Speranza
The barber Ivan Iakovlevitch is busy shaving Kovalev.
Kovalev:
Ivan Iakovlevitch, your
hands stink, as usual.
Ivan Iakovlevitch"
What could have made them stink?
Kovalev"
I don't know that, but what I do know, my good man is that they
stink!
It is morning. Praskovia Ossipovna
is finishing baking her bread while Ivan Iakovlevitch wakes up and yawns/
Ivan Iakovlevitch (sniffing the bread)"
Ah...umph! Today, Praskovia
Ossipovna, I shan't drink any coffee; on the other hand, I shouldn't mind eating
a little onion toast.
Praskovia Ossipovna (aside)
Why doesn't the fool
help himself to his own bread?
So much the better.
There'll be a second helping
of coffee.
Ivan Iakovlevitch (between his teeth)
To be quite candid, I'd
have liked a bit of both, but that would be frowned upon.
Praskovia
Ossipovna throws him a loaf of bread/
Praskovia Ossipovna doesn't tolerate
such free-and-easy ways. Umph! it melts in one's mouth! But what is this?
He
takes a nose out of the loaf
A nose?
Praskovia Ossipovna
(furiously)
You wretch!
Whose nose did you cut off?
Scoundrel, drunkard!
You'll
see... I'll give you away to the police myself!
At least three people have told
me already that when you shaved them, you damaged their noses in such a way that
there was hardly any left on their faces.
Ivan Iakovlevitch
No wait!
Praskovia Ossipovna, I'll wrap it up in a napkin and put it away in a corner.
It'll stay there for a short while and then I'll get rid of it.
Praskovia
Ossipovna
No, I won't hear of it!
I shall never suffer this nose to remain in my
house.
Villain! Look at him! All he's able to do is to sharpen his razor, then
he can't even use it properly.
Good for nothing!
You'd like the police to accuse
me instead of you, wouldn't you?
Blackguard! Go on, out of here!
Scram!...Scram!...
Ivan Iakovlevitch How the devil could this have happened? Was
I drunk when I came back last night? Of course, it's impossible to answer such a
question...but all the same, it's a very extraordinary thing: a loaf of bread
can be baked in an oven, but a nose can't! Honestly, it's quite inexplicable...
(As the stage darkens, the District Inspector can be seen in silhouette)
Praskovia Ossipovna Take it away wherever you like, but don't let me see you
with it again.
(The light returns and the silhouette vanishes)
On the embankment. Ivan Iakavlevich enters hurriedly. He drops the nose but
a baker notices it)
The Baker Pick it up! Can't you see you've dropped
something?
Ivan Iakovlevich picks up the nose and goes on his way. He can't
seem to get rid of the thing. At every turn he meets some acquaintance who asks
him: "Whom are you going to shave so early in the morning?" or: "Where are you
rushing to like that?" Having finally picked his moment, Ivan Iakovelevitch
throws the nose into the river. The District Inspector appears and gradually
draws near him).
The Inspector Come this way a moment, my man!
Ivan
Iakovlevitch I wish you a good day, your honour.
The Inspector No, no, my
good man, none of this "your honour"; I'd rather you told me what you were doing
over there when you stopped just now.
Ivan Iakovlevitch Why, sir, I am just
on my way to shave a customer and I wanted to see the river flowing...
The
Inspector You're lying, lying. But you won't get off so easily. Go on,
confess...
Ivan Iakovlevitch I'll shave you twice a week, or three times
even, free of charge.
The Inspector Now, my good man, don't be childish! I
already have three barbers who shave me free, gratis and for nothing and who
indeed consider themselves highly honoured! Will you please be kind enough to
tell me what you were doing over there?
(It grows completely dark)
Intermezzo for percussion
Kovalev's bedroom. Kovalev can be
heard waking up behind a screen)
Kovalev
Brrr...brrr...brrr...brrr...umph...umph...
(He comes round the screen onto
the stage: he is noseless)
Last night, I grew a little pimple on my
nose...
(Calling Ivan, his servant) A mirror!
(Ivan brings him a small
mirror) What? Why, what's this? My nose! Where is it? No, it's not possible!
Quick, water, a towel! Nothing doing - no nose!
(To Ivan) Pinch me! No, it
isn't that, I'm not asleep!
(He rubs his eyes and again looks at himself in
the mirror.) It still isn't there! Well, wherever it may be, I must get dressed
quickly.
Ivan If anybody asks where you've gone, what shall I say?
Kovalev Say that I've gone to the police-station.
(He goes out)
Galop
Kazan Cathedral. In the semi-darkness, a few men
and women are praying. The nose comes in, wearing a State Councillor's uniform;
he kneels down several times and begins to pray with fervour. Kovalev follows
the Nose into the cathedral; he is hiding his noseless face in a handkerchief.
Noticing the Nose, he coughs softly to attract his attention. Throughout the
episode, Kovalev sings in a breathless staccato while the Nose retains the same
unruffled calm)
Kovalev (aside) How can I manage to get near him? Everything
- his uniform - his hat - marks him out as a State Councillor!...Blast it!...How
shall I manage?...
