous for they are carefree.
Good gracious! Am I with you again?
In Moscow? You have changed! You're not the same.
Gone is the time! Gone are the innocent years!
Remember? We would run about pushing chairs,
We'd disappear then appear again,
Your father and madamme playing a table game,
Into a hideaway we would then sneak --
This very corner I suppose it was --
We would be startled by every little creak...
Sofia
It's childish.
Chatsky
Yes, of course.
And now at seventeen you're in the bloom of youth,
Inimitable charm -- well, I declare!
You know that I'm telling you the truth,
That's why you're so modest -- you don't care
What people think of you. Now tell me straight:
Are you in love? Don't be embarrassed nor hesitate.
Sofia
Your curious look, your questions would embarrass anyone.
Chatsky
For heaven's sake! You're the only one
That can amaze me. Here in Moscow there is nothing new.
There was a party yesterday, tomorrow there'll be two.
Someone has managed to get married
Another hasn't and is worried.
Nothing has changed. Good gracious!
The same old poems, the same old conversations.
Sofia
Now that you have seen the world
It's Moscow you're up to scold.
Well, where is a better place?
Chatsky
A place where we don't find ourselves.
Well, how's your father? Is the old chap
Still loyal, heart and soul, to the English Club?
How's your uncle? Is his number up?
This man... a Turk, a Greek... or something of the kind,
The thin-legged one. His name has slipped my mind.
You'd see him anywhere at all --
The sitting-room, the kitchen and the hall.
How are those three idle gentlemen?
Are they in search of marriage bonds again?
With heaps of relatives, some day, they hope
They'll be related with the whole of Europe.
And how's our dearest one? Do you recall his forehead?
With 'Stage and Masquerade' inscribed on it?
He has his house painted green.
He's fat while all his actresses are thin.
Once during a ball -- remember? -- we discovered
A man that, hidden from the crowd,
Was making sounds of a nightingale --
A summer bird in winter did so well!
There's a relative of yours, a sickly man,
In the science board he got an occupation,
An enemy of books, he now demands a ban
On literacy and education.
And all these people I'm fated now to see,
I'll soon be sick and tired of living here.
Though after travelling East and West
We're find the smoke of Homeland best.
Sofia
I'd bring my aunt and you together, so
That you might count everyone you know.
Chatsky
Your auntie, is she still a virgin? Goddess Athens?
And still the fraulein of czarina Catherine?
She had her house full of dogs and girls to breed.
Talking of breeding, why should people need
To hire crowds of tutors? And one tries
To have them at the lowest price!
I mean, with science all is fine,
But here in Russia, under the threat of a fine
We must acknowledge any creature
To be a History or a Science teacher.
Do you remember our own mentor?
The cap, the gown that he wore?
He needed some sign of tuition,
He filled our humble minds with awe,
And we were open to conviction,
From early years we would believe:
Without the Germans we couldn't live.
And Guilloment, the French, the giddy man,
Has he got married?
Sofia
He hasn't anyone.
Chatsky
Well, he could marry some nice duchess.
Pulkheria Andreyevna he matches.
Sofia
A ballet dancer? No.
Chatsky
Yes, he's grand.
One has to have a rank and own some land,
Though Guilloment -- oh, by the way,
Is there still a tendency today
At meetings, public gathering, on stage
To mix the Nizhny Novgorod dialect with French?
Sofia
A language mixture?
Chatsky
Yes, at least of two.
Sofia
To mix them into one the way you do?
Chatsky
It sounds natural at least.
My word! I'm extraordinarily pleased
To see you. Thus
I'm talkative. Taking my chance.
For this Molchalin you have time!
Where is he? I suppose that I'm
No sillier than he. He still keeps
A seal of silence on his lips.
Or doesn't he? He used to have a book
Where he would write
All latest songs that caught his sight.
He will get on in life anyway
For silent men are highly praised today.
Sofia
(aside)
You viper!
(aloud and with ease)
May I ask?
Have you by any chance, in sorrow or in joy,
Talked favourably of any one of us?
Not now. Perhaps, when you were a boy?
Chatsky
When all is fragile? Soft and immature?
Why go that far? Here is a good deed for you:
The jingling of the bell still in my mind,
I crossed the snowy desert through the day and night.
I hurried here at a neck break pace
To find you wearing an austere face.
Your coolness, your restraint are tearing me apart,
The way you look:
The face of a holy praying girl...
And yet I love you with all my heart.
(a minute of silence)
Now listen, don't I treat you well?
I never mind a queer man's trick,
I have a laugh and then forget it quick.
And if it were your desire
That I should go into the fire,
I'd do it without thinking twice.
Sofia
It will be nice
If you get burnt,
And if you don't?




