# Hippo"s Dreams Farce

Виктор Вениаминович Ляпин

VICTOR LIAPIN HIPPO'S DREAMS FARCE Translated by Ivan Lyapin "Hippo's dreams" was staged in Australia, Albania, Chech Republlic and Russia.Victor Liapin Russian site http://lit.lib.ru/editors/l/ljapin_w_w/

VICTOR LIAPIN


HIPPOPOTAMUS' DREAMS

FARCE


Translated by

Ivan Lyapin


THE CHARACTERS:

FATHER

MOTHER

DAUGHTER

GUEST


There are four chairs on the scene. All characters are sitting on these chairs. During the whole action they practically do not depart from the scene.

Father rises to his feet and drags a bathtub full of water on the little wheels. He is in pajamas and slippers.

He sweetly stretches himself. He looks at the bathtub. He approaches it and blissfully flops into the water, spilling it around himself.


FATHER. I am a hippopotamus! I am a tsar of beasts!

Hey, servant! Give viands, spectacles, pleasures! Otherwise I will cut your unwashed neck! I am a righteous man, and you are a sinner. Remember who is the master here and who you are and what your life costs.

Abyss is before you. Abyss is after you. You are altogether only my dream, a strange dream of a good-natured animal, that closes its eyes in the warm rays of the ascending sun.

I never sin... Not by word. Because I cannot speak. Not by action. Because all my deals have been done before me... Neither by contradiction, nor by disobedience nor by slander... I have no one to slander on...

There is neither envy, nor hatred, nor selfishness in me. My closure is solidly fenced. Stranger cannot come in here. They bring food to me at fixed time. If they cease bringing it, I will simply die, having no thought of what's happening with me.

I love everyone and love no one. My love is a patience and a charity. It does not envy, it does not extol and it does not take pride, it does not vandalize and it does not search for anything, it does not get irritated and lie doesn't make it happy, it covers everything, it believes in everything, in all it hopes and endures everything.

I turn my tail like a cedar; my feet are like copper pipes, my bones - like iron twigs. My breathing makes coals red-hot, a flame leaps from my mouth. My heart is as solid as a stone, and as hard as a nether millstone. On the earth there is nobody like me; I was born fearless. I look boldly at all others; I am the tsar above all sons of Pride.

I am the hippopotamus...

Is it? ... It is ... It is enough... (Coming out from the bathtub) Uh, it's cold today, it's dank... Now! Should go under the blanket again!


Father runs away.


Mother, Daughter and Guest have an active conversation after the morning coffee.

Guest examines a magazine of impressionism.


MOTHER. Amazing picture, simply amazing! ...

GUEST. Yes, but Lotrek is more erotic.

MOTHER. You have a peculiar view on things.

GUEST. Cream is remarkable.

MOTHER. Help yourself with some more.

GUEST. With pleasure.

You know, when I lived in Moscow, I had an excellent dog. Cocker-spaniel. A bough. She was clever, beautiful, obedient, kind. It used to sit on my knees, place its head on my breast and stand still. And there was such a sincere affection spreading from her, such love, that, you see, I just shut my eyes - and it seemed that my mother caressed me.

MOTHER. You are such an impressionable person.

DAUGHTER. And you narrate so lively. You must have felt so lonely.

GUEST. There is none more faithful than a dog.


Father comes in.


FATHER. Didn't I interfere anyone?

MOTHER. You are in a good mood, I see. Jokes early in the morning.

GUEST. Good morning, Anton Ivanovich.

FATHER. I am good, I am very good, my darling, and I hope the same for you.

Had a good night?

MOTHER. Excuse me, who are you asking?

FATHER. What are we talking about?

GUEST. About dogs.

I must say to you, Anton Ivanovich, I have obtained an encouraging letter from my scientific leader. He sent money to me to equip the mission. Soon I will pay you my debt.

FATHER. This is so nice, really, very nice. I've never doubted, that you are a noble man. Isn't he, Galochka?