(To the Nose) Your honour! Your honour! The Nose I beg
your pardon? Kovalev This is strange indeed, your honour, you'll admit it
yourself; you ought to know your place...and yet, all of a sudden I bump into
you! And where? In a church...
The Nose I really don't understand what
you're saying at all. Will you try to speak more plainly?
Kovalev How can I
explain this to him? Needless to say, I happen to be an Adjutant...You'll
therefore admit that I cannot remain noseless! It's not proper. Perhaps a common
costermonger, selling oranges on Voskressensky Bridge might at a pinch afford
to, but I aspire...besides...I am received in a certain number of great
households, I know several ladies - Madame Chekhtaryova, the widow of a State
Councillor, and others...Judge for yourself your honour...I beg your pardon, but
speaking objectively - as a matter of honour and duty - you should understand of
your own accord...
The Nose Nothing at all, certainly. Explain yourself, if
you please...
Kovalev Your honour, I don't know how I am supposed to
interpret your words. And yet the matter is simple: either you consent to...but
since you are my own nose!
The Nose You are mistaken, sir; I exist "per se"!
Moreover, if I am to judge by the buttons on your coat, the two of us can never
be on intimate terms: you belong to the Senate, or at any rate to the judiciary
world, whereas I am from the Academy of Science.
(Two women come in; one is
old, the other is young and slender; a lackey is clearing the way for them)
The Lackey Make way, make way!...
(Kovalev tries to draw the attention
of the younger lady. The Nose takes advantage of this to leave the church
unobserved)
Kovalev (starting, as though he had suddenly burnt himself)
Ouch! Where has he gone? My nose! Where is he, where is he, where?...
Chorus
Where?
(Up center, Kovalev is sitting in a hansom
cab)
Kovalev Is the Chief of Police at home?
The Assistant Chief of
Police (from the audience) No, he has just left!
Kovalev That's my luck!
The Assistant Chief of Police He's hardly been gone a moment! If you'd come
a few minutes earlier, you'd have found him.
Kovalev (to his cabman) Go on,
on your way!
The Cabman Where to?
Kovalev Straight on.
The Cabman
What do you mean, straight on? There's a fork: right or left?
Kovalev To the
newspaper editorial offices!
(The newspaper editorial
offices. In a tiny room, a bald clerk with glasses is registering an
advertisement handed in by the lackey of an old Countess. There are eight
servants on the stage)
The Lackey Believe me, my good sir, this little bitch
isn't even worth 80 kopeks; that's to say I wouldn't give so much as 8 kopeks
myself, but the Countess adores her! Yes sir, she certainly does adore her!
(The clerk listens to the lackey with a polite expression as he counts the
number of letters in the advertisement) And so, she offers one hundred roubles
to whoever will bring her back!
(The others servants exclaim over the sum)
The Servants One hundred roubles! One hundred roubles! One hundred roubles!
Kovalev (bursting in) Who registers advertisements here? Ah, good day!
Clerk At your service!
Kovalev I would like to have an advertisement
inserted...
Clerk Excuse me, I'll be with you in a moment...
Lackey To
speak plainly, strictly between you and me, people's tastes are quite
incompatible...
Kovalev Sir, allow me to ask you...
Clerk Presently,
presently! Two roubles and forty-three kopeks...
Kovalev My need is great.
Lackey It's all right if you are a sportsman, to take care of your dog and
not to baulk at paying five hundred or even a thousand roubles, if necessary;
but then, your dog has to be worth it...
Clerk One rouble and sixty-four
kopeks. Can I help you?
Kovalev I'd like...I have been cheated or wronged
and up to now I haven't been able to understand...I'd only like to say that
whoever puts me in touch with the villian will earn a fine reward!
Clerk May
I ask what your surname is?
Kovalev No, impossible, what for? I know too
many people... Madame Chekhtaryova, the widow of a State Councillor; Pelagia
Grigorievna, Madame Podtotchin...if they should ever happen to learn...my God!
No, just put this in: a College Assessor, or even better, an Adjutant...
Clerk And the fugitive was your servant?
Kovalev A servant! That
wouldn't be so serious! The fellow who's run away from me is my nose!
Clerk
Umph...what a strange name!...And has the said Nose robbed you of a large sum?
Kovalev My nose...the thing is that you haven't understood!...I am talking
about my own nose...it has vanished!
Clerk Your nose? Servants (giggling)
His nose has vanished! He's lost his nose! His nose has vanished! He's lost his
nose! His nose has vanished! He's lost his nose! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Clerk
(amused too) Haw, haw, haw! And how did it vanish?
Kovalev The devil must
have wanted a laugh at my expense!
Clerk There is something here that I
don't quite grasp, you know!
Kovalev (beseechingly) I am unable to tell you
how it happened, but what is certain is that, right now, my nose is walking
through the city masquerading as a State Councillor - and this is why I want to
make it known that whoever catches him should bring him back to me as quickly as
possible...Judge for yourself: how can I do without that essential feature of my
face? You see, it isn't the same thing as a little toe which can be safely
hidden inside a boot without anyone even noticing that it's missing.
Servants Yes, that's quite true, inside a boot, it doesn't show...
Clerk
True! It doesn't show!