Scene 8


Sofia, Lizzie, Chatsky, Famusov.
Famusov
There's another one!
Sofia
A dream of prophecy.
(Exits)
Famusov
(in a low voice, following her with his eyes)
Now, damn the dream!




Scene 9


Famusov, Chatsky (looks at the door through which Sofia left)
Famusov
Oh what a trick you've played! You see,
For three long years we haven't heard from you,
And now you're here, out of the blue.
(they embrace)
Hallo, my friend, come, take your seat,
Let's have a chat a little bit.
You must have got a lot to say,
Tell us your stories without delay.
(both sit down)
Chatsky
(absent-mindedly)
Well, Sofia Pavlovna has grown so pretty.
Famusov
It is a pity
That all you see is a pretty face.
She must have dropped a casual phrase
Inspiring you with hopes, enchanting you...
Chatsky
I rarely nourish hopes. I hardly ever do.
Famusov
'A dream of prophecy' the words fell on my ear.
You're thinking of...
Chatsky
Me? I have no idea.
Famusov
What did she dream of? What is it?
Chatsky
I don't interpret dreams.
Famusov
No! Don't believe her! Not a bit!
Chatsky
I do believe my eyes. Upon my word!
She is like no one in the world,
A beauty from a fairy tale!
Famusov
Stop harping on it ! Tell us in detail,
Where have you been? You travelled many years.
Where are you from?
Chatsky
No time for that.
I travelled less
Than I had planned.
(raises quickly)
Excuse me, but I hurried here to see you,
I haven't been at home, so I must say good-bye.
I'll come again in an hour's time, I'm sorry,
Though you will be the first to hear my story.
(in the doorway)
She's charming!
(Exits)




Scene 10


Famusov
(alone)
Which of the two it is, I wonder?
'A dream of prophecy' -- she said.
She said it openly, I don't know what she meant.
It's all my fault. Oh what a blunder!
Molchalin made me doubt then. And now I
Have fallen out of the pan into the fire.
One is a pauper, a dandy is the other;
Known as a wasteful man, mischievous and haughty.
Oh, what a lot to be the father
Of a grown-up daughter!
(Exits)


The End of Act I




ACT II


Scene 1
Famusov, Footman.
Famusov
Petrushka, you have always new clothes on.
Look at yourself! Your sleeve is torn.
Now, take the calendar and try to make it best.
Read it expressively, don't mumble like obsessed!
No, wait, just take the pad and write:
The next week column. Tuesday night --
A trout party. What a temptation! --
It's Praskovya Fyodorovna's invitation.
Why is the world so strange? -- I ask myself the question.
And when I do, it makes my mind just reel:
A fast is followed by a hearty meal,
And then three days of indigestion.
Write, on that same day, no, Thursday morning
There is a burial ceremony.
The human race, they all forget
That some day all of them shall get
Into the box, so small and tight!
The one who'll leave blessed memory behind,
A noble chamberlain the late man was,
He had the key and let his son have one.
He took a wealthy woman, being a wealthy man
And married off his children, I suppose,
People are mourning now that he has passed away
Kuzma Petrovich! May he rest with peace!
There are bigwigs in Moscow, I should say!
Write down: Thursday, on top of this,
Or perhaps on Friday, or on Saturday,
I must attend a Christening day.
The widow hasn't given birth as yet
Though she may, any day, as I expect.




