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The Queen of Spades and Selected Works (Pushkin Collection)

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by Alexander Pushkin

On you, when, bowing silently, you spread

  Your raven tresses o’er the pallid marble —

  And then it seems to me that secretly

  An angel has alighted on this tomb.

  Within my troubled heart it is not prayers

  That I find then. I stand in speechless wonder

  And think — Oh! happy man, whose chilly marble

  Is warmed with breath from her celestial lips

  And with the tears of her great love bedewed.

  DONA ANNA. Strange words are these!

  DON JUAN. — Senora?

  DONA ANNA. — Said to me!...

  You have forgotten...

  DON JUAN. — What? That I am only

  A wretched hermit? That my sinful voice

  Should not resound so loudly in this place?

  DONA ANNA. It seemed to me... I did not under-

  stand...

  DON JUAN. Aha! I see; you have discovered all!

  DONA ANNA. I have discovered! What?

  DON JUAN. — That I’m no monk...

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  And at your feet I humbly beg your pardon.

  DONA ANNA. O Heavens! Pray get up! Who are you

  then?

  DON JUAN. Unhappy victim of a hopeless passion!

  DONA ANNA. O God in Heaven! Here, before this tomb!

  Begone!...

  DON JUAN. A minute, Dona Anna, pray

  A single minute!

  DONA ANNA. — But if someone comes!...

  DON JUAN. The gate is locked. A single minute, pray!

  DONA ANNA. Well, come! What is it that you wish for?

  DON JUAN. — Death!

  Oh, let me die this instant at your feet,

  And let my hapless dust be buried here,

  Not near the dust of him who’s dear to you,

  Not on this spot — not near — but some way off,

  There — at the very threshold — at the gate,

  That there, in passing, you might touch my grave

  With your light foot or with your garment’s hem

  Whene’er you come to bow your curly head

  Upon this haughty monument and weep.

  DONA ANNA. You’ve surely lost your senses.

  DON JUAN. — Dona Anna,

  To wish for death — is that a sign of madness?

  Were I a madman, then would I be fain

  To stay among the living, I’d have hope

  Some day to touch your heart with tender love;

  Were I a madman, I would spend the nights

  Below your window and disturb your sleep

  With serenades; I would not hide myself.

  But, on the contrary, I’d strive to be

  Oberved by you wherever I might go;

  Were I a madman, I’d refuse to suffer

  In silence...

  DONA ANNA. SO you call this silence, then?

  DON JUAN. Chance, Dona Anna, carried me away;

  For otherwise, you never would have learned

  Of this, the gloomy secret of my heart...

  DONA ANNA. And have you then been long in love with

  me?

  DON JUAN. How long I’ve been in love I do not know.

  But only since that hour I’ve known the value

  Of this brief life, yes, only since that hour

  I’ve understood what happiness could mean.

  DONA ANNA. Begone! Begone! You are a dangerous

  man.

  DON JUAN. Dangerous! How?

  DONA ANNA. — I fear to listen to you.

  DON JUAN. Then I’ll be silent; only do not send

  Away the man to whom the sight of you

  Is all the consolation he has left.

  I do not entertain audacious hopes,

  Make no demands upon you, but I must,

  If I am still condemned to live, have leave

  To see you.

  DONA ANNA. GO — for this is not the place

  For words like these, for madness such as this...

  To-morrow come to where I live; if you

  Will swear to keep within respectful bounds,

  I shall receive you — in the evening, later...

  E’er since the hour that I became a widow

  I have not seen a soul...

  DON JUAN. — O Dona Anna! —

  You angel! May God comfort you, as now

  You offer balm to this unhappy soul!

  DONA ANNA. Begone! Begone!

  DON JUAN. — One minute more, I pray.

  DONA ANNA. Well, then, ‘tis I must go... Besides, my

  mind

  Is far from prayer. You’ve distracted me

  With all your worldly talk; my ear to such

  Has long been unaccustomed. — But to-morrow

  I shall receive you...

  DON JUAN. — Even yet I cannot

  Believe, I cannot trust my happiness!