MOTHER. Well here, again it begins. All my life I am under suspicion. As soon as a young person appears in our house - and there it is: a distorted face and these groundless womanish scenes of jealousy.

Yes, we have to keep a guest. But this only because your salary is good for nothing!

Well, maybe I am in sympathy with him, maybe I do allow a slight flirtation and advances. So what? My life is one constant kitchen and listening to your idiotic reprimands. Is that life? Do you want me to go mad with the boredom and the hopelessness?

Apart from all that we have an adult daughter and she is a fool, who is not able even to get married. Okay, find lovers for her by yourself, if you do not like what I make of it!

DAUGHTER. You are always quarrelling in the morning! For God's sake, when will you stop it? While the precious lodger, look at him, smirks with his oily mug! Nonentity! And mom scolded her feathers in front of him as a fifteen-year-prostitute! If you knew what he speaks about you in my bed...

GUEST. (to Father) It is better to be sweet with the mummy. Otherwise, she'll make me pay my debts. Mother or daughter... Which is better? Think, I should get laid with them both. Well, good idea!

'Forget about modesty, darling! Stay just women!' It will be something.

FATHER. (To Guest) Unfortunately, there are no doubts. Everything I dedicated my life to turned out a lie and nothing. I will burn all my notebooks, all my books and never more, never more, never more... Now I have only one support - these pretty close faces. Yes, yes, yes! Nothing but the family, nothing but quiet evenings together, reading Gumilev, talking about painting...

GUEST. Idiot-daddy.

FATHER. Excuse me, what did you say?

GUEST. I said that it is so nice to have such a lovely and modern family. When I look at you, I imagine the same pleasant future for myself. But unfortunately, man proposes, and god, as you know, disposes, and we never know what we will have tomorrow.

MOTHER. Get out and come back like all normal people.


Father obediently goes out and comes back.


FATHER. Good morning, comrads.

MOTHER. (Joyfully) Let me introduce to you our dad, the head of family, Antoine Ivanovich, a well-known specialist of applied history of literature, almost a professor.

DAUGHTER. Daddy, this is Sergey Petrovich.

FATHER. I do not understand.

MOTHER. Here is your coffee.

FATHER. Where's my cream?

MOTHER. Sergey Petrovich's eaten the cream.

GUEST. I am very glad to meet you.

FATHER. What time is it?

MOTHER. It's quarter past nine.

FATHER. Do we have guests?

MOTHER. Since yesterday evening. Wonder that you haven't noticed.

FATHER. Are you a scientist?

GUEST. N-n- n... Partly. I think I am a businessman. You have amazingly hospitable wife and daughter.

FATHER. Do I? ... Seemed to be windy yesterday?

GUEST. It depends on our view on meteorology as a science. There was a draught.

FATHER. I was looking out the window the whole evening. The wind felled the trees.

GUEST. Similar facts did take place. But it did not disturb our pleasant party.

DAUGHTER. Sergey Petrovich's from the capital. He tells us about delights of contemporary life. It was amazing! Ah, I am charmed!

MOTHER. It is not important, where the man lives. It is important what kind of person he is.

FATHER. Why did I sleep in the kitchen?

MOTHER. You had to do your scientific work. We did not want to disturb you.

FATHER. My work moves at an extremely slow pace.

MOTHER. That's right. You keep on your arms a heavy burden.

GUEST. Would you be so kind as to tell me something of the theme of your studies?

DAUGHTER. Problems of the sufferings of male-praying mantis in the context of the development of the cultural tradition of the twentieth century... Oh, our daddy is a great scientist!...

FATHER. You know, my daughter is a fool, and wife is a coquette.

GUEST. This is very original.

MOTHER. Pah!

DAUGHTER. Pah!

FATHER. Where did you stay in our city?

GUEST. Hum, hum... See, to a certain extent... here. Galina Ivanovna and Elena Antonovna were so amiable to host me at your house under mutually advantageous conditions. I could not refuse.

