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there was wine. That's the?main thing!
MISSAIL. Well said, Father Varlaam.
HOSTESS. (Enters.)?There you are, my fathers. Drink to your health.
MISSAIL. Thanks, my good friend. God bless thee. (The?monks drink. Varlaam trolls a ditty: "Thou passest?by, my dear," etc.) (To GREGORY) Why don't you join?in the song? Not even join in the song?
GREGORY. I don't wish to.
MISSAIL. Everyone to his liking--
VARLAAM. But a tipsy man's in Heaven.* Father Missail!?We will drink a glass to our hostess. (Sings: "Where?the brave lad in durance," etc.) Still, Father Missail,?when I am drinking, then I don't like sober men; tipsiness?is one thing--but pride quite another. If you want?to live as we do, you are welcome. No?--then take?yourself off, away with you; a mountebank is no?companion for a priest.
[*The Russian text has here a play on the words which cannot be satisfactorily rendered into English.]
GREGORY. Drink, and keep your thoughts to yourself,*?Father Varlaam! You see, I too sometimes know how?to make puns.
[*The Russian text has here a play on the words which cannot be satisfactorily rendered into English.]
VARLAAM. But why should I keep my thoughts to myself?
MISSAIL. Let him alone, Father Varlaam.
VARLAAM. But what sort of a fasting man is he? Of his?own accord he attached himself as a companion to us;?no one knows who he is, no one knows whence he comes--?and yet he gives himself grand airs; perhaps he has a?close acquaintance with the pillory. (Drinks and sings:?"A young monk took the tonsure," etc.)
GREGORY. (To HOSTESS.) Whither leads this road?
HOSTESS. To Lithuania, my dear, to the Luyov mountains.
GREGORY. And is it far to the Luyov mountains?
HOSTESS. Not far; you might get there by evening, but for?the tsar's frontier barriers, and the captains of the?guard.
GREGORY. What say you? Barriers! What means this?
HOSTESS. Someone has escaped from Moscow, and orders?have been given to detain and search everyone.
GREGORY. (Aside.) Here's a pretty mess!
VARLAAM. Hallo, comrade! You've been making up to?mine hostess. To be sure you don't want vodka, but?you want a young woman. All right, brother, all right!?Everyone has his own ways, and Father Missail and I?have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the?bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at?the bottom.
MISSAIL. Well said, Father Varlaam.
GREGORY. (To Hostess.) Whom do they want? Who?escaped from Moscow?
HOSTESS. God knows; a thief perhaps, a robber. But here?even good folk are worried now. And what will come of?it? Nothing. They will not catch the old devil; as if?there were no other road into Lithuania than the highway!?Just turn to the left from here, then by the pinewood?or by the footpath as far as the chapel on the?Chekansky brook, and then straight across the marsh to?Khlopin, and thence to Zakhariev, and then any child?will guide you to the Luyov mountains. The only good?of these inspectors is to worry passers-by and rob us poor?folk. (A noise is heard.) What's that? Ah, there?they are, curse them! They are going their rounds.
GREGORY. Hostess! Is there another room in the cottage?
HOSTESS. No, my dear; I should be glad myself to hide.?But they are only pretending to go their rounds; but?give them wine and bread, and Heaven knows what--?May perdition take them, the accursed ones! May--
(Enter OFFICERS.)
OFFICERS. Good health to you, mine hostess!
HOSTESS. You are kindly welcome, dear guests.
AN OFFICER. (To another.) Ha, there's drinking going on?here; we shall get something here. (To the Monks.)?Who are you?
VARLAAM. We--are two old clerics, humble monks; we are?going from village to village, and collecting Christian?alms for the monastery.
OFFICER. (To GREGORY.) And thou?
MISSAIL. Our comrade.
GREGORY. A layman from the suburb; I have conducted the?old men as far as the frontier; from here I am going to?my own home.
MISSAIL. So you have changed your mind?
GREGORY. (Sotto voce.) Be silent.
OFFICER. Hostess, bring some more wine, and we will?drink here a little and talk a little with these old men.
2ND OFFICER. (Sotto voce.) Yon lad, it appears, is poor;?there's nothing to be got out of him; on the other hand?the old men--
1ST OFFICER. Be silent; we shall come to them presently.?--Well, my fathers, how are you getting on?
VARLAAM. Badly, my sons, badly! The Christians have?now turned stingy; they love their money; they hide?their money. They give little to God. The people of?the world have become great sinners. They have all?devoted themselves to commerce, to earthly cares; they?think of worldly wealth, not of the salvation of the soul.?You walk and walk; you beg and beg; sometimes in?three days begging will not bring you three half-pence.?What a sin! A week goes by; another week; you look?into your bag, and there is so little in it that you are?ashamed to show yourself at the monastery. What are?you to do? From very sorrow you drink away what is?left; a real calamity! Ah, it is bad! It seems our last?days have come--
HOSTESS. (Weeps.) God pardon and save you!?(During the course of VARLAAM'S speech the 1st?OFFICER