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THE FROST KING’S BRIDES
A Russian Cinderella
Words and Lyrics Music
by by
MARY WHEELER IGOR STRAVINSKY,
SERGEI PROKOFIEV,
and
ALEXANDER GLAZANOUV
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Marfa Karenina, a peasant girl
Kyril Karenina, her father, a poor peasant
Nianya KaramazovKarenina, his eviltempered second wife
Vera Karamazov, mean stepsister
Masha Karamazov, mean stepsister
Grifka, Marfa’s prophetic dog
Katya Shostakovitch, a village crone
Natasha Turgenev, a village crone
Glinka Gorky, a village crone
Morozko, the Frost King
Boris Bluetoes, Morozko’s righthand Minion
Minionette, Leader of the small Minions of Winter
Fr. Foodhardy, the priest
Woodcutter
Shoemaker
Peasant children
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ACT I
SCENE 1Snowy roads, deep in old Russia, winter.
#1:OVERTURE (Orchestra)
#2:FROZEN VOLGA (Peasants)
(After the OVERTURE, THE PEASANTS trudge along)
PEASANTS
RUSSIA IS STARK, WINTER IS DEEP.
KYRIL
WHEN THERE’S NO SUPPER AT NIGHT, A PEASANT CANNOT SLEEP
CHILDREN
COLD TO THE BONE,TOO HUNGRY TO CRY.
WOMEN
SAY YOUR BEADS AND STOP YOUR COMPLAINING, PRAY YOU DO NOT DIE.
WOODCUTTER
I AM A WOODCUTTER, MY HANDS ARE KNOTS.
SHOEMAKER
I AM A SHOEMAKER, NO LEATHER DO I GOTS.
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CRONES
WE’RE THE LOCAL WIDOWS.
BOY, ARE WE LONELY.
HUDDLE TOGETHER, GOSSIP IS WARM.
PEASANTS
WINTER REALLY ROTS.
WINTER REALLY ROTS.
HEAR THE ICE CRACK, SEE THE RIVER HEAVE.
COLD AND BROKE, HUNGRY AND POOR.
FR. FOODHARDY
AND NOW I’M GONNA SNEEZE.
PEASANTS
(THE PEASANTS break into fits of sneezing)
ACHOO, ACHOO, ACHOO.
NATASHA
ALWAYS I AM SICK.
KATYA
I CANNOT PAY MY BILLS.
GLINKA
CART MY BODY LEGIONS AWAY, ACROSS THESE FROZEN HILLS.
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PEASANTS
A CURSE UPON THIS LAND. A CURSE UPON ALL TOIL.
NIANYA
I WANT CANDLES ON CAKE FOR MY DAUGHTERS.
VERA AND MASHA
FILL MY LAMP WITH OIL.
PEASANTS
FILL MY LAMP WITH OIL.
LONG HAVE WE WAITED FOR A KINDER DAY.
LISTEN AT THE WINDOWS, YOU CAN HEAR THE WIDOWS PRAY:
CRONES
WHERE ARE THE MENFOLK? I MUST REMARRY.
WITHOUT A HUSBAND, LIFE IS A DRUDGE.
NATASHA
SEND ONE RIGHT AWAY.
KATYA
A HUSBAND IN A SLEIGH.
GLINKA
I HAVEN’T GOT ALL DAY.
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CRONES
BEARING GIFTS OF CHICKEN AND WINE TO KEEP THE WOLF AWAY.
MEN
AND SPEAKING OF WOLVES, THEY PROWL THESE WOODS IN PACKS.
DON’T LIMP, DON’T TRIP AND DON’T FALL BEHIND
OR ELSE YOU’LL BE THEIR SNACKS.
(THE CHILDREN scream)
CHILDREN
SHIVER IN OUR BEDS, BLANKETS HAVE WE NONE.
CRONES
COLD AND BROKE, OLD AND ALONE.
CHILDREN
TELL ME WHEN IT’S FUN.
PEASANTS
SO WE TELL STORIES BY THE FIRE’S DYING LIGHT. ADD SOME EXTRA DETAILS, NO ONE’S CHECKING IF IT’S RIGHT. TELL A SKAZKA, SING A SONG.