Kovalev On Thursdays, I visit Madame Chekhtaryova,
the widow of a State Councillor, and then there is also Madame Podtotchin,
Pelagia Grigorievna, the General's wife; she has a very pretty daughter. See for
yourself...what shall I do now?
(blubbering) I can't show myself at their
houses any more!...
(with a sudden flash of hope Kovalev looks at the clerk
who seems to be thinking things over
Clerk No, I cannot insert such an
advertisement.
Kovalev How is that? Why?
Clerk Because the paper might
lose its good name...Just suppose that everybody decided to advertise the fact
that they've lost their nose! As it is, we are already taxed often enough with
publishing too many improbable happenings and false rumors!
Kovalev But how
can what has actually happened be improbable? This is not so at all!
Clerk
Well, to you it may not seem improbable, but listen to this: last week the
following thing happened: a civil servant came in, exactly as you did, and
brought an advertisement which cost him two roubles and seventy-three kopeks.
His black poodle - or so he said - had run away - so far there was nothing out
of the ordinary...But there was a catch: the poodle was in fact the book-keeper
of a gamesters' club who had made off with the cash...
Servants Well, now,
did you hear that? The things that happen!
Clerk Really!
Kovalev But I
am not inserting an advertisement about a poodle, I'm inserting one about my own
nose...It's almost as though it were I myself, in the flesh!
Clerk No, I
cannot possibly accept such an advertisement.
Kovalev But since my nose
really has disappeared!
Clerk If it has disappeared, it's a doctor's
business - they say that nowadays people can successfully graft almost any nose!
But! If I must speak quite candidly, I've noticed that you were a merry fellow
and that you liked a good jest...
Kovalev (extremely cross) Damnation! Well,
if this is what you think, I'll show you!
Clerk No, don't bother! Though, if
it's at all possible, I wouldn't mind a peep...
(Kovalev removes the
handkerchief from his face)
Well, I must say it's extemely curious! The
surface is perfectly smooth - smooth as a pancake straight out of the pan.
Servants Yes, incredibly smooth!
Kovalev There - and now, are you going
to keep on arguing? Surely you can see that it's impossible not to do something.
I would be particularly grateful if you could register the advertisement and I
am very glad to have made your acquaintance on that occasion.
Clerk Of
course it wouldn't be much bother to publish it, but I can't see what good it
would do you. Let me advise you rather to trust some professional person,
someone who knows how to ply his pen, with the task of relating this tale as a
rare freak of nature to be subsequently published in the "Northern Bee"... (he
takes some snuff) for the benefit of the young and, in a general way, for the
satisfaction of public curiousity. (He takes some more snuff) To tell you the
truth, I'm really sorry that such an anecdotic story should have happened to
you...Would you like some tobacco? They say it's good for headaches and also for
haemorrhoids.
(Kovalev bangs crossly on the table)
Kovalev I can't
understand how you have the heart to joke about this! Can't you see that I am
precisely without the organ used for snuffing?...The devil take your tobacco; I
can't even bear to look at it - and not only yours but all tobacco in general,
yes, even the super-fine variety!
(the servants begin to read advertisements
out loud)
Servants A good, fiery, eighteen-year-old mare...-Turnips and
radishes imported direct from London...-A fully-equipped datcha, with two stalls
for horses and a piece of land on which birch- trees could be planted...-Anyone
desirious to buy second- hand shoes is expected every day from 8 to 3 a.m. at
the general store...-A beautifully-hung stage-coach, without springs...-A near
new carriage, brought back from France in 1814...-A young nineteen-year-old
servant-girl who has already worked in a laundry would accept other tasks... -A
coachman, well-behaved (non-drinker), free immediately...
Entr'acte
(Kovalev's apartments In the hall, Ivan is lying down playing
his balalaika and singing dreamily)
Ivan (to the balalaika)
An invisble force
ties to my
beloved
bless us, o Lord, her and me
her and me
I'll give up a king's crown
if my beloved is happy
bless us, o Lord, her and me
her and me
(There is
a knock at the door. Ivan runs to open it and Kovalev walks in, in a foul
temper)
Kovalev You brute! You're forever fooling around...
(Ivan
vanishes, Kovalev goes into his room)
Armless or legless, it's not too bad,
but noseless a man is no more than a hybrid creature; he's not even an animal,
and certainly not a citizen; he's hardly good enough to be grabbed and thrown
out of the window. If it had at least been cut off in the war or if I had been
responsible for its loss! But it has vanished just like that, for no good reason
at all, without my even gaining anything by it! Why no, it can't have
disappeared; it's impossible, inexplicable. Such things can only be invented in
dreams or in moments of intoxication. Perhaps instead of drinking water, I
mistakenly drank the vodka intended to refresh my skin after shaving. Maybe that
idiot of an Ivan forgot to take it away and I swallowed it? (He looks at himself
in the mirror and pinches himself!) What a clowish face!
(The outskirts of St. Petersburg On the stage, an empty stage coach and
its coachman, fast asleep; the District Inspector is busy collecting his ten
policemen together and posting them)
Inspector My orders are that you
capture the scoundrel immediately and take him to my place so that he can be
questioned!
First Policeman There are supernatural things happening, if only
you knew!