MOTHER. Yes, that was inevitable. We are extremely hampered materially and, furthermore, for our Helen... you understand me... it's of high value... cultural society, polite conversations and other things like that...

DAUGHTER. Sergey Petrovich adores Goethe and French impressionists. So do I. We are close souls.

FATHER. And what about your last lover?

MOTHER. How dare you, Antoine?!.. Don't rub it in! ...

DAUGHTER. This is so out of place here, daddy! ... I'm so sorry, dear Sergey Petrovich. What can you think about us?

GUEST. The room is nice. It is clean, comfortable. The windows are on the sunny side.

FATHER. So, you've got nowhere to live but here. A long journey?

GUEST. M-m... This is a very complicated question.

FATHER. You see, I have lived here a long time... A very long time... I have seen enough... I am not surprised anymore...

Three years ago my wife brought in a chimpanzee. Domesticated. My wife and daughter hosted him like you. Nothing wrong with that, it was a good animal. Quite neat. And it did not bother anybody with conversations. I put up with it. For three months. We even breakfasted, if you believe it, at one table. Here! And it sat, by the way, at your place.

MOTHER. Would you like some more coffee, Sergey Petrovich?

GUEST. Thanks. Enough.

FATHER. Please, have some more! Don't be shy. We won't get poorer.

DAUGHTER. (With tears on her eyes) Why are you keeping silent, mom?!

MOTHER. Do not cry, girl, do not cry! Calm down!... Antoine, say that you are joking! ...

FATHER. I am not Antoine. I am Anton.

MOTHER. Of course, Anton!

FATHER. I do not give a damn, though.

MOTHER. You see, Helen. Daddy's just joking.

GUEST. You know, in the capital exotic animals are also very fashionable.

FATHER. That's what I said. It is fashion.

Let me introduce myself? Anton Ivanovich Kulebyakin. Personally. As the fates decree. An awfully nice man. I dare assure you. What am I? A bounder, one in a thousand, but have a pure crystal soul. Light-fingered, a little bit. It is what it is. Been caught and beaten not once, but still nice and sociable. The life and soul of the party, in one word. You'll see, we'll become friends. We'll be like brothers until one of us bites the other's head off.

I am so glad to meet you. So glad.

GUEST. Galina Ivanovna has a very high opinion of you.

FATHER. Frankly speaking, Galina Ivanovna's opinion does not interest me. Neither yours.

GUEST. What problem is your work focused on?

FATHER. Are you really interested?

GUEST. Undoubtedly. As a child, I dreamed of becoming a scientist.

FATHER. To the hippopotamus.

GUEST. Excuse me?

FATHER. To the animal, the cattle, class representative of mammals.

GUEST. Are you zoologist?

FATHER. Probably. To a certain extent. However, I see, it does not interest you, you are tired.

GUEST. No-no. This is extremely interesting.

DAUGHTER. Our dad is a big original.

GUEST. Undoubtedly.

FATHER. Let me ask you one question, in this case?

GUEST. I would be glad to satisfy your curiosity.

FATHER. Did you sleep in the bedroom of my wife last night?

MOTHER. Anton! ...

GUEST. I... I was too drunk. I overdrank last night.

FATHER. It's a pity. It means, you hardly have noticed.

GUEST. What?

FATHER. The window in the bedroom of my wife. It faces the school courtyard. It is planted with poplars. There is a road beside them. It's always deserted.

And further...Further there is a local zoo. Its iron fence usually glistens in the rays of the evening sun.

I'll lend you my binoculars this evening if you want! ... Or we can look at this together.

GUEST. Look at what?

FATHER. At how he's getting out from his dirty pond and warming himself in the sun. Unfortunately, this occurs extremely seldom and only before the sunset. The last time this happened... well, let me concentrate... about a month ago. Yes, exactly a month ago, when you, darling, hosted an architect from Petersburg.

I have everything recorded. If you want, I will bring my diary.

GUEST. No, thanks. Not now. I've got a headache after yesterday's party.

