believe in the miracle?
FRIAR
Yes, of course I do, Mr. Savva.
SAVVA
Wait. You'll find out. What are they doing down there? They have
already crushed three to death.
FRIAR Three?
SAVVA
And they'll kill many more. And they all keep shouting: "A miracle,
a miracle!" At last it has come. They have got what they have been
waiting for at last.
LIPA
And it's you, Savva, who gave them the miracle. It's you who are to be
thanked for it.
SAVVA _(gloomily)_
Well, Vassya, the monks are glad, aren't they? Tell me, don't be
afraid.
FRIAR
They are very glad, Mr. Savva. They are crying.
SAVVA _(looking at him)_
_Crying?_ Why are they crying?
FRIAR
I don't know. I suppose for joy. Father Kirill grunts like a pig "Oui,
oui, oui." They all act as if they were drunk.
SAVVA _(rising, agitated)_
As if they were drunk? What does that mean? Perhaps they really are
drunk.
FRIAR
Oh no, Mr. Tropinin. It's all on account of the miracle. They are mad
with joy. Father Kirill keeps grunting "Oui, oui, oui." He vows that
if he remains alive he'll swear off liquor and live as a hermit.
SAVVA _(eyeing him)_
Well?
FRIAR
That's all.
SAVVA
What do they say?
FRIAR
They say they'll do penance and stop sinning. They hug each other and
behave as if they were drunk.
SAVVA _(walking up and down, stroking his forehead with his hand)_
Yes, hm. So that's the way! Yes.
LIPA _(following him with her eyes)_
Go away from here, Savva. You are not wanted here.
SAVVA
What?
LIPA _(reluctantly)_
They may recognize you and then--Why don't you put on a hat at least?
You look like--
FRIAR
Yes, go--please go--dear Mr. Savva. Why, they--why, they might kill
you!
SAVVA _(in a sudden outburst of anger)_
Leave me alone! No one will kill me. It's bosh! _(Pause. Sits down)_
I wish I could get a drink of water or something. I am very thirsty.
Isn't there a pool or something of the kind around here?
FRIAR _(looking in terror at Savva)_
No, it's all dried up.
SAVVA _(frowning)_
Sorry.
FRIAR
Oh, that woman there has a jug of water. _(Gleefully)_ I'll go and ask
her for it. _(Runs)_
LIPA
You ought not to have that water. Go away from here, Savva, go away.
Look what gladness there is all around you. Everybody, everything
rejoices. The earth is glad. The sun is glad. You are the only one who
is not--you alone. I still can't forget that you are my brother. Go.
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