Second Policeman Supernatural things? Then sin isn't far away.
Honest citizens will be so scared that it will put them off eating and drinking.
Come on, take courage! Let's have a drink!
Third Policeman How then?
Inspector I'll teach you how to take courage! What's the matter with you?
Are you refusing to obey, hey? Are you on the other side hey? Are you rebels,
hey? What's all this, hey? You'll be reported! Dismiss! Andrew, sit down on the
right; no, no, stop! Let Pete sit down. Now, this will do...Go! To that side;
don't push like this - knaves - I repeat, don't push like this!
Fourth
Policeman How then?
Inspector This is how; just come round to this side. Go
on, hurry, hurry...
Fifth Policeman What must we do? Inspector What's the
matter with you, boys? Honestly, your hair is as white as snow, but your
intelligence is still in the cradle. Just you wait a moment, I'll give you some
orders...
Sixth Policeman Funny bloke he is! A man like him should be hung
from the top of an oak-tree like a candle.
(The policemen sing a song in
order to drum up their courage)
Policemen Like a dog, with a tail between
its legs, like Cain, fidgeting around, he made tobacco run from his nose...
Inspector Tobacco ran from his nose.
A Lady (who is escorting some
travellers) How can one embark upon such a journey at this time of night? Sure,
it's a bad time! They're going to be attacked by robbers or something of that
sort...
A Passenger May God defend us from robbers! Anyway what's the good
of speaking about such things at nightfall! Nevertheless, it's frightening to
hear.
Lady Robbers or no robbers, it's dark - a bad time for travelling...As
for the coachman, he looks very ill and quite puny. Any old jade could get the
better of him. Besides, he's obviously drunk already and his guns look as though
they'd been jammed for quite some time. If you could only see them! Rather than
shoot, they'd be in danger of exploding and tearing apart his hand and his face
- and making him a cripple for the rest of his life, poor man!
(The
policemen are talking among themselves)
Seventh Policeman Maybe he's Satan
himself.
Eighth Policeman Whoever he is, there's something demoniacal
underneath it all.
Seventh Policeman I'll bet you anything he's not a man
but a devil.
(Two children arrive, escorted by their father and mother)
Eighth Policeman How is he dressed?
Father And now, mother, bless your
children. Here, children, come to your mother's side; a mother's blessing guards
one everywhere, by land and by sea.
(The passenger climbs into the
stage-coach)
Mother May the Holy Virgin protect you! Don't forget your
mother, write to her, even a tiny note.
First and Second Son Farewell,
farewell, may God protect us...
Father And now, according to the old
peasants' custom, let us sit down for a minute before your departure. (They sit
down) There! Now, everything is as it should be!
Ninth Policeman It's no,
then?
Tenth Policeman No!
Ninth Policeman How, no?
Tenth Policeman
No!
Ninth Policeman You don't think it's him?
Tenth Policeman What do
you think I care?
Ninth Policeman But surely, some devil must have had a
hand in it, if that dog drank vodka on that particular morning?
(Peter
Fiodorovitch and Ivan Ivanovitch run into each other near the stage-coach)
Tenth Policeman Hush! They're having a drink over there...
Ninth
Policeman Let's hope we won't be too late, with all this funny business...
Ivan Ivanovitch A good day to you, Peter Fiodorovitch.
Peter Fiodorovitch
I wish my noble friend and benefactor, Ivan Ivanovitch, a good day!
Ivan
Ivanovitch You are tired, it seems to me. Is your bad leg bothering you? Ha, ha,
ha, ha, ha!
Peter Fiodorovitch My leg? Hee, hee, hee!...I'll tell you
something, my good friend and benefactor, Ivan Ivanovitch, in my days, I took
some longer journeys! (An old noblewoman appears and her servants help her to
take her seat in the stage-coach) Ah! Let me tell you how I once stole into the
grounds of a lovely little German lady!...
Ivan Ivanovitch Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Fifth Policeman This is no place to be joking: there are diabolical things
happening!
Sixth Policeman Yes, unnatural! Here, let me have a taste of that
tobacco...It's very good!
Fifth Policeman Very good? Why, an old chicken
would refuse to chew it!...
Old Countess I'm going to tell you something
extraordinary - I shall die this summer! My death has already been to visit
me...
Servants What are you saying, my God!
Old Countess Let me ask you
to carry out my last wish: when I am dead, bury me near the church door, in a
very simple grey dress; not the one with a lilac stripe and ruffles - a dead
woman doesn't need a beautiful gown!
Servants What are you saying, my God!
Death is still far away, why do you scare us with such talk?
Old Countess
No! No! I already know when I'll die, but I wouldn't want you to be affected by
it; I am now a little old woman. I've lived quite long enough...and you too are
now old: we shall soon meet again in the other world.
(A cracknel-vendor
draws near)
Vendor Cracknels! Cracknels! They're delicious! Buy some!
Third Policeman Pretty little slip of a girl!
Fourth Policeman A choice
morsel!
(The vendor draws near the policemen)
Vendor Cracknels!
Fourth Policeman What is this then? What is this then?
Vendor They're
delicious, buy some! Buy some!