  To-morrow I shall see you!... And not here,

  And not by stealth!

  DONA ANNA. — To-morrow, yes, to-morrow.

  What is your name?

  DON JUAN. — Diego de Calvado.

  DONA ANNA. Farewell, Don Diego. — (Exit.)

  DON JUAN. — Leporello!

  (LEPORELLO enters.)

  LEPORELLO. — What

  Is now your pleasure?

  DON JUAN. — Dearest Leporello!

  What bliss! — ”To-morrow, in the evening, later”....

  My Leporello, yes, to-morrow!... So

  Prepare... I’m happy as a child!

  LEPORELLO. — So you

  Conversed with Dona Anna? Maybe she

  Addressed to you a gracious word or two,

  Or you bestowed on her your blessing.

  DON JUAN. — NO,

  My Leporello, no! An assignation,

  An assignation has she granted me!

  LEPORELLO. Can it be so? O widows, you are all

  The same.

  DON JUAN. Oh, what a happy man am I!

  I’m ready to embrace the world — or sing!

  LEPORELLO. And what will the commander have to say

  About all this?

  DON JUAN. You think he will be jealous?

  No, truly; he’s a man of common sense.

  And surely has grown meeker since he died.

  LEPORELLO. No, see his statue there.

  DON JUAN. — Well, what?

  LEPORELLO. — It seems

  As though it’s looking at you angrily.

  DON JUAN. My Leporello, here’s a notion: go

  And bid it come to-morrow to my house —

  No, not to mine — I mean to Dona Anna’s.

  LEPORELLO. Invite the statue! Why?

  DON JUAN. — Well, certainly,

  Not for the purpose of conversing with it.

  But bid the statue come to Dona Anna’s

  To-morrow evening rather late and stand

  On guard before the door.

  LEPORELLO. — Here’s an odd way

  To jest! And jest with whom!

  DON JUAN. — Go on!

  LEPORELLO. — But...

  DON JUAN — GO!

  LEPORELLO. Most excellent and beautiful of statues!

  My master, Don Juan, most humbly bids

  You come... Good Lord, I cannot, I’m afraid.

  DON JUAN. Coward! I’ll give it to you!...

  LEPORELLO. — Very well!

  My master, Don Juan, doth bid you come

  To-morrow rather late to your wife’s house

  And guard the door...

  (The statue nods.)

  Oh!

  DON JUAN. — What’s the matter there?

  LEPORELLO. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! I’ll die!

  DON JUAN. — Whatever’s happened?

  LEPORELLO. (Nodding.) The statue... Oh!

  DON JUAN. — What’s this you’re doing — bowing?

  LEPORELLO. NO, no, not I — but it!

  DON JUAN. — What fiddle-faddle

  Is this
?

  LEPORELLO. Then go yourself.

  DON JUAN. — Well, look, you knave!

  (To the statue.) Commander, I do herewith bid you

  come

  Unto your widow’s house, where I shall be

  To-morrow, and keep watch before the door.

  Well? Will you? — (Statue nods again.)

  God!

  LEPORELLO. — I told you...

  DON JUAN. — Let us go.

  SCENE IV

  DONA ANNA’S Room, DON JUAN and DONA ANNA.

  DONA ANNA. Don Diego, I’ve received you; yet I fear

  My melancholy conversation will

  Soon bore you; wretched widow that I am,

  I never can forget my loss. Like April

  I mingle tears with smiles. But tell me why

  Are you so silent?

  DON JUAN. — I’m enjoying deeply

  And silently the thought that I’m alone

  With charming Dona Anna — here, not there

  Beside that lucky dead man’s monument —

  And see you now no longer on your knees

  Before your marble spouse.

  DONA ANNA. — Don Diego, are

  You jealous then? My husband tortures you

  E’en in his grave?

  DON JUAN. — I ought not to be jealous:

  For he was your own choice.

  DONA ANNA. — Oh no; my mother

  Commanded me to marry Don Alvaro,

  For we were poor and Don Alvaro rich.