Scene 2


Famusov, Footman, Chatsky.
Famusov
Oh, Alexander Andreyevich! Come, sit down!
Chatsky
I see you are engaged.
Famusov
(to the footman)
You go.
(The footman exits)
It's next week's plan that we're putting down,
Something may slip my mind, you know.
Chatsky
I see, you do not look quite happy,
Is it inopportunely that I arrived?
Or maybe something wrong has happened
To Sofia Pavlovna? Is she all right ?
Famusov
Oh, what a thing to puzzle brains about!
I'm sad! Well, do you expect an aged man like me
To cry for joy and dance around?
Chatsky
Nobody wants you to, you see,
I just inquired of you
If Sofia Pavlovna was feeling well.
Famusov
Pah! Got forgive me! Hell!
A thousand times you told me that!
Now Sofia Pavlovna is feeling bad,
Now she's the prettiest one on earth.
Are you in love with her? Oh yes!
You want to marry her, you do.
Chatsky
It's my affair.
Famusov
You have to reckon with me, too.
I am related to her, am I not?
And note:
I'm a father. At least they've always called me so.
Chatsky
If I propose to her, will you say no?
Famusov
Well, first, I should say this:
You don't be reckless. Think of your estate,
And what is most important: take up service.
Chatsky
I'd love to serve. Servility is what I hate.
Famusov
That's it!
You're all puffed up with pride and aspiration!
You'd better ask me what your fathers did
And learn from our generation.
People like us or late Maxim Petrovich,
My uncle, he would drive on a tandem coach,
A hundred men on hand, he ate
From a gold and from a silver plate.
He had awards, lived like a lord,
And he attended at the highest court.
Those were the days! So much unlike the present!
He was in service in Catherine's days. And
Everybody felt important then,
Your bow and scrape they would disdain.
A courtier was even better off,
He'd eat and drink what others didn't dream of.
My uncle, with his haughty temper, serious look,
Compared with him, what is a count or a duke?
To please superiors he was happy,
He'd creep and crawl like a snake.
Once at a reception it so happened
That he fell down and nearly broke his neck.
The old man groaned in a husky voice
Which won him an imperial smile. Now!
Everybody laughed. What did he do? He rose
And straightened up to make a bow.
Then suddenly he flopped. This time with aim,
Again a laughter. And a fall again.
Well, what do you think of it? I think it’s nice.
He hurt himself but he was quick to rise.
And ever since, like no one else,
In the royal house he was a welcome guest.
Maxim Petrovich! A man of high esteem!
Maxim Petrovich! The life's mischievous pranks!
Who fixes pensions and gives people ranks?
Maxim Petrovich! Not one of you is a match for him!
Chatsky
Exactly! You may sigh complaining
That our society's degrading.
But if I look comparing the present
With the glorious past, to me it's evident:
Fresh is the story, yet it is doubtful to me
For glorified and famed was he
Who showed the greatest zeal in bending the knee,
Who fought and won at peace, not in a war,
Hitting his forehead at the floor.
And those in need were in the gutter,
Those at the top were praised and flattered.
It was the age of modesty and fright
Under the mask of loyalty to tsarist might.
I do not mean your dear uncle,
About him I hate to wrangle.
But who would want in our days,
To s sacrifice his neck just for the sake
Of fun, or just to make
The crowd laugh, as in that case?
It seems to me, some aged man,
On seeing that courageous jump,
Must have confessed that, to his shame,
He was unable to do the same.
Although there're rascals everywhere
To be a laughing stock they do not dare.
And hence no favour of the sovereigns they expect.
Famusov
My Lord! Good heavens! He is a suspect!
Chatsky
Today the world is different, really.
Famusov
He's dangerous.
Chatsky
One can breathe freely.
Nobody wants to join the foolish crowd.
Famusov
He's talking like a book! What is he talking about?
Chatsky
They gather at the patron's house to gape and yawn,
To sit in silence, dine and dance a waltz,
To show their courtesy, sit up till dawn.
Famusov
Now. To preach liberties, that's what he wants.
Chatsky
Some travel. Others live in a country-house.
Famusov
He doesn't recognize the government of ours.
Chatsky
Well, he who serves a noble cause...
Famusov
For such a gentleman I'd close all doors
And keep them miles away from our city.
Chatsky
I'll give you rest. Just out of pity...
Famusov
I cannot bear it. I'm vexed, impatient.
Chatsky
I have abused your generation;
I give you my authority:
You may cut off part of my commentary
Or, if you want, you may apply
It to the present time -- I shall not cry.
Famusov
I've had enough! For you I'll shut the door,
I shall not tolerate all this perversion any more!
Chatsky
I've had my say.
Famusov
All right. I have my ears shut.
Chatsky
Why should you? I mean no insult.
Famusov
(pattering)
These idlers! Roam around the world,
And on return they order us about.
Chatsky
I've finished now...
Famusov
Have mercy, my patience's running out.
Chatsky
I don't feel like disputing things.
Famusov
You might as well repent of sins.