LIFE CAN’T HELP BUT BE TOO LONG. IN THE MEANTIME, STICK TOGETHER.
CRONES
CHURN THE MILL FOR SPITE.
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PEASANTS
IN THE MEANTIME, STICK TOGETHER.
MEN
SOMETIMES HAVE A FIGHT.
CHILDREN
IN THE MEANTIME, WHAT’S TO EAT?
PEASANTS
WINTER IN SIBERIA, A LONG, LONG, COLD VERMONT NIGHT.
(WOLVES howl.)
#3: SCENE CHANGE MUSIC 1 (Orchestra)
SCENE 2A peasant cottage. Morning.
(VERA and MASHA are in bed, under the covers as MARFA
slaves away.)
VERA
Marfa, fetch more wood, you impudent well spout. Masha and I are
freezing to death.
MARFA
I can’t go out yet, Vera. The snow is drifted up to the door.
Father is shoveling a path.
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MASHA
Marfa, where’s the water? Go get water for our tea, you lazy
snozzle.
MARFA
The water is warming on the stove, Masha. It was frozen solid in
the bucket this morning. My hands are blue with cold from
chopping it.
VERA
Zatknis! There’s no fire in the stove! And you haven’t fed the
horses? How will Masha and I get to our French lessons in the
village?
MASHA
Oui! And what about the chickens? We’ll have no eggs for supper
tonight. Useless girl.
(NIANYA enters, brushing hair, picks hairs from brush,
drops them on floor.)
NIANYA
A lazybones goodfornothing, just like her mother before her.
Good for nothing but the rag bin and the compost heap.
MASHA
Mother, we tell her to get busy. She only flies in our faces.
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NIANYA
A slovenly, illtempered slattern. Just like the woman who bore
you. And now you bore me. Vera. Masha. Do you notice how the
pots and pans are not in their places? And the oven fork does
not stand straight in its corner? And the entire cottage lies
under a pall of dust and soot?
VERA
My asthma. Where’s my inhaler?
(VERA coughs, sputters, and dives under the
covers.MASHA hits VERA)
MASHA
I’m the one with the dust allergy.
NIANYA
This is the work of an idle mind. The devil’s workshop. Marfa,
you should be ashamed. I’m ashamed. Vera and Masha are ashamed.
But most of all, your father is ashamed. The shame of a useless
daughter will drive a man grieving to his grave.
MASHA
How can I wash my delicate skin when she hasn’t even heated the
water?
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VERA
How can I set foot out of bed with no firewood brought in? I’ll
freeze into an igloo.
MASHA
Why isn’t breakfast on the table? And we don’t want porridge
again.
VERA
I want sausages dripping with oil.
MASHA
I want oat cakes soaked in butter and honey.
MARFA
But Vera and Masha, we don’t even have any flour.
MASHA
Then go to the miller’s and get some, lummox!
VERA
I want gravy.
MARFA
We have no money for the miller. Besides, the paths through the
woods are choked with snow from the blizzard last night. We’ve
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MARFA(CONT’D)
no sausages left in the smokehouse. There is nothing but a
little cornmeal in the bottom of the barrel.
NIANYA
Enough about your problems! Get to work. If you had planned
ahead, there would be oatcakes and molasses. A stitch in time.
Omelets and fricassee. There would be jambalaya. Your father
may indulge you, he may overlook your faults and shortcomings,
but I’m no fool. If my own two nesting doves can’t wake up to a
proper nourishing breakfast – fit for princesses – then it’s
high time you looked for a new home.
#4: WHERE DID MY MOTHER GO? (MARFA)
(GRIFKA bounds in, noisily.)
#5: A PAW IN THE SNOW (GRIFKA,MARFA)
MARFA
Grifka! Are you hungry, boy? Are you a good doggy woggy? Are you
happy to see me?
(MARFA takes something from her apron, and feeds
GRIFKA.)
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VERA
Mother! Did you see that? She’s giving our sausages to the dog!
I knew she had sausages. If I could get out of this bed, I’d
chase her down and have my revenge.
MASHA
If I wasn’t delicate, I’d get up and have your revenge, too.