Third Policeman What's this? (He gooses her)
Vendor Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Policemen Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Fourth
Policeman A nice little morsel! Makes one's mouth water! What if we...her? Ha,
ha! Ha, ha, ha! Nothing doing! Nothing doing!...
(The travellers and their
companions exchange their last farewells
All -Mistress we shall treasure for
ever the remembrance of the lovely moments we spent in your company. -Goodbye
Mamma! Goodbye Mamma! -Hey you! The bearded chap! Where are you going? Can't you
see there's a lady!... -Christ Almighty! They've climbed in from every side!
-Where are you sneaking to? Stop! A handkerchief has just been stolen!
(The
coachman blows his horn and the coach careers off. The Nose suddently appears
running towards it)
Nose Stop! Stop! Stop!
(The horse is terrifed by his
cries and shies; the Nose tries to catch up with the coach. The coachman fires
at him and misses, while all the passengers tumble out of the coach)
Coachman Guards!
Peter Fiodorovitch, Ivan Ivanovitch and First and
Second Son and People What has happened?
(The old countess rushes off in
pursuit of the Nose who stumbles over the sleeping inspector. The latter starts
awake and blows his whistle)
Old Countess Stop him!
All Ah!
Nose How
dare you? I am a servant of the state and a high-ranking one too!
(The Nose
escapes, the policemen chase him. Guns are fired, whistles are
blown)
Inspector Stop him! Go on, boys, after him!
Policemen Who? How? A
lantern! Ah, the devil!
People Ouch! Ouch! Don't be afraid, catch him! A
lantern!
Old Countess Stop him!
First Policeman Don't be scared!
At-a-boys, catch him! What on earth are you afraid of?
Inspector After him,
go on, after him!
(Everyone surrounds the Nose and wallops him mercilessly)
Nose Ah! All Yes, that's it! That's it! That's it! Hit him! Hit him! Hit
him! Take this! Take this!
(After undergoing a severe thrashing, the Nose
resumes its former aspect)
All A nose!
The Old Lady Take this! The Nose.
First Policeman The Nose!
Passengers Stop!
(The District Inspector
wraps the nose up in a piece of paper and withdraws with his men)
SCENE
EIGHT
(Kovalev's and Madame Podtotchin's apartments The stage is divided in
two; only one half of it is lit, revealing Kovalev's rooms)
Inspector Are
these Assessor Kovalev's lodgings?
Kovalev Come in; I am Adjutant Kovalev.
Inspector Are you the person who has lost his nose?
Kovalev I am indeed!
Inspector Well, it has now been found!
Kovalev What are you saying? How?
Inspector In a very strange manner: it was caught trying to make away by
coach. It already had a passport, all perfectly in order, in the name of a
high-ranking civil servant, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Kovalev Where is it? Where is
it!?
Inspector And the funny thing is that even I, at first, mistook it for
a man! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Why, most fortunately, I had my glasses on! So I noticed
immediately that it was nothing more than a nose!
Kovalev (with increasing
impatience) Where is it?
Inspector I'm very short-sighted and if you were to
stand in front of me, I could make out your whole face, but neither your nose,
nor your beard...
Kovalev Where is it?
(The inspector sedately unwraps
the nose)
Inspector My mother-in-law, that is to say my wife's mother, she
can't see a thing either...
Kovalev Where is it? I'll go immediately!
Inspector Calm yourself - since I knew that you'd be needing it, I brought
it along with me. The curious thing is that the mainspring of this whole
business is a barber from Voznessensky Street - a scoundrel who's now been
delivered up into the hands of justice. I have suspected him of being a thief
and a drunkard for a long time now... Within the last three days, he stole a
whole lot of fasteners and buttons from a shop... (The inspector shows Kovalev
his nose) Here is your nose, just as it used to be!
Kovalev Yes, that's it,
that's it exactly! Let me offer you a cup of tea.
Inspector Thank you, it
would be with the greatest pleasure, but I have to refuse for I must now go
round to the Tribunal of Commerce. Every article has just undergone a very steep
rise in price...I live with my mother-in-law, that is to say, my wife's mother
and my children. The eldest one has been showing early dispositions, but I am
not rich enough to have him educated... (Kovalev gives him some money) ...but I
am not rich enough to have any of them educated...(Kovalev gives him more money
and the Inspector leaves)
Kovalev Yes, this is it indeed! Here is the pimple
on the left side! Here it is! Here it is! My own nose! Now that it has been
found, I must stick it back on, put it back in its place, between my two cheeks!
What if it shouldn't stay on! (Kovalev tries to put the nose back in front of
the mirror) It won't stick! What a mess! It doesn't stay on! Go on, you goop,
stay there! Can it really not be put back? My God, what if it could never be
stuck back? Ivan! Ivan!
Ivan At your service!
Kovalev Go quickly!
Ivan Where to?
Kovalev To the doctor's, tell him... (Ivan goes out) Go
on, get back into your place, you fool! Nothing doing, nothing doing!
(The
doctor walks in)
Doctor Where to? This way?
Ivan This way, kind sir,
this way! This is what happened, it's unexpected...
Kovalev My saviour! Save
me! The Lord will reward you for helping an unfortunate wretch!