Scene 3


Footman
(enters)
Colonel Skalozub.
Famusov
(hears and sees nothing)
You will be put to trial, mind.
Chatsky
Somebody wants to see you. A man of note.
Famusov
I don't hear anything. He must be tried!
Chatsky
There's a man with a report.
Famusov
I am not listening. He must be tried, tried, tried!
Chatsky
There's a man behind.
Famusov
(he turns round)
What's that? A mutiny? I should expect so!
Footman
Colonel Skalozub. He's here I mean.
Famusov
(stands up)
You stupid asses! I told you a hundred times or more!
Do let him in! Invite him! Tell him I'm in!
Tell him I'm glad to see him. Go! be quick!
(The footman exits)
He's coming now, sir. No more of you cheek.
He's a man of high respect,
Has grabbed a heap of orders, I should say,
He has a rank, as high as you would not expect,
He may be a general any day.
So please be modest when he's there.
Too bad, Alexander Andreyich, dear.
He often comes to see me -- I don't care,
You know, I welcome anybody here.
In Moscow tongues are wagging. Well, for instance,
They say, he wants to marry Sofia. Its nonsense!
At heart he may be overjoyed enough,
But I do not intend to marry off
My daughter now, tomorrow or today,
She's too young. Though it's God's will anyway.
Don't argue in his presence, please,
And leave off joking, don't be a tease.
Where is he? I presume,
He's waiting there in my room.
(hurries away)




Scene 4


Chatsky
He's so fussy. There’s so much whim.
And Sofia? Can she be engaged to him?
They've been avoiding me as if I were a stranger.
Oh, how I wish that she were here, my angel.
Who is this colonel whom he is so infatuated with?
And maybe Famusov is not the only one who is?
Oh, he who goes for three long years away
A fare well to love is doomed to say.

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Re: A.S.Griboyedov WOE FROM WIT (A Four Act Comedy)