  DON JUAN. The lucky man! He brought but empty

  treasures

  To set before a goddess’ feet; for that

  He tasted all the bliss of paradise.

  If I had known you first, with utter rapture

  I’d have bestowed on you my rank, my wealth,

  All, everything, for but one gentle glance!

  Your slave, I would have held your wishes sacred!

  I would have studied all your whims, that I

  Might then anticipate them, that your life

  Might be one long enchantment without end!

  Alas! fate has decreed quite otherwise!

  DONA ANNA. Ah, Diego, stop! ‘Tis wrong of me to listen

  To you — it is forbidden me to love you:

  E’en to the grave a widow must be faithful.

  If only you could know how Don Alvaro

  Did love me! Oh, ‘tis certain Don Alvaro,

  Had he been left a widower, had ne’er

  . Received into his house a lovelorn lady.

  He would have kept his faith with spousal love.

  DON JUAN. O, Dona Anna, torture not my heart

  With everlasting mention of your spouse.

  Pray cease from your chastisement, although I

  Perhaps deserve chastisement.

  DONA ANNA. — And pray how?

  You are not bound, I think, by holy ties

  To anyone? In loving me, you do

  No wrong in Heaven’s eyes or mine.

  DON JUAN. — In yours!

  O God!

  DONA ANNA. It isn’t possible you’re guilty

  Of any wrong to me? Or, tell me, how?

  DON JUAN. NO, never!...

  DONA ANNA. — Diego, tell me what you mean!

  You’ve done me wrong? But tell me, how and when?

  DON JUAN. NO, not for worlds!

  DONA ANNA. — But, Diego, this is strange!

  I ask you, I demand of you...

  DON JUAN. — NO, no!

  DONA ANNA. SO this is being docile to my will!

  But what was that you said to me just now?

  That you would like to be my very slave.

  I’m getting angry, Diego; answer me,

  In what way have you wronged me?

  DON JUAN. — No, I dare

  Not tell; you’d never want to look on me,

  You’d fall to hating me.

  DONA ANNA. — No, e’en beforehand

  I pardon you, I only want to know...

  DON JUAN. DO not desire to know this terrible,

  This deadly secret.

  DONA ANNA. — Deadly!... I’m in torment:

  I’m full of curiosity — what is it?

  I didn’t know you — how could you offend me?

  I have no enemies, and never had.

  The only one is he who slew my husband.

  DON JUAN. (TO himself.) The dénouement approaches!

  - -Tell me now,

  Did you e’er know the wretched Don Juan?

  DONA ANNA. I never in my life set eyes on him.

  DON JUAN. But in your heart you bear him enmity?

  DONA ANNA. AS honor binds me. But you’re trying now,

  Don Diego, to divert me from my question —

  I ask...

  DON JUAN. Suppose that you should meet Don Juan?

  DONA ANNA. I’d plunge a dagger in the villain’s heart.

  DON JUAN. Where is your dagger, Dona Anna? Here’s

  My breast.

  DONA ANNA. O Diego! What is that you say?

  DON JUAN. No Diego I — my name’s Juan.

  DONA ANNA. — O God!

  No, no, it cannot be, I don’t believe...

  DON JUAN. I’m Don Juan.

  DONA ANNA. — It isn’t true.

  DON JUAN. — I killed

  Your husband; and have no regrets for that —

  There is no trace of penitence within me.

  DONA ANNA. What do I hear? No, no, it cannot be.

  DON JUAN. I’m Don Juan, and I do love you.

  DONA ANNA. (Falling.) — Where,

  Where am I? Where? I’m fainting!

  DON JUAN. — God in Heaven!

  What’s happened to her? Dona Anna, what’s

  The matter with you? Come, wake up, wake up,

  And pull yourself together; at your feet

  Your slave, your Diego kneels.

  DONA ANNA. — Leave me alone.

  ( Weakly.) You are my enemy — you took away

  From me all, all that in my life...

  DON JUAN. — Dear creature!

  I’m ready now to expiate that blow;

  I only wait your order at your feet:

  Command — I’ll die; command — and I shall breathe

  For you alone...