FATHER. As you wish. May I go?

GUEST. Where?

FATHER. I thought, I prevent you from drinking your morning coffee.

GUEST. No, not in the least.

DAUGHTER. Our daddy takes his scientific work very seriously. He has already written several volumes of studies.

GUEST. It must be very funny. Are you going to publish them?

FATHER. No. Not until twenty-five years after my death.

GUEST. Why the hippopotamus?

FATHER. I ask myself about that.... Every day, every hour, every second ... Why precisely the hippopotamus? Why? Why? Why?

It can't be just because of my humiliation, can it? No, it cannot. Am I not humiliated enough without that?

What power made him so isolated from others? What did he stand out for?

Does he have more compassion, conscientiousness, respect? Does he have a special philosophical type of mind? Is his love for his female more refined? Is he marked by some other feasts, unknown for me?

No.

A formless heap of bones, skin and meat with reckless, senseless eyes. Am I not right?

GUEST. Excuse me, I do not altogether understand, why are you so agitated? ...

MOTHER. Calm down, my darling. Drink your drops.

FATHER. Sorry. The architect was better, to my mind. At least, he was quicker in the uptake.

What will you do in our city?

GUEST. I will construct a new water-supply.

DAUGHTER. Sergey Petrovich, will you help me to clean up my room?

GUEST. With greatest pleasure. (They depart)

MOTHER. What a courteous cavalier!

FATHER. At last we are alone.

MOTHER. What's happened to you today? You are sad.

FATHER. I don't know. Have a lump in my throat. My organism is getting more subjected to natural cataclysms. There is a storm outside - and there is a storm in me. Like in communicating vessels. Probably, I'm getting ready for being a part of nature.

MOTHER. Does he strongly irritate you?

FATHER. ... No. Not more than the previous ones.

MOTHER. You gave me freedom yourself.

FATHER. You wanted this.

MOTHER. A woman never knows, what she wants.

FATHER. Is anything wrong within you?

MOTHER. Just the absence of love.

FATHER. (After pause) Today again I woke up with your name on my lips. The window into the garden was open. A nightingale hid in the branches of the linden, planted by my old grandfather. Its joyful song made my heart quiver.

I wanted to run to the river barefoot, rush into the boat and swim, swim, swim, whispering your name to the sky: - dear, my loved, the only one! How clean your eyes are! How light your smile is! What a bubbling light fills my life, when you are next to me!

MOTHER. I couldn't fall asleep the whole night either. After we parted, I kept repeating your words. They sounded like music in my heart: - I love you, I love you, I'll lay down my life for you...

FATHER. And so it happened.

MOTHER. What happened?

FATHER. You took my life away. Have beens became have not beens, and vice versa.

MOTHER. This is an exaggeration. A metaphor. You cannot take away anything that doesn't exist.

FATHER. You can. Did you get warm?

MOTHER. A little. But you feel cheap today. There is no inspiration. Worn out words, false intonation. The fire was but little.

FATHER. Maybe it's because your Sergey Petrovich's eaten up my cream.

MOTHER. Fie, what a humdrum of life! What a meanie you are!

FATHER. The stomach requires itself.

Should we add some jealousy?

MOTHER. Why not? But do not exaggerate, as the last time... This running with an axe irritates the neighbors.

FATHER. I think quite on the contrary. At least it's kind of entertainment for them. They're simply dying with boredom. The burgers, the pigs, the insects.

MOTHER. No, I do not want this running about. A duel is better. Catch him in my bedroom and propose a fight with knives. The daughter and I will purchase champagne and candies, she'll call friends, and we will wave by white and red handkerchiefs - whether you should finish each other off or leave the life of the defeated.

FATHER. This is so foolish.

MOTHER. But it is still more intelligent than an axe.

FATHER. Do you feel well with him?

MOTHER. I don't know. Sometimes.

FATHER. Do you want to divorce, by any chance?

MOTHER. Maybe. We'll see. Certainly not today.