Scene 5
Chatsky, Famusov, Skalozub.
Famusov
Sergey Sergeyich! You're welcome, dear.
You must be cold. Come here, get warm,
Please join us, it is warmer here;
We'll open up the vent. Just make yourself at home.
Skalozub
(in a low voice)
Don't do it. Let me do it, please.
An officer of honour, I'm feeling ill at ease.
Famusov
Sergey Sergeyevich, my dear,
Let me do something for a friend;
Your hat, your sword, just put them here,
You may stretch out on this bed.
Skalozub
It doesn't matter where I sit.
(all sit down, Chatsky at a distance)
Famusov
My dear friend, before it slips my mind
I'll tell you: we are relatives of a kind.
Not close, and no inheritance behind.
I didn't know it, nor did you,
I learned it from your cousin, dear,
Nastasya Nikolaeyevna -- is she related to you, too?
Skalozub
I'm sorry, I have no idea,
We never served together, for all I know.
Famusov
Sergey Sergeyich! You don't say so!
Oh no! There's nothing I won't do for relatives,
They won't escape me by any means.
I have no outsiders working with me,
I take on children from my family tree.
Exeptions? Well, Molchalin is the only one,
He's business-like, that's why I took him on.
Now when it comes to offering a vacancy or giving an award.
It's natural that for my relatives I should put in a word.
Your cousin happened once to mention
That he had gained a lot from your protection.
Skalozub
In 1813 we cut our teeth,
First in the 13th regiment, then in the 45th.
Famusov
One should be proud of a son like you.
You have an order, haven't you?
Skalozub
It's for the August fight. We were in a trench,
He got one on a band, I got this for a change.
Famusov
He's amiable, smart, as for as I can see.
A brilliant man your cousin seems to be.
Skalozub
He follows some new rules he has acquired;
He was to get promotion but suddenly retired,
He took to reading in his country-house and...
Famusov
The youth! They read, then all of a sudden, bump, the end.
You're doing well, you can't be wrong,
You're a colonel though you haven't served too long.
Skalozub
I'm a lucky man, you see?
There's right now a vacancy.
Some seniors fall in battle,
Others are cast out of saddle.
Famusov
Yes, God gives everyone his due.
Skalozub
Some people get on better that I do;
In the fifteenth division there's a man,
The brigadier general, to mention only one.
Famusov
You have got everything, haven't you?
Skalozub
I can't complain. Though it's two years, my friend,
That I have strived for the regiment.
Famusov
There's no occasion for regret
For I should say, in some respect
Your rivals you have outdone.
Skalozub
No, in my corps I'm not the oldest one,
I've been in service now for years,
I know there are so many ways
To be promoted. All I say:
I wish I'd be a general some day.
Famusov
I share your judgement, and I wish you health,
I also wish you generalship, wealth.
And then... why should you put it off? --
It's time to think of your better half.
Skalozub
To marry? I don't care if I do.
Famusov
People have daughters, sisters, nieces, too;
There're many marriageable women here.
Indeed, they multiply with every passing year.
Of all the capitals, big or small,
Moscow is surely best of all.
Skalozub
A city of tremendous size and space.
Famusov
Good manners, elegance and grace;
Our life is governed by the laws;
We judge the children by the parents,
'The father makes the son' -- the saying goes.
He may be bad but if he inherits
Two thousand hands, then people say:
'He makes a perfect fiancé.'
And if a man is not of noble birth,
However smart and full of self-respect,
No blessing from the family he should expect.
Or take the bread-and-salt reception,
I welcome all without expectation,
My doors are open to all. Yes.
Especially to foreign guests.
No matter, honest or dishonest, a gentleman or lady,
I always keep my dinner ready.
Look at the people of our city,
They have an imprint of peculiarity.
Look at our youngsters, look at these
Boys -- our sonnies and grand sonnies,
We scold them and we think them green,
While they can teach their grannies at fifteen.
As for the elders their word is law,
Once they start talking, they let it go,
They always talk with a knowing air,
To contradict them you don't dare,
They're old gentry, they make no bones
About talking on the government’s wrongs.
If someone overheard them, they'd be done for.
Not that they put forward new ideas, no!