  DONA ANNA. — So this is Don Juan?

  DON JUAN. True, is it not, he’s been described to you

  As an outrageous villain and a monster.

  O — Dona Anna, rumor is perhaps

  Not wholly wrong; upon my weary conscience

  There weighs, perhaps, a heavy load of evil;

  I’ve long been an adept in lechery;

  But since I saw you first all that has changed:

  It seems to me, that I’ve been born anew!

  For, loving you, virtue herself I love —

  And humbly, for the first time in my life,

  Before her now I bend my trembling knees.

  DONA ANNA. Yes, Don Juan is eloquent — I know!

  I’ve heard them say: he is a sly seducer,

  A very fiend. How many wretched women

  Have you destroyed?

  DON JUAN. — Not one of them till now

  Was I in love with.

  DONA ANNA. — And shall I believe

  That Don Juan at last has fallen in love,

  That I am not another of his victims!

  DON JUAN. If I had wished to dupe you, do you think

  I would have thus avowed the truth or uttered

  That name that you can hardly bear to hear?

  What do you see of trick or craft in that?

  DONA ANNA. Who knows your heart? But how could

  you come here?

  For anyone might recognize you here —

  And then your death would be inevitable.

  DON JUAN. Ah, what is death? For one sweet moment’s

  tryst

  I’d give my life without a murmur.

  DONA ANNA. —
How

  Will you escape from here, imprudent man?

  DON JUAN. (Kissing her hand.) And so you are con-

  cerned about the life

  Of poor Juan! Then in your heavenly soul

  There is not any hatred, Doha Anna?

  DONA ANNA. Alas! if only I knew how to hate you!

  But we must part.

  DON JUAN. — When shall we meet again?

  DONA ANNA. I do not know. Some time.

  DON JUAN. — To-morrow?

  DONA ANNA. — Where?

  DON JUAN. Here.

  DONA ANNA. O Don Juan, how weak a heart is mine!

  DON JUAN. A quiet kiss in token of forgiveness...

  DONA ANNA. It’s time to go.

  DON JUAN. — Just one, cold, quiet kiss...

  DONA ANNA. Oh, how importunate you are! Well, there!

  ... (A noc at the door.)

  What is that knock I hear?... Oh, hide, Don Juan!

  DON JUAN. Good-bye, until we meet again, my darling.

  (Goes out and runs in again.)

  Oh!...

  DONA ANNA. What’s the matter? Oh!

  (Enter the STATUE of the commander;

  DONA ANNA falls.)

  STATUE. — Your call I’ve answered.

  DON JUAN. O God! O Dona Anna!

  STATUE. — Let her be,

  All’s over. You are trembling, Don Juan.

  DON JUAN. I? No!... I bade you come; I’m glad to

  see you.

  STATUE. Give me your hand.

  DON JUAN. — Here, take it... Oh, how heavy

  The pressure of his cold and stony hand!

  Release me, let me go, let go my hand!...

  I’m perishing — all’s over — Dona Anna!

  (They sink into the ground.)

  MOZART AND SALIERI

  Translated by Genia Gurarie

  CONTENTS

  Scene 1

  Scene 2

  Antonio Salieri (1750-1825), an Italian composer, conductor and teacher, whose students included Franz Schubert, Ludwig van Beethoven and Franz Liszt

  Scene 1

  (A room)

  Salieri

  Some people say: there is no right on earth.

  Not in the heavens, neither! This to me

  Appears as clear as any simple scale.

  I came into this world in love with art.

  Yet on a childhood day, when in the heights

  Of our old church the lofty pipes resounded,

  I listened, and was lost in listening -- tears

  Were pouring out, involuntary, sweet!

  In early years I spurned all idle pastimes;

  All sciences extraneous to music

  Disgusted me; with obstinate disdain

  I soon rejected them and gave myself

  To music only. Hard the initial step,

  And dull the initial path. I overcame

  The first adversities. I put up craft

  To constitute the pedestal of art.

 

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