FATHER. Pack of swindlers. You surround me from all sides.

MOTHER. Alone you would be bored to death.

FATHER. We've been doing it for twenty years.

MOTHER. And we have succeeded, haven't we?

FATHER. Nonsense. Shake of air. Marking time.

MOTHER. Go, take a bath, darling. It'll calm down your nerves. Splash around, relax, blow a couple of bubbles...

FATHER. Do not give him my cream anymore. Okay, darling?

MOTHER. Okay, darling. Sorry, I did not know it was so important for you.


They solemnly go to the different sides.

Guest and daughter run in.


GUEST. Your mum is a fool. Will you marry me?

DAUGHTER. Why are you always making fun of me?

GUEST. Oh, don't be sulky. Your lips are thick enough as they are.

DAUGHTER. I wish we'd have a child.

GUEST. You're welcome. I don't mind. It's a usual practice and it hardly prevents my business trip.

DAUGHTER. Don't even my tears really warm your heart?

GUEST. Do not behave like your mother. Why to cry when you have such beautiful eyes?

DAUGHTER. Anyway I'll cry now. It will never be repeated.

GUEST. What?

DAUGHTER. First night of love.

GUEST. In your case - no. I can have as many as I want.

We can continue our lessons.

DAUGHTER. Do you love me?

GUEST. I do.

DAUGHTER. Why do you not caress me?

GUEST. I got tired a little. You are too frisky.

DAUGHTER. If you leave me, I will die.

GUEST. I know. Me too.

DAUGHTER. No, you do not love me.

GUEST. Idiot, I said I do.

DAUGHTER. I've told mom about everything.

GUEST. About what?

DAUGHTER. About our love.

GUEST. Oh, I know.

DAUGHTER. Mom's told me about everything as well.

GUEST. Has she? And what's she told you about?

DAUGHTER. You are scoundrel! Blackguard and scoundrel!

GUEST. Well, thank God at last I can leave.

DAUGHTER. No, wait! We must have a talk!

I'm going off into hysterics.

GUEST. Wait, I'll seat myself in the armchair. Begin, when I clap. Okay! Start! (He claps)

DAUGHTER. You poked fun at me like the last bastard. First you penetrated in our house, pretending to be an intellectual and an aesthete. My inexperienced soul yielded to your charm. But this was an insolent fraud! Fraud, fraud, abomination and fraud! You just wanted to amuse with me!

Oh, if I had only known how stale your heart was and how mean your thoughts were! Fool! Why did I believe your fine words?!

GUEST. Not bad. You see, no sooner I'd appeared in your house, then you threw yourself on my neck assuring that it was me you had been waiting for all her life. You told me my appearance accurately reflected your teen-age dreams. Even my voice seemed very familiar to you, as though you had been invited to rosy far away for a long long time.

You did not even let me open my mouth. I just found myself in your bed practically raped by you.

DAUGHTER. (Shouting towards closed doors) Mom, plug your ears! This is a dirty lie!

MOTHER. (At the doors) I think, it is time to help you.

FATHER. I do not agree. Parental authority must not prevail over children. Let them sort it out without our help. Sort it out yourselves, my children!

MOTHER. (To Daughter) Look, as I do, my darling. A bit more tact. (Come to Guest and pat him on the head) Do you love me?

GUEST. I do.

MOTHER. Why don't you caress me?

GUEST. I got tired a little. You are too frisky.

MOTHER. No, you do not love me.

GUEST. Idiot, I said I do.

MOTHER. I've told my daughter about everything.

GUEST. About what?

MOTHER. About our love.

GUEST. I know.

MOTHER. My daughter's told me about everything as well.

GUEST. Has she? And what's she told you?

MOTHER. That you are scoundrel! Blackguard and scoundrel!

GUEST. Well, thank God at last I can leave.

MOTHER. No! Wait! We must have a talk!

I'm going off into hysterics.

GUEST. Wait, wait! How to say? Now I clap my hands! (He claps) Start!