It's mere finding fault. That is the thing!
Making a noise about nothing.
They carry their arguments too far,
Retired chancellors they think they are.
I'll tell you what: the time has not yet come,
Some day quite indispensible they may become.
As for the ladies they are hard to win.
Don't try to judge them, They will judge everything.
When they come out like one at a table game,
Have patience! I have myself been married. Wait:
They will command an army on the front, they claim,
And will attend the senate to debate.
Irina Vlasyevna! Lukerya Alexevna!
Tatyana Yuryevna! Pulkheria Andryevna!
And if you saw their daughters, you would blush with shame.
His majesty the king of Prussia here once came,
It wasn't girls and their pretty faces that attracted him,
They were well bread and had good manners in his esteem.
They can wear a veil and paint the face,
They never say a word without a grimace,
They sing a French romance
Forcing the highest notes,
With military men they take a chance
Because they say are patriots.
Of all the capitals, big or small,
Moscow is surely best of all.
Skalozub
As far as I can judge,
To a large extent the fire made it such.
Famusov
Don't talk about the fire. Don't tease.
So much has changed ever since:
The roads, the houses, the pavements and all . . .
Chatsky
The houses are new, the prejudices are old.
You should be pleased because a prejudice never dies,
It will survive the years, the fashions and the fires.
Famusov
(to Chatsky)
Ah you! Just keep your mouth shut,
Do me a favour, it isn't hard.
(to Skalozub)
Well, let me introduce to you this gentleman:
The son of Chatsky, of the late friend of mine.
He doesn't serve, though if he did, he would succeed.
It is a pity, I regret, for he is bright.
How well can he translate and write!
I can't help feeling sorry for this man.
Chatsky
Can't you feel sorry for some other one?
I am annoyed to hear all your praise.
Famusov
Well, anybody would condemn you in my place.
Chatsky
I wonder who the judges are!
With age they show hostility to freedom,
They read the press that dates as far
Back as the Crimean war. They call it wisdom.
They're quick to criticize and curse
And always sing the same old song,
They never think they can be wrong.
The older these men are the worse.
Where are those fathers of the nation,
Good models for our generation,
The ones that roll in looted money
With influential friends and relatives on hand?
The ones that feast away their lives of honey
And dwell in houses magnificent and grand?
The houses in which the foul features of the past
Will never be revived by all this foreign caste.
The Moscow they will keep your mouth shut
By sending you a dinner party invitation card.
Or, maybe,
It is the man to whom you used to take me
For a bow when I was a baby?
The leader of outstanding rascals, he
Had a team of loyal servants
That during fight-and-drinking rounds
Had saved his life and honour, but then once
He suddenly exchanged them for three hounds.
And then there is the man, as good as all the others,
He gathered children for his ballet muse
By tearing them away from their mothers.
He set his mind on Zephirs and Amours
And let the whole of Moscow admire their beauty,
And when it came to setting his accounts
He didn't bother about credits. 'Out of sense of duty'
All his Amours and Zephirs he sold out.
Those are the men that now have grown old and grey,
The men enjoying high respect and estimation.
'They are indeed our fair judges' -- you will say.
And if there is a man among the younger generation
That never strives for vacancy nor seeks an occupation
Who sets his mind on science and shows a thirst for knowledge
Or good himself fills him with inspiration
To creativity in art,
They scream: 'Disaster! Fire!' and acknowledge
The man to be a dreamer and dangerous at that.
The coat! The coat! They wear it still,
So beautifully made, it used to hide
Their shyness  and their flippant mind.
And that's the road that we should take at will.
The wives and daughters, too, affect the coat
And so did I until a while ago.
I'm not an infant now, you know,
On things like that I shall no longer dote.
When some Guard's officers one day
Were on a short time visit here
The women shouted: 'Hurrah!'
And threw their bonnets into the air.
Famusov
(to himself)
He'll let me down, I'm sure.
(aloud)
Sergey Sergeyich, I shall go,
There in my room for you I'll wait.
(Exits)




