Ансельм Людмила Николаевна
Saintly Lye

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  • Размещен: 28/09/2019, изменен: 28/09/2019. 10k. Статистика.
  • Пьеса; сценарий: Драматургия
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    Mother tells her daughter the story of her life and her attitude to religion.

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      SAINTLY LIE
       Ludmila Anselm
      Translated by Jim Clinton
       Dedicated to my grandfather
      
       CHARACTERS
      
      MOTHER - Woman 40 years
      DAUGHTER -Katya 14 years
      
      The Stalinist era in Russia. A picture of Stalin is on the wall. It"s night. KATYA is kneeling by lamp light, bowing to the floor, and crossing herself. MOTHER enters, quietly closing the door. She stands stock still, resigned, watching her daughter pray. Finally she strides up to her daughter.
      
      MOTHER
      What are you doing?
      
      KATYA
      (frightened, jumping to her feet)
      I... I was looking for a crayon. It dropped on the floor.
      
      MOTHER
      You were praying! I saw you crossing yourself!
      
      KATYA
      Why shouldn"t I pray?
      
      MOTHER
      It"s very... very dangerous ... and ... you are still too young and carefree to understand.
      
      KATYA
      I understand more than you think, Mama.
      
      MOTHER
      What if a neighbor should see you?
      
      KATYA
      So what? I could say I was practicing for a play.
      
      MOTHER:
      Where did you learn to pray?
      
      KATYA:
      Grandmother. She talked to me about prayers, about sins, while we baked cookies.
      
      
      MOTHER
      What prayers do you say?
      
      KATYA
      "Our Father whom art in Heaven hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom one, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven."
      
      MOTHER
      Does your friend Lucy know this prayer?
      
      KATYA
      I asked her once, but she said she had never heard it.
      
      MOTHER
      Why do you think that is?
      
      KATYA
      I don"t know. Maybe because she has no Grandmother and she doesn"t need to pray. She is not alone all the time. She has a brother. I am alone, and when it"s dark out I hear creaks and bumps. The house shakes. When I get afraid I say Grandmother"s prayers and cross myself. I forget my fear.
      
      MOTHER
      I wish I could change my shift at the hospital, but I have to work. You... you talk to God?
      
      KATYA
      I have to talk to somebody.
      
      MOTHER
      What do you talk to God about?
      
      KATYA
      My sins. I ask His advice. I tell Him about my fear.
      
      MOTHER
      And He answers you?
      
      KATYA
      Sometimes. It depends on his mood.
      
      MOTHER
      So! Katya, we have to live in this society. Soon you must be a Komsomol member.
      
      KATYA
      I know. Everybody has to be.
      
      
      MOTHER
      What will you say when they ask if you believe in God?
       (Beat)
      If they find out or see that you do believe in God you know they will throw you out of Komsomol. You will not be able to go to the university. You will only be able to work as Lucy"s mother works...
      
      KATYA
      I don"t care... I"m not afraid of them, because God will stand by me.
       (Pause)
      
      MOTHER
      Katya, your Grandfather thought that God would stand by him, but God didn"t.
      
      KATYA
      Mama, tell me about him...
      
      MOTHER
      I was born in a little town named Kaluga. My father was a teacher.
      
      KATYA
      He was not a teacher! He was a priest!
      
      MOTHER
      He was a teacher!
      
      KATYA
      Grandmother told me the truth! You have never told me the truth!
      
      (MOTHER slaps the KATYA.)
      
       MOTHER
      Don"t talk to me that way. I"m your mother!
      KATYA
      I hate you!
      (Long pause)
      
      MOTHER
      Words... all words... just words... are the most dangerous thing in our life. I"m your mother! You must show me respect even if you think I"m only telling you half truths. (Pause) You don"t know how my life was... What I have endured...
      
      KATYA
      Your father was a priest!
      
      MAMA
      Katya, don"t speak so loudly. The neighbors could hear you. (Pause)
      All right... I"ll tell you the truth... May be you"ll understand how my life was... All my life I have been afraid that somebody would find out that I"m the daughter of a priest!
      
      KATYA
      Mama, what happened to Grandfather?
      
      MOTHER
      I was just about your age. One night I didn"t want to go to bed and hid under the chair. There was a knock on the door. Papa opened it. There were three big men.
      
      KATYA
      Who were they?
      
      MOTHER
      NKVD, KGB... not important. He went away with them without even a jacket. I ran after him and gave him his jacket and piece of bread. He took the bread from my hands and there in the middle of the street. He made the sign of the cross on me. (Pause) I never saw him after that...
      
      KATYA
      But why did they take him?
      
      MOTHER
      He was a priest. Almost all priests were arrested, not just my father. We found out later that all the arrested priests were shot...
      
      KATYA
      Your father was shot!
      
      MOTHER:
      No one ever knew anything for sure.
      
      KATYA
      Did you try to find out about him?
      
      MOTHER
      No. We quickly moved away to Moscow.
      
      KATYA
      Why have you never told me this?
      Как
      
      MOTHER
      I was afraid you would tell somebody about my father. (Pause) If the KGB had ever found out that I was the daughter of a priest, I would never have been able to go to the university, never would have been able to be a doctor, and never would have been able to support you and Grandmother. I"ve always been afraid for myself. Now I"m afraid for you... Can I trust you?
      
      KATYA
      I knew that my grandfather was a priest, but I didn"t say about him, even to Lucy.
      
      MOTHER
      Good.
      
      KATYA
      But, Mama, your identification book must have said that you were the daughter of a priest.
      
      MOTHER
      I burned my papers. I got a new identification book. With the new papers I could go to the university...
      
      KATYA
      You didn"t tell Grandmother that you burned it them?
      
      MOTHER
      Of course not! I was afraid, that she would tell somebody. Now you see why I"m afraid, and why I"m afraid for your future? Remember, your Grandfather was a teacher. Do you understand?
      
      KATYA
      Yes!
      
      MOTHER
      Please, repeat: my Grandfather was a teacher...
      
      KATYA
      My Grandfather was a teacher...
      
      MOTHER
      Where was your Grandfather a teacher?
      
      KATYA
      I don"t know where he lived...
      
      MOTHER
      Good! And what will you say to the Komsomol when they ask you if you believe in God?
      
      KATYA (torn)
      I do not believe in God!
      
      MOTHER
      Correct...
      
       KATYA
      Mama, at school they teach us to honor Comrade Stalin who led us in the Great War against Germany. But he ordered my grandfather to be shot.
      
      MOTHER
      (holding KATYA"s hand)
      You have to do what is expected. But always try to know yourself. (Pause)
      Now you see why we have to tell half truths?
      
      KATYA
      But Mama, what about God? Is it a sin to tell Him half truths?
      
      MOTHER
      (Crossing to KATYA, she kisses her forehead.)
      We call this telling... a "Saintly Lie".
      
       END OF PLAY
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

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