MOTHER. Father! Say at least something in the end!!!

FATHER. Why? Not bad, not bad. Slightly over-played, but in general quite a decent performance.

I liked mother's part more.

GUEST. No.

FATHER. No?

GUEST. No.

FATHER. This is strange. (To wife) Let's go, darling. (They leave)

GUEST. The only thing that attracts me is the music of water-supply. I can listen to grumbling and wheezing of pipes for hours. How perfect the system is. No woman in the world possesses such an exquisite perfection.

DAUGHTER. You must love me at least out of pity. I've got migraine, palpitation, the indigestion, pain in the liver, lapses of memory. These are the results of your severe treatment.

GUEST. Get out, you wanton! Pure water of the fixed system washed the dirt from my soul and I understood that the past was an error.

Okay, listen to me. Sweet! Dear! Imagine for a minute that you gain your end. What then? Water-supply systems of all the other cities will fall into disrepair. Every morning you will feed me with borsch and give me coffee with cream. But then an erector will appear or an engineer and will insolently start drinking my cream. And you will suffer from it in the first place.


I was born free. All my childhood I was dreaming about serving people. I saw my road, all smooth and sunlit. And I marched ahead proudly, repairing all water-supply nets in a row.


But years, poor equipment and rotten people have broken me. I left the city and all the pipes rusted and acrimonious old men scribbled irritated letters to my authorities. It's not my fault that nothing can be preserved in our world. Firms expelled me. One after another. My clothing became rags, the dust of roads deeply penetrated my skin. I began to use any possibility of side jobs, often incompatible with my calling. Nature required itself, and I tempted women, close to water-supply systems and just fellow-travelers. Sometimes I felt nuts about it, sometimes sadness.

DAUGHTER. You need hearth and home and warm tears of the faithful wife.

GUEST. Useless. I gave up.

DAUGHTER. You never say a word about your family. What is your nationality?

GUEST. I am a nationalist.

My father died ten years ago. At first I didn't take any steps. But now I want to know, where is he? I walk around the city looking for him. Sometimes I see his shadow in the fog. But in general all my attempts are in vain so far.

DAUGHTER. Don't you suffer?

GUEST. No, I do not suffer. I am just waiting for the final. Like all people.

Where were you last night?

DAUGHTER. Excuse me?

GUEST. I asked, where were you last night?

DAUGHTER. In your bed. What's with you, dear? You were kissing my eyes the whole night saying that the moon was reflected in them.

GUEST. This is strange. I'd bet my life that I spent the whole night in roadside bushes, frozen, drunk and lonely. Look, my clothes are soaked with dirt and leaves.

DAUGHTER. It can't be true.

GUEST. ... It was, it was, it was, it was...

DAUGHTER. I have two witnesses - my father and mother.

GUEST. I have witnesses too. My sore throat and pain in the temples. I shivered and got wet and now I'm getting feverish.

Yesterday evening I felt amazingly terrible. I saw, that my life was measly, that everything around was accidental, foolish, unnecessary. I sneaked into the hall, gripped the first raincoat that came to hand (to my misfortune, it was the torn raincoat of your father) and rushed away. I ran through the empty city, flooded by dirty flows of rain. It seemed to me I was being chased after and almost overtook. I rushed into the ditch and froze. I laid there till dawn.

I know I'm still lying in that ditch.

DAUGHTER. Lie! All my breast's in your sucks.

GUEST. I want some more cream.

DAUGHTER. Daddy scolds.

GUEST. Then wine.

FATHER. (From his chair) Oh, my poor daughter! They'll never sort it out this way.

Child! Why've we brought you up so timid and bashful? You should've torn his throat with your sharp teeth, but you're caressing him - your own tormentor! Oh, this is my fault.

Young man, do you have a beautiful case for binoculars, by any chance?

GUEST. Alas, I have only my bag for spanners.

FATHER. What for did you appear in our house?!

GUEST. I was wandering. Looking for shelter.