Scene 6


Chatsky, Skalozub.
Skalozub
I really appreciate
The way you touched upon
The fact that Muscovites are fond
Of our Guards and Guardsmen, our perfect pets,
Their gold embroidery, the cut of coats and shirts.
Our First Army has never lagged behind;
The waists are narrow. The style is fine,
Our officers are spick and span,
They can speak French... Some of them can.




Scene 7


Chatsky, Skalozub, Sofia, Lizzie.
Sofia
(runs to the window)
My God! He's fallen down! He's dead!
(faints)
Chatsky
Who's that?
Skalozub
Who is in trouble?
Chatsky
She so scared!
Skalozub
Who on earth is it?
Chatsky
He's hurt. Is he in good shape?
Skalozub
Is it our old boy who's got into a scrape?
Lizzie
(trying to help the lady)
'No flying from fate' -- the saying goes.
As our Molchalin was mounting the horse
It reared suddenly as if it were scared,
And he fell down bump on his head.
Skalozub
Poor rider! Must have pulled the reins too tight.
Did he fall down on his breast or on his side?
(Exits)




Scene 8


The same people except Skalozub.
Chatsky
How can we help her? Tell me, Lizz.
Lizzie
There's water over there...
(Chatsky runs to fetch water. All speak in a low voice until Sofia regains consciousness)
Pour out a glass!
Chatsky
Well, there it is,
Let loose the lacing, give her air,
Now rub the temples with the vinegar,
Now sprinkle water. See? It really
Helps. She's breathing freely.
Have you a fan?
Lizzie
Yes, here you are.
Chatsky
Look out!
Molchalin has come round!
Lizzie
It's idleness that torments her.
Well, isn't it a pity, sir?
She cannot bear to see a man
Dash to the ground, like we can.
Chatsky
Go on with sprinkling.
There!
Sofia
(with a deep sigh)
Who's speaking?
It's like a dream.
(speaks fast in a loud voice now)
Where is he? What has happened to him?
Chatsky
Whatever happened, never mind!
He nearly killed you. It serves him right.
Sofia
You're killing me with coldness, you!
I cannot bear the sight of you!
Chatsky
Do you expect me to shed tears?
Sofia
Go there and help him, if you please.
Chatsky
To leave you on your own here?
Sofia
I just don't need you. Do you hear?
It's true: about others you are not worried.
If your own dad were killed, you wouldn't care.
(to Lizzie)
Let's go.
Lizzie
(taking her a little aside)
No, wait. Just don't get flurried.
He's safe and sound. Look out there!
(Sofia looks out into the window)
Chatsky
The way she took it! Fright. Confusion. Faint.
One only feels that way, I understand.
About the loss of a dearest friend.
Sofia
They're coming here. He cannot raise his hand.
Chatsky
I wish I had got killed with him.
Sofia
Just keep your wishes to yourself, if you have any.




Scene 9


Sofia, Lizzie, Chatsky, Skalozub, Molchalin (with his bad arm bandaged)
Skalozub
He's alive again.
He got away with a little pain.
It was a false alarm, just a mistake.
Molchalin
I frightened you. Forgive me for God's sake.
Skalozub
I didn't know you would be frightened.
As you dashed in we were startled,
You fainted suddenly. And now it's clear,
There was no reason to feel fear.
Sofia
(looking aside)
Although I know that all is safe
I'm still shaking in my shoes.
Chatsky
(to himself)
It seems, Molchalin is excused.
Sofia
I never fear for myself.
Say, when the coach gets overturned
I wait until they put it right,
Set it in order. And on I ride.
I fear for others, for myself I don't.
It doesn't care whom I fear for.
Chatsky
(to himself)
She's making her apology
For having pitied somebody.
Skalozub
Now let me tell you something about a dame,
A certain countess, Lasova by name.
She rides a horse. A widow, she prefers
To ride without her admirers.
She was so hardly hurt the other day,
The jockey must have turned his eyes away.
A clumsy woman, now she's lost a rib.
So she's looking for a man. In short,
She needs a husband for support.
Sofia
Andrey Andreyich, take my tip!
You're a generous man. When people are in need,
You're a friend indeed.
Chatsky
I've made my every effort now, and I've
Succeeded in bringing you back to life.
I don't know though
Whom I have done it for.
(takes his hat and exits)




Scene 10


The same people except Chatsky.
Sofia
We have a gathering tonight. Will you join us?
Skalozub
What time?
Sofia
Come early, there'll be friends,
To piano music we shall dance.
We're in mourning. So for a ball there's no chance.
Skalozub
I'm engaged. Yet I will come tonight.
I must be off.
Sofia
Good bye.
Skalozub
(shaking Molchalin's hands)
I'm your man.
(Exits)