Doctor How
did it happen?
Kovalev I woke up fairly early and I saw that where my nose
used to be, there was a completely smooth, stupidly flat surface.
Doctor And
the rest of your face is in its right place?
Kovalev Never mind about the
rest!
Doctor Fine, fine! Sit down and turn your head this way.
(The
doctor feels the place where Kovalev's nose should be)
Kovalev Ouch!
Doctor It's nothing. Umph...turn your head a little further to the right,
that's it...(He feels again)
Kovalev Ouch!
Doctor Umph...no,
impossible...
Kovalev What?
Doctor It might be better to remain as you
are... because we'd run the risk of making things worse.
Kovalev I beseech
you, please, isn't there a cure?
Doctor Of course, we could always try to
stick it back on, but I warn you that it won't look so nice.
Kovalev Stick
it back on, whichever way you can! Let it be a mess, but let me have it firmly
back on! If needs be, I am quite ready to hold it into place with my hands in
moments of stress. Anyway, I never dance so there's no danger of my damaging it
by making a false move. I beg of you, stick it back on! As regards my gratitude,
you may rest assured: I shall give you everything that my limited means will
afford...
Doctor Please understand that I never accept patients in order to
take advantage of their situation: it is against my rights and against my art:
in fact, to tell you the truth, if I do let people pay for their visits, it's
only because I don't wish to hurt their feelings by refusing. Of course, I shall
put this nose of yours back in its place, but I promise you - you have my word
as a physician - that it will look worse than it does now... Why don't you leave
things to Nature? Clean the place as often as you can with fresh water and
you'll see that you'll feel just as good without it as with... As for your nose,
I advise you to place it in a flask of alcohol, or even better, to add a couple
of spoonfuls of very strong vodka and lukewarm vinegar. You should be able to
get quite a tidy sum for it! I might even buy it myself, at a reasonable
price...
Kovalev No! I wouldn't sell it for anything in the world! I had
rather see it rot!
Doctor Sorry. I was only trying to help. But what can I
do? At any rate, you can vouch for all my efforts. (The doctor leaves)
Kovalev Go on! Back in your place, you fool!
Iarizkin (walking in) What
a ludicrous face! Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Kovalev Ouch! Ouch! (He sees Iarizhkin)
Will it really never stay on any more? By golly! No, nothing doing!
Iarizhkin Why don't you try homeopathy?...How, through what stroke of
ill-luck could it have happened?
Kovalev Madame Podtotchin must be to blame:
she wanted me to marry her daughter and I replied that I was too young and that
I must wait for another five years, so as to reach precisely my forty-second
year; and so, in order to revenge herself, she must have resorted to some kind
of witchcraft... For I cannot possibly believe that my nose was actually cut off
by someone. Nobody came into my room. As for the barber Ivan Iakovlevitch, he
shaved me on Wednesday and my nose was in its place throughout the day and even
on Thursday... Besides, I would have felt a sharp pain, there would have been a
wound which couldn't have healed so fast and become thus as smooth as a pancake.
Iarizhkin Nasty business, very nasty business!
Kovalev Must I take it to
the courts? Or go to her place and get even with her myself?
Iarizhkin
Perhaps she'll agree to settle things with you without a fuss, won't she? Write
to her...
Kovalev Certainly, I'll write to her.
Iarizhkin If my nose
doesn't resume its rightful place... and so on...Dear Madame!
(Kovalev sits
down and writes)
Kovalev Pelagia Grigorievna...
(The other half of the
stage lights up, revealing Madame Podtotchin and her daughter, while Kovalev and
Iarizhkin fade into darkness. The daughter is telling her own fortune with a
pack of cards)
Daughter Another road - a king of diamonds on the horizon -
tears - a love letter - on the left a king of clubs is exerting himself but he
is thwarted by an evil person...
Mme. Podtotchin And whom do you think that
king of clubs is?
Daughter I don't know, I don't know...
Mme. Podtotchin
Platon Kuzmitch Kovalev!
Daughter Oh no! Certainly not. I'd wager anything
that it isn't him.
Mme. Podtotchin Now don't argue - there is no other king
of clubs...
Daughter No! No! No!
(Ivan comes in carrying a letter)
Ivan Have I the honour of speaking to Madame Podtotchin, Pelagia
Grigorievna?
Daughter Ah! How near spring feels!
Mme. Podtotchin You
have!
Ivan I have brought a letter.
(Madame Podtotchin takes Ivan's
letter and writes an answer which she gives to him)
Daughter My heart feels
as though I was always waiting for somebody - my ears are ringing - how could I
possibly remain deaf to all those calls? Ah, no!
Mme. Podtotchin This letter
is from Kovalev! (Madame Podtotchin goes to her daugher's side and they both
read Kovalev's letter)
Mme. Podtotchin and Daughter What? What? "Dear Madame
Pelagia Grigorievna! I cannnot understand your strange behavior...Please be
assured that by acting in this way you will not succeed in making me marry your
daughter. Let me tell you that I know perfectly well what has happened to my
nose and also the way in which you have been the mastermind of this whole plot.
Its sudden disappearance from its usual place..."