FATHER. Come here, my daughter. Do you want to share your bed with this pleasant young man?

DAUGHTER. Yes, I do, daddy.

FATHER. Then you are a simple fool. Fool, fool, fool!!! Just like your mother!

Who will help me with my experiments? Who will take care of me? Who'll bring me coffee in bed while I'll be considering the next scientific chapter? Where is your daughterly attachment and love? Where is your respect to my gray hairs?


DAUGHTER. The whole respect to you is exactly in my ass.


Did you really think that for the sake of your scabby searches, which are interesting only for two-three old farts like you, I'll bury myself in this hole? Any bawdy house is sweeter than these paternal moth-eaten Penates!

FATHER. ... One more breach... One more hole... Breach after breach! Murder after murder! The bird of my holiness tore its wings with grief!

GUEST. Everything's because of the cream. You're having a bad day. It started in the morning and it's just getting worse.

FATHER. Oh, cream! Oh, dream!

Go, my daughter, and think about what I've told you. And be reasonable as a fairy. Not as a sailor whore.

GUEST. You are an amazingly tactful father.

FATHER. Drop it, Sergey Petrovich. My modesty does not allow me to bring myself to a focus. Let's change the subject.

... So, had a good night, didn't you?

GUEST. Which of them do you mean?

FATHER. I mean both.

GUEST. Well, I think we understand each other perfectly. We are seekers. That's the main thing. The disgrace of possession - that's all casual sex can bring.

FATHER. Oh, ya, the privilege of the saints - a feast on the ruins of passion.

Though, I've being deprived of such a passion for a long time. Solely watch and comment.

GUEST. Don't you try to harmonize your impressions somehow?

What makes us jump up in the mornings and rush to the wash-stand with frenzied eyes? What hides behind this Jesuit habit of wishing a "Good morning" to each other? As if the morning could be good or evil for any individual idiot? What makes us caress our women at night, whispering tenderly "That's it for today, darling. Tomorrow it'll be easier"?

FATHER. Habits, commandments, autosuggestions, the beauty of our ladies.

GUEST. (Crying) It seems to me, there is no truth in the world. All are liars.

FATHER. Young man, you're having a fit of criticism.

I don't know about the ideas, but women are sometimes ver-ry appetizing!

GUEST. Who are you?

FATHER. I do not know. I do not know either, who you are.


Guest leaves with tears. Mother comes in.


MOTHER. Close your eyes.

FATHER. I did.

MOTHER. Think about me.

What do you see?

FATHER. Old terrible dutch, carrying a glass of water to me.

MOTHER. Recall that you love me.

Did you recall?

FATHER. I did.

MOTHER. So then?

FATHER. Nothing.

MOTHER. Try again. Now cover your eyes with your other hand.

FATHER. The same old dutch. I am scared, darling.

MOTHER. Do not be. It will pass.

FATHER. We should get accustomed to love step by step.

MOTHER. I see. We shouldn't overstrain.

FATHER. Our daughter has your eyes.

... and what do we need love for? We should search for something real, to catch hold of the shores. Am I right?

MOTHER. Love warms the soul.

FATHER. Does it? Then we shall try again. (He closes his eyes with the hand)

No! I am too tired. Maybe later.


He leaves. Mother calls up daughter.


MOTHER. What are you busy with, daughter?

DAUGHTER. I'm cutting veins.

MOTHER. I am astonished. Because of him?

Big deal, Don Juan! He's just a plumber!

DAUGHTER. I know everything.

MOTHER. No, not everything. You do not know, how deep and tremulous I love your father.

DAUGHTER. You betray him.

MOTHER. But love is a betrayal. Don't you see - I feed him like a hand-raven from my hand?

He is happy with me.

DAUGHTER. You are just a witch.

MOTHER. How young and inexperienced you are! What a timid heart you have! When you learn to see the truth, you'll forgive me and understand me. We will again become good friends. Let me kiss you! (Kisses her) Oh, my sweet! My tender!