MARFA
Come, Grifka. Come with Marfa. We’ll fetch wood and water and
I’ll tell you a skazka about a magical dog and his friends, the
dancing birds and singing fish. You can tell me another
prophecy. Just like you foretold the blizzard would come last
night. And it did!
NIANYA
The girl has a noodle for brains. A dog who can tell the future!
Bah.
(SHE mimics MARFA)
Dancing birds. Singing fishies.
(SHE spits)
What’s next? Violinplaying tortoises?
(VERA and MASHA laugh. GRIFKA snarls, which silences
THEM.)
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MARFA
Come, Grifka. Soon you will have enough to eat. Soon you will
have medicine and you’ll be well again.
(SHE wraps GRIFKA in a thin shawl, and THEY exit)
NIANYA
Stupid girl and her stupid mutt. I wouldn’t cry if they
accidentally fell in the frozen pond and we just barely didn’t
make it in time to save them.
(SHE calls shrilly)
Old man! There’s wood to chop! There are horses to dig out of
the snow! Stop limping around, vying for sympathy. Replacement
hip, my eye! Be a man, not the boy who cried wolf!
(KYRIL enters from outside, shivering and limping.)
KYRIL
Second wife, I’ve been clearing the path. I’m nearly finished,
Nianya.
NIANYA
You look nearly finished off. And don’t call me Second Wife or
I’ll be making you Dead Husband. What good is a path with
nowhere to go in this twobit village outskirts? Marfa will
finish clearing the path. You – stoke our fire. What kind of man
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NIANYA (CONT’D)
lets his wife freeze? Rub my toes, Kyril. They’re frostbitten.
Blow on my fingers. They’re brittle. Watch the nail polish.My
nose – does it look blue? Are the veins popping like the red
lines on an atlas?
(KYRIL pokes the fire.)
KYRIL
Good morning, daughters of my Second Wife.
(NIANYA grabes the poker)
NIANYA
Stick to business, Dead Husband. And Kyril, we have something to
discuss at supper tonight. Something BIG.
KYRIL
Yes, Nianya. BIG.
NIANYA
HUGE. Something very IMP…IMM…IRM…something serious! Do
you hear me? Where on earth can a woman get a decent manicure in
a dump like this?
KYRIL
It’s a bitterly cold morning. Where is little Marfa?
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NIANYA
Your precious Marfuska is slow with her duties, as usual. Do you
think I should pluck my eyebrows? Have them shaped and lifted? I
could have been a Tzarina. In another life.
KYRIL
(Mutters)
One life is more than enough.
NIANYA
Or a dancer with the Bolshoi Ballet. Perhaps there’s still time.
(NIANYA does a stumbling leap.)
VERA & MASHA
Oh, Mother. You’re Nureyev! Barishnikov! Pavlova!
(KYRIL picks up MARFA’s scarf.)
KYRIL
Here is Marfuska’s scarf. Has she gone outside? Without her
scarf?
(NIANYA grabs MARFA’s scarf)
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NIANYA
It’s her own fault if she catches her death. What kind of father
are you to let her be so willful? No father at all! What she
needs is a husband. A husband to take charge of her, once and
for all. That’s what a husband is supposed to be good for.
Where’s my wrinkle cream?
VERA
Will you find me a husband, too? Once and for all?
MASHA
I want a husband. I should get one first. I’m delicate.
NIANYA
Yes, my doves, you will have husbands, God forgive me. If I find
out she’s been using my ointment on that dog again – yes, my
nightingales. The money we spend on her upkeep, we soon will be
able to spend on your bridal gowns, your wedding cakes, wedding
musicians, wedding feasts. And such feasts, I get fat just
thinking about them.
KYRIL
Please, Nianya, don’t talk that way. Marfa is still but a child.
NIANYA
Girls, do I look bloated? Or is it just this skirt? Kyril! She
is the eldest, child or not. She is a nuisance, a drain on our
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NIANYA (CONT’D)
micro economy. Out she goes. Old man! The wood does not chop
itself.
(KYRIL painfully exits.)
That, girls, is not a man. That, girls, is what you call getting
old and desperate and taking the first thing that comes along
and asks you to marry it because it needs a mother for its first
wife’s child.
(NIANYA picks up a mirror.)
I’m seriously considering that hair piece at Madame Holst’s
salon.
VERA
I want the redhead one that looks like Jello ringlets.
MASHA
I want the bologna sausage wig. I’m the one with thin hair. And
give me the covers, Vera! You’re freezing my legs.
VERA
Masha, you have enough fat on those legs to keep a horse from
freezing.
MASHA
Mother! Vera’s distorting my selfimage.
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VERA
I’ll distort your face! When will we have food again?
NIANYA
Please, you two, you’re giving me a threeMotrin headache. How’s
my posture?
#6:SCENE CHANGE MUSIC 2 (Orchestra)
SCENE 3Nighttime, supper.
(NIANYA, KYRIL, MARFA, VERA, and MASHA sit around the
meager table.)
VERA
What is it, Mother? What’s the surprise? Tell us, tell us, tell
us!
MASHA
Is it chocolate from St. Petersburg, Mother? Oh, please!
Chocolate in a painted tin?
VERA
I get to keep the tin, called it!
(MASHA hits VERA)
MASHA
You got it last time, hog! Chocolate with pyraniki!
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VERA
Made of sugar and cream and almond paste.
MASHA
Chocolate with gooey cherries.
VERA
Is it the silk tassels you promised for my embroidery? Red and
gold?
MASHA
Is it the pen and bottled ink you promised last Christmas and
lied to us? The bottle in the shape of the Tzar’s summer palace?
MARFA
Father, is it medicine for Grifka? At last? Is he going to be
well?
NIANYA
Quiet, you! The thought of spending money on a dog! Pearls
before swine! And you have a big black smeary smudge right on
your little pink cheek. Again.
(NIANYA licks her finger to wipe it off, but makes it
worse.)
KYRIL
Don’t worry, Marfuska mine. Grifka is getting stronger.
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MARFA
But Father, his skin is showing through his coat. It’s a harsh
winter. How will he stay warm when Nianya won’t allow him in the
house?
NIANYA
Of course I allow him in the house.
KYRIL
Only at night.
NIANYA
He’s a watchdog. That’s what a dog is for. I suppose you,
Marfuskaka, would be a better housekeeper? Well, you’ll soon
have your chance.
MARFA
No, Nianya. It’s only that I’m afraid for Grifka. His skin is
raw in patches.
(NIANYA laughs.)
NIANYA
If it were up to you, we’d have pigs sleeping in the pantry.
We’d have vermin snuggled in the straw of our mattresses. You
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NIANYA(CONT’D)
needn’t worry about your precious dog. Or anything else. Ever
again. That is the big surprise. Is my rouge on straight?
KYRIL
What do you mean, Nianya?
MASHA
What?! A surprise for Marfa? I want a surprise. Me, me, me!
VERA
Me, me, me, me, me!
(NIANYA stands, and says to KYRIL:)
NIANYA
Tomorrow morning, rise early. Harness the horses and ready the
sledge for a long journey into the woods.
VERA
It’s not fair! I want to go in the sledge. No fair, no fair, no
fair.
MASHA
Me, me, me, me, me!
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NIANYA
Quiet, my chick peas. Do I have an eyelash in my eye, Vera?
This nonclumping mascara, worthless. And you, little Marfuska,
pack your comb and your extra sock into that ratty basket with
the broken handle that’s leaning against the pigeon roost.
MASHA
That’s my basket.
NIANYA
It’s also buried under eight feet of snow. Marfa, you shall go
with your father on a visit. In fact, a permanent visit. I have
found you a bridegroom, praise be to God. Ooof. I’ve got cramps.
Curse the female form.
VERA
I want chocolate. You promised chocolate. In a painted tin.
MASHA
And when do I get a bridegroom, huh? Why does she get one first?
I’m –
NIANYA
Delicate, yes, we know. Hush, my olive trees, my enclosed
gardens. Kyril the Virile, you will drive into the forest. Find
the tallest pine tree. There, beneath its boughs, you shall
leave Marfa. Her bridegroom will meet her there. It is all
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NIANYA(CONT’D)
arranged. He is young and strong. He leaps from tree to tree. He
is Morozko, the Frost King.
(SHE laughs. MARFA moans. KYRIL chokes.)
Stop that ungrateful noise! Why should you weep and choke like
you’ve haddock bones in your gullet?
VERA
Morozko is handsome. His hair glitters with streaks of painted
frost. Like Orlando Bloom’s.
MASHA
I liked him better in the first Lord of the Rings.
VERA
Me, too. He didn’t look as good in The Hobbit.
NIANYA
Girls, we don’t have movies in long ago Russia.
MASHA
Morozko the Frost King is rich. The trees are covered head to
foot in piles of his silver.
VERA
You will be the envy of all the village girls.
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NIANYA
Or at least the village idiot.
MASHA
Decked out in gowns of ice.
VERA
Necklaces of beaded snow.
MASHA
Your robes glinting like frozen diamonds.
VERA
Your eyelids blue.
MASHA
Your throat forever white.
#7: MOROZKO RAP (MASHA, VERA)
MASHA & VERA
MAYBE YOU HAVE HEARD THAT HIS MOODS ARE QUICK AND CRUEL.
AND ALL YOU EAT IS ICE CUBES AND FROSTED FLAKEY GRUEL.
BUT HE’LL COVER YOU IN SNOWFLAKES,ADORN YOUR HEAD WITH JEWELS.
YOU’LL WALK THE WINTER RUNWAY LOOKING ABSOLUTELY COOL.
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MASHA & VERA (CONT’D)
FROM WHERE WE’RE STANDING, IT’S A PRETTY GOOD DEAL,
FROM WHERE WE SIT YOU’VE GOT NOTHING TO FEEL
EXCEPT GRATITUDE FOR THE LUCKY LADY CHANCE
TO LIVE LIKE A QUEEN IN MOROZKO’S DANCE.
SILLY CHURL, STUPID GIRL,
CAN’T YOU SEE YOUR FORTUNE’S RISING?
SILLY CHURL, STUPID GIRL,
YOU’RE OUTTA HERE, NO COMPROMISING.
FROM WHERE WE’RE STANDING, IT’S A PRETTY GOOD DEAL,
FROM WHERE WE SIT YOU’VE GOT NOTHING TO FEEL
EXCEPT GRATITUDE FOR THE LUCKY LADY CHANCE
TO LIVE LIKE A QUEEN IN MOROZKO’S DANCE.
PACK TONIGHT, WRAP IT TIGHT,
HE’S YOUR HUSBAND, NO DEBATE.
PACK TONIGHT, WRAP IT TIGHT,
NOW WE GET TO CELEBRATE!
CELEBRATE!
CELEBRATE!
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(THEY end in a heap of laughter. MARFA runs out. KYRIL
thumps table, and is glared down by NIANYA.)
#8:EMBATTLED EMBALMED (Kyril,Nianya)
#9:SCENE CHANGE MUSIC 3 (Orchestra)
SCENE 4The winter woods. Next day.
(MARFA, alone under tall snowclad tree, huddles on
the trunk.)
#10:ENTRANCE OF MOROZKO (Orchestra)
(MOROZKO and MINIONS process. Music and bells are
heard. THEY hiss. THEY dance toward MARFA, closer and
closer, until THEY begin retreating. SHE shivers
violently, then sings:)
#11: MARFA AND MOROZKO (Marfa, Morozko)
MARFA
FATHER, WILL YOU COME BACK FOR ME?
MAYBE BRINGING HONEY TO PUT IN OUR TEA.
YOU COULD LIGHT A FIRE AND SIT BY MY SIDE,
AND TELL ME A SKAZKA OF THE COUNTRYSIDE.
I WOULDN’T BE LONELY IF GRIFKA WERE HERE
TO WARM UP MY HANDS AND LICK AWAY MY TEARS.
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MARFA (CONT’D)
I WOULDN’T LACK A FRIEND WITH HIS GENTLE LOVING EYES,
LYING COZY AT MY FEET, SIGHING PUPPY SIGHS.
MOROZKO
Are you warm, little maiden? In the sunlight are you basking?
MARFA
Quite warm, good sir and I thank you for asking.
MOROZKO
Is it quite, quite warm, your breath upon the air?
MARFA
Oh, yes, good king. See the ice that’s in my hair?
MOROZKO
You look like Snegurochka with snowflakes on your nose.
MARFA
My feet are so warm I can hardly feel my toes.
MOROZKO
Who has sent thee out with nothing but a shawl?
MARFA
Only my forgetful self. I’m hardly cold at all.
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MOROZKO
Why do you sit here, waiting in the cold?
MARFA
It’s a daughter’s duty to do as she is told.
MOROZKO
What if that duty leads her to her death?
MARFA
Then she must forgive him with her final breath.
FATHER, WILL YOU COME BACK FOR ME?
MAYBE BRINGING HONEY TO PUT IN OUR TEA.
YOU COULD LIGHT A FIRE AND SIT BY MY SIDE,
AND TELL ME A SKAZKA OF THE COUNTRYSIDE.
MOROZKO
ARE YOU INDEED WARM, MY COOING, PRETTY DOVE?
DO THE COCKLES OF YOUR PRETTY HEART BURN FOR ME WITH LOVE?
AS HEATED AS A FIRE WHEN IT’S BURNING BRIGHT AND COLD
MARFA
(fading)
Warmth…comes…from God…and so does…the cold.
(MARFA’s head falls forward.)
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#12: ACT I FINALE (Orchestra)
(MOROZKO and HIS MINIONS stop in their tracks, then
dance. THEY lift MARFA and dance her about.)
END OF ACT I.
ACT II
#13: ENTR’ACTE (Orchestra)
SCENE 5The peasant cottage. Next day.
(NIANYA is mixing batter, humming happily.
KATYA,NATASHA, and GLINKA are seated at the table.
GRIFKA is sleeping beneath.)
NIANYA
The old man has gone in the sledge to get the girl.
KATYA
The old fool has gone in the sledge to get the fool of a girl.
NATASHA
The fool old man has gone to beget a girl in the old sledge.
NIANYA
A shame to waste good flour on her funeral cakes.
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KATYA
A shame to waste good flour on what Nianya bakes.
GLINKA
I dearly love funeral cakes. Don’t waste the flour.
NIANYA
We must send for the priest. Within the half hour.
KATYA, NATASHA, & GLIKA
We must send for the priest. Don’t waste the flour!
#14: PLANNING THE FUNERAL (Nianya,Crones,Orchestra)
(NIANYA and THE CRONES begin to plan the funeral, in
time with the music)
NIANYA
AND WE SHALL WEAR BLACK FOR A LONG, LONG TIME.
BLACK IS MY COLOR; I WORE IT IN MY PRIME.
KATYA
NATASHA’S SHINING VEIL IS THREE FEET LONG
IT DRAGS ON THE GROUND AND FOLLOWS HER ALONG.
NATASHA
KATYA’S BLACK SILK GOWN HAS A WOVEN VELVET BODICE
IMPORTED FROM MOSCOW, IT ISN’T VERY MODEST.
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GLINKA
I’LL FETCH MY BLACK HAT FROM THE TIPPY TOPPY SHELF,
WHICH THE TZAR GAVE TO MY FATHER AS A PRESENT FROM HIMSELF,
WHO GAVE IT TO MY SISTER ON HER WEDDING DAY.
THE WOLVES SADLY GOT HER AS THEY DROVE THEIR SLEIGH AWAY.
KATYA
NOT MUCH OF HER TO BURY, BUT GLINKA GOT THE HAT.
GLINKA
NOT MUCH OF HER LEFT OVER, BUT HER BONES AND SOME FAT.
A PITY, THOUGH HER HAT COMPLEMENTS MY SPLENDID HAIR.
WOLVES REALLY AREN’T SO BAD. AND FATE IS SOMETIMES FAIR.
#15: KYRIL’S SOLILOQUY (Kyril)
KYRIL
NOW HER BED STANDS EMPTY
I MUST BEAR THE BLAME.
WHAT A COWARD LIVES IN ME.
I HANG MY HEAD IN SHAME.
COLD THE NIGHT IS HOWLING,
SAVAGE WIND BLOWS WILD.
NEVER CAN FORGIVE MYSELF.
I’VE KILLED MY ONLY CHILD.
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KYRIL (CONT’D)
NOW MY CONSCIENCE SUFFERS ME
DEATH EXTENDS ITS HAND.
ALL MY DAYS OF SUN ARE GONE.
I’M NOT A GOOD
LITTLE MARFA NEEDED ME
I’M NOT A GOOD MAN.
(Suddenly,GRIFKA bursts forth from beneath the table.)
#16: GRIFKA’s PROPHECY (Grifka, Orchestra)
GRIFKA
(Spoken in time)
THE MASTER’S DAUGHTER COMES WITH SILVER AND GOLD
BUT THE STEPMOTHER’S DAUGHTERS WILL DIE IN THE COLD.
(HE howls a long howl.)
NIANYA
Be still, you booby. Here is a pancake for a good little Grifka
doggy woggy.
(NIANYA offers GRIFKA a pancake.HE refuses.)
NATASHA
Wait. Katya, what did the dog just say?
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KATYA
It’s a prophecy, Natasha.
GLINKA
He’s a spirit dog.
NIANYA
This flea bag? Come, now, Grifka. Don’t be proud. Here is a
pancake, a sugary pancake for a good little bowser wowser who
says only nice things about my girls.
(NIANYA offers the pancake again. GRIFKA sniffs the
pancake. HE refuses.)
NATASHA
I once had a spirit cat like that. She said, “Your husband, he
will fall into the well and he will die on the very same day.”
KATYA
And don’t tell me. He fell.
NATASHA
He fell. I’m not saying he didn’t have help.
NIANYA
Look, little Grifka. With sugar and eggs and nice white flour we
haven’t tasted since last Easter. What a shame to waste it. But
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NIANYA (CONT’D)
if Grifka doesn’t want it, I’m sure Natasha’s cat will love it.
Here, kitty, kitty.
NATASHA
I don’t have the cat anymore. My husband was holding her. Not
that he had help, but he fell. Two birds with one stone. Down
they went. I hated that cat.
(NIANYA holds the pancake to GRIFKA’S nose.)
NIANYA
Doesn’t it smell delicious? And hot? Grade A maple syrup.
(GRIFKA grabs the pancake, and dives under the table.)
GRIFKA
Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
NATASHA
Now…that…I could never get my cat to recite poetry.
NIANYA
Little Grifka Shnifka, you must say this instead (or I’ll slap
you in the head):
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NIANYA (CONT’D)
(in time)
THE MASTER’S DAUGHTER IS STIFF WITH THE COLD
BUT THE MISTRESS’S DAUGHTERS WILL HAVE SILVER AND GOLD.
KATYA
And long strings of cultured pearls.
NATASHA
And hair done up in coiffured curls.
GLINKA
And crispy hunks of bacon. Dripping with fat.
KATYA
Ah, yes, bacon. Let’s not forget that.
NATASHA
Bacon with blood sausages tucked on the side.
GLINKA
Miles and miles of sausages. I wish I were the bride.
#17:GRIFKA’S SECOND PROPHECY (Grifka,Orchestra)
GRIFKA
THE MASTER’S DAUGHTER COMES WITH SILVER AND GOLD
BUT THE STEPMOTHER’S DAUGHTERS WILL DIE IN THE COLD.
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(GRIFKA howls a long, long howl, and NIANYA Flies into
a rage.)
NIANYA
Get out! Get out of my house! Ungrateful wretch! Ugly, stupid
beast! May you choke on that pancake. May you develop scabrous
ulcers. May your tail fall off and beat you about the head with
itself.
(NIANYA runs GRIFKA out the door.)
NATASHA
Careful, Nianya, never anger a spirit animal. Never. What would
Alfred Hitchcock do?
GLINKA
Your hair’s falling out of piece. Your hairpiece. Out of place.
KATYA
Your cheeks are flushed scarlet, not a flattering color. And
that heavy breathing, ach.
GLINKA
Nianya, you never were one to pull off the dishabille look. Calm
down. Remember the Mrs. Russian Peasant competition.
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NIANYA
(Instantly composing herself.)
It’s next week. Do you think I have a chance?
(Lights down, then up on KYRIL)
#18:REGRETS (Kyril)
(As the song ends, GRIFKA suddenly bounds out from
under table, and barks happily and jumps up and down
at the window.)
NIANYA
Hark, hark, the dog does bark. What’s this? What’s this? Darn,
it’s only the UPS man going to the neighbor’s house again. The
brown truck. The packages. The cute guy in the brown uniform.
Always it’s for the neighbors.
KATYA
He brought me a solid brass samovar from Odessa just last week.
GLINKA
Get out. From The International House of Must Haves? With the
nesting dolls inside?
KATYA
On sale.
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NIANYA
I’ve been after Kyril about that samovar for months. How does he
think I can make ends meet when I don’t have a single musthave?
NATASHA
What’s ends meat?
GLINKA
You know, Natasha, the ends of lunchmeat – bologna, salami
you get them at the deli, real cheap.
NATASHA
Glinka, how are you supposed to make ends meat if you have to
buy it at the deli?
(GRIFKA barks, happily, at the window.)
NIANYA
Vera! Masha! Come quick! The sledge! The sledge is returning.
Come see what the wolf dragged in. Come see your icecaked
sister’s frozen body! Oh, frabjous day, Callooh! Callay!
(SHE does a dance step.)
GLINKA
Uh, Nianya.
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KATYA
Lewis Carroll?
NATASHA
In Old Russia?
GLINKA
I don’t think so.
NIANYA
No, really, look! The troika comes whiffling through the tulgey
wood!
(VERA and MASHA run in)
NIANYA
Sit down, girls. Try to act distraught.
VERA
Diswhat?
KATYA
It means crying copious tears.
NATASHA
Tearing your hair. Rending your garments.
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GLINKA
Beating your breast. Falling to the ground in atonement.
KATYA
Sackcloth and ashes.
NATASHA
Nianya, is your hair shirt back from the cleaners?
NIANYA
Are my shoulder pads even? Girls! Pretend to be in mourning.
MASHA
But, Mother, duh? It’s the middle of the afternoon.
NIANYA
Hush, my Dove Bars. Wipe your eyes. Dab your noses.
(VERA and MASHA begin to cry crocodile tears. KYRIL
enters with MARFA, in furs, and her trunk.)
KYRIL
Disappointed Second Wife! Unfortunate StepDaughters! Aged,
Useless, Parasitic and Unmarriageable Village Crones! Look! Our
little Marfa has been greatly blessed by fortune!
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MARFA
Mother, you spoke the truth about Morozko the Frost King. Most
handsome and rich. And he is generous beyond words. Look at his
gifts. And…
(SHE twirls)
…he Dances with Wolves.
KYRIL
I thought you said he was Dancing With the Stars?
MARFA
Yes, that, too.
(THE CRONES, NIANYA, VERA, and MASHA gather greedily
around trunk, which is laden with furs and jewels,
etc.)
NIANYA
Furs…sable! Mink! Little foxy woxies!
(SHE cries copious tears.)
VERA
Bracelets! Rings! All manner of glittery things!
(SHE tears her hair.)
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MASHA
Velvet gowns! Underthings! The likes of which I’ve never
dreamed!
(SHE beats her breast and falls to the ground in
atonement.)
KATYA
Ach, Natasha, who can bear the thought of Nianya and one of her
shrieking rages?
NATASHA
Glinka, we must slinka.
(GLINKA looks puzzled.)
Slinka.
(SHE whispers.)
Slink away unnoticed.
GLINKA
There will be much wailing and gnashing of her wooden choppers
in this house tonight.
KATYA
It will be a blood bath.
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NATASHA
A bloodletting.
GLINKA
A blood curse.
GRIFKA
She shouldn’t have counted her chickens.
NIANYA
(To KYRIL.)
You! Do not unhitch the sledge. At first light, you shall drive
my daughters to Morozko the Frost King. Girls, do you hear the
quaver in my voice? I may be getting dehydrated. It’s the diet
pills.
KYRIL
Wife. The horses are worn out. So am I.
NIANYA
Real men don’t get worn out. Or eat quiche. Oh, I’m warm. Am I
running a fever? Natasha, could it be…you know…the change?
NATASHA
Spring is coming. The change in seasons always does that. Just
put an ice pack on it.
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NIANYA
On what?
NATASHA
On whatever starts to heat up too hot.
NIANYA
Even…down there?
NATASHA
Down where?
NIANYA
Where the temperature rises. When the change starts to happen.
NATASHA
You mean Florida?
NIANYA
(To KYRIL.)