(The other half of the
stage lights up again. Kovalev and Iarizhkin are reading Madame Podtotchin's
reply)
Ivan Here is the answer.
Kovalev Give it to me! Give it to me!
Iarizhkin "Dear Mr. Platon Kuzmitch. I was extremely surprised by your
letter. I shall confess quite candidly that I was certainly not expecting such
reproaches and suspicions from you..."
Mme. Podtotchin and Daughter "...its
flight, first dressed up in a uniform and then under its normal aspect, is
neither more nor less than the result of witchcraft perpetrated by you or by
some other person well versed..."
Iarizhkin and Kovalev "...please believe
that the civil servant to whom you allude has never been received in my house,
neither in disguise nor under his normal aspect. True, Philip Podtantchikov has
occasionally visited us; but although he was desirious to obtain my daughter's
hand and although he was an excellent kind of man and extremely knowledgeable, I
never let him entertain the slightest hope."
Mme. Podtotchin and Daughter
"In the kind of practices which are so popular with you...Should the aforesaid
nose not resume its former place on this very day, then I shall find myself
compelled to place the whole affair into the hands of justice. With all due
respect, your humble servant, Platon Kovalev."
Iarizhkin and Kovalev "You
allude to the nose. If you mean to infer thus that I intended to lead you by the
nose, that is to say to deny you my daughter's hand, well I am surprised that
you should be the first to mention this as you know full well that my intentions
are quite opposite, and that if you were to make your request now, I should
grant you her hand immediately...since it has always been my most earnest wish.
I remain your devoted Pelagia Podtotchin."
Kovalev No! She's not guilty,
that's certain. Yes, it's impossible! A guilty person would never write like
this.
Iarizkhin The devil alone could unravel this business.
Intermezzo
(A man walks in from the wings; he is buried deep into his newspaper; he is
followed by others)
People -Adjutant Kovalev's nose is walking around
here... -I must admit that I don't quite understand this business...Where?
Where? -Well, I didn't know about this...and where is it? I can't see! -Where is
it? Where is it? I can't see anything! -It's unbelievable, the things that can
happen in this world! And where is it, that nose? Where can it be? I can't
see... -You must admit that it's a curious story, just like those tales about
moving tables, this story about Adjustant Kovalev's nose! -Where can it be? Here
it is! Here it is, look! -Where? Yes, that's it! -Where, where? I can't see
anything! Where? -What an amazing adventure! -Let's see the nose! Here it is!
Here it is! -Look, look! -Yes, that's it, look, it's coming, it's coming!
-Where, where? -Which one is it? -The one with the newspaper.
Old Man Let me
see, if you please, let me have a look...
People -Where is it? There, with
the newspaper! -That's it, that's it, look! -Where is it? Where is it?
Old
Man What's the matter with you? By golly! Why, that's not it!
People That's
not it. That's not it.
First Man The whole thing has been made up, do you
understand, made up...
People So then, that's it? That? Adjutant Kovalev's
nose?
Second Man The things that can be done thanks to progress are really
quite amazing.
People Progress? Progress? Where is progress in all this? By
golly!
Fourth Man All the same it's curious; just think: they say that at
three o'clock sharp, it walks about the streets.
People Where is it? Where
is it? Where? Where? Ah! Let us see it! Let us see it!
A new arrival
Gentlemen, the nose is now inside the officers' shop.
All Where? Where?
Inside the officers' shop!...
(The curtain is raised to show the back of the
stage; a crowd is standing in front of the shop)
Where is it? Where is it?
Where's the nose?
(To the front of the crowd a con-man is busy renting
little step-ladders on which people can stand to get a better view)
Crowd
Where is it? Where is it? Here it is! Look! There it is! Where? Behind the
shop-window, inside the shop!
Con-man I rent step-ladders, lovely
step-ladders! Step-ladders for fifty kopeks, for eighty kopeks. Who wants to
climb up?
Officer Will you please let me have a look?
Woman's Voice
Ouch! Where do you think you're trying to sneak, you shameless thing?
Some
Bystanders Ha, ha, ha! Where is it? Where is it? Look! Look!
(The officer
climbs onto a bench)
Officer It's a pull-over, a plain pull-over, there's no
nose! Crowd A pull...ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! There's no nose!
Fourth Man How do
they dare disturb us with such nonsense!
First Man That's what I said! A
pull-over!
Second Man It's all poppycock! Poppycock! Poppycock!
Crowd
There's no nose - only a plain pull-over. Ha, ha, ha!
New Arrival Ladies and
gentlemen, the nose is taking a walk in the Summer Garden!
Crowd Where?
Where? -Didn't I tell you he wasn't on Nevsky Avenue? -To the Summer Garden,
quick, quick!
(Everybody starts to run)
Dandy Michael, are you going?
Second Dandy Yes!
First Dandy So am I!
An Anonymous Voice I shall go
and have a look!
Third Student Are you there? Let's go and see!
First
Student Of course!
Fourth Student See Adjutant Kovalev's noise?
Students
-Yes, it's in the Summer Garden! -Let's run over there! -We must go! -As fast as
we can!
A Respectable Lady and her Two Children -Mamma, mamma, can we see
the nose? -Presently, children, presently. Let's go quickly to the Summer
Garden!