DAUGHTER. Ah, mom, I'm suffering so much! (She cries)

MOTHER. Suffer, suffer. You are turning from a little girl into a woman. From the nasty duckling into the goddess. You will have new skin, new thoughts and new eyes.


They leave. Guest runs. The father runs after him and thrashes his head with a broom.


FATHER. Young man, I'm insisting on duel, only duel! Such an insult should be washed out in blood! I do not intend to suffer mockeries from an insignificant, uneducated person! Yes, yes, yes! Specifically, precisely - the most insignificant person!!!

You imagined yourself God knows what! You intruded into our private life, destroyed the family, you desecrated my sacred things! You are a cheat and a swindler!

GUEST. Bravo, bravo. (They embrace)

FATHER. Do you like it? Is it not too pathetic?

GUEST. I would even add here a ringing slap - such. (Smacks him). You see, from the heart!

FATHER. With pleasure, with pleasure. But first, look, your shoes are soiled. I will polish them!


Father rushes and wipes the shoes.


FATHER. Here is a speck! ... And another!


Father embraces the legs of Guest and sobs.


FATHER. All people are guilty! Everybody! Law-court! Law-court! Give the death penalty to all people - to rapists, to killers, to geniuses, to heroes! All - to the worms! All to the fertilizer!

Life is a lie. We're drawn into this matter, without any consent. And then they eject us, without forgiving any mistakes.

I terribly fear the death. I want immortality. Personal, sneaky. Special for me. For these brains and this penis. Not for the parents, not for you, not for the children. Just for me. Maybe for other people too. But in the first place for myself.

I cannot die. I can't imagine that I will die. Machines run over others. Others fall into shafts [pointing out audience members], they perish from bullets in war, they perish in hospitals, they die of old age. But this will not happen to me. It will not happen, and that's it! It cannot occur. Because this is me. Here I am - living, healthy, with a wife, with a mistress, with children, with a cat, with a parrot, got dammit. I walk, I breathe. I drink wine. I eat bread. And so it will be eternally.

I'm waiting for the resurrection not being dead. What have I done for resurrection? Was I pure? No. Was I light? No.

I've lived my life loathsomely. Without prayers, without love, without repentance.

But still I must be resurrected. The first one! Necessarily. Precisely, me (me, me, me! ...). Because I belong (I must belong!) to that very Christ's chosen white bone, that paradise is prepared for. I don't need Hell. And I don't need your Death.


And, for sure, I'll die with this faith, and only in this my entire faith is - that I am the first to be resurrected and I will continue to live forever, but more substantial, more lighthearted, more joyful...

I am the hippopotamus. The chosen one.

GUEST. Certainly, certainly. My man, let me get you up. Sorry, I feel very uncomfortable. You are so... impressionable! It's just usual practice, common thing.

FATHER. (Rises to his feet, wipes tears) Will you try?

GUEST. Why not? I like you. Is it very difficult?

FATHER. It's very simple. You just need to concentrate. To concentrate your will. Stretch your hands like a large bird. (He drags to Guest the bathtub full of water)

GUEST. I can't do it.

FATHER. Once again! Easily! Close your eyes!

GUEST. Quite strange. Perhaps I am not ready. I have an urgent work. The pipes are elapsed in the quarter nearby. I don't know you that well.

FATHER. Never mind! Never mind! Everything's going to get right.

Come on! Dive!

GUEST. (Going back) I cannot. I cannot.

FATHER. Take the binoculars! Probably it will be easier with the binoculars!

GUEST. No. Where are your wife and daughter?

FATHER. That was all a dream. You dreamed. What holds you? What are you afraid of?

Quickly, quickly! The best water-supply is there!

GUEST. I do not understand. You are mad. Leave me! I will call for help!

FATHER. Are you sure? Is that your last word? Okay, then me. Do not interfere. Hold my binoculars.

Hey, where are You? I am ready.

I am a hip... hip... hipp...


Father, his hands stretched, rushes into the bathtub and turns into the hippopotamus.