(The Summer Garden can now be seen; on the road to it, there's a
derelict shop in front of which everybody stops)
Crowd -This is where
Adjutant Kovalev's nose is taking a walk! -Nonsense! Everyone knows he's in the
Summer Garden. -Ah! Let's see it! Let's see it! Where is it? Where is it?
(Khan Khozrev Mirza is trying to make his way through the crowd in a sedan
carried by eunuchs)
Eunuchs Now then, citizens, please let Khozrev-Mirza
through!
Crowd Where is it? Here it is! Look!
Eunuch Make way:
Khozrev-Mirza would like a look! If you please, let Khozrev-Mirza through!
Crowd Make way! Khozrev-Mirza would like a look! Let Khozrev-Mirza have a
look!
Khozrev-Mirza (aside) I can't see anything! (aloud) Really, it's
incredible! How can the nose be walking by itself in the Summer Garden? What a
sensational phenomenon. Truly, an amazing freak of nature! It's extremely
interesting! (to his eunuchs) Let's go home!
Eunuchs If you please,
citizens, Khozrev-Mirza would like to go home, make way! He has had a look and
now he wants to go home.
Crowd Khozrev-Mirza has seen it! We must see it
too! Where is it? Show us the nose! We want to see it too! Here it is! No,
that's not it! Yes, here it is...
(a police squad walks in)
Police Now
then, now then, move up, move up... on your way!
Crowd Where is it? Where is
it?
(Firemen appear and douse the crowd)
EPILOGUE
SCENE NINE
(Kovalev's rooms Kovalev jumps out of bed, holding his nose)
Kovalev
Here it is! Here it is! Yes, indeed. Here it is! My nose is back in its place,
between my cheeks! Ivan, Ivan!
(Ivan comes in)
Ivan Did you call me,
sir?
Kovalev Look, Ivan, I think there's a pimple on... my nose. (aside)
Let's hope he doesn't say: there's not only no pimple, there's no nose either!
Ivan No there's nothing, sir.
Kovalev What do you mean, nothing?
Ivan There is no pimple, the nose is spotless!
Kovalev Fine, fine!
(addressing the nose) What do you think of that? You double- dealer!
(Kovalev dances around. Ivan Iakolevitch walks in)
Ivan (aside) Just
look at the master, prancing around!
Kovalev Ah! There you are! Ivan
Iakovlevitch That's right. Kovalev Tell the truth, are your hands clean?
Ivan Iakovlevitch Clean!
Kovalev You're lying...
Ivan Iakovlevitch
Word of honour, clean!
Kovalev Go ahead!
(He sits down for his shave)
Ivan Iakovlevitch Water! Water! (Ivan brings some water. He points to his
nose) Well, what about this one, what shall we do with it? What if we...all the
same... I mean to say! Ha, ha, ha.
(Kovalev and Ivan Iakovlevitch look at
each other and laugh)
Kovalev Ha, ha, ha! Your hands stink as usual.
Ivan Iakovlevitch Ha, ha, ha! But why should they stink?
Kovalev I don't
know, my good man, but what I do know is that they stink...Hey there, hey there,
be careful!
(Nevsky Avenue Kovalev is walking idly around, greeting sundry
acquaintances)
First Acquaintance Good day, Platon Kuzmitch!
Kovalev
Good day! (aside) The nose is where it should be! (aloud) Good-day, Stephen
Lazarevitch!
Second Acquaintance I wish you a very good day, Platon Kuzmich.
Kovalev It's in its place, it's in its place!...If the Adjutant doesn't
burst out laughing as he sees me, it will be an irrefutable proof that
everything is in order.
Third Acquaintance Ah! When one speaks of the devil,
one sees his horns!
Kovalev Ah! As for you, I know you well! A real viper!
How are you? Ah, yes, I'm fine...
Mme. Podtotchin and Daughter Platon
Kuzmitch...Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Kovalev Dearest Madame Pelagia Grigorievna!
Mademoiselle! Ha, ha, ha!...(He tells them an anecdote) Here's a good one: he
had been away on a mission for three years; he finally comes back home; his wife
goes to meet him, beside herself with joy, holding a child by the hand - Hullo!
- Hullo! Where has that child sprung from? - The good God sent him to us! she
says. - The good God! You bet it is! and he wallops her; he had forgotten that
the child was his. And yet the little perisher is his spit image...Ha, ha, ha,
ha!
Daughter Hee, hee, hee, hee!
Mme. Podtotchin Platon Kuzmitch, would
you accept an invitation to lunch with us tomorrow? (aside to Kovalev) And
should you like to get engaged to my daughter, I would grant your request.
(Kovalev bows respectfully as they move away)
Kovalev (shaking his fist)
Such is indeed the female race, a race of fowls! Well no! Anyway, I shan't marry
your daughter! It's so much simpler to do it "for love"...
(The principal
characters discuss the events of this strange story)
(Kovalev goes up to a
street-vendor)
Kovalev Listen, my dove, come and see me at home... All you
have to do is to ask: where does Adjutant Kovalev live? Anyone will be able to
tell you. Umph, umph...(As he goes away) My love... my pretty one...
(He
disappears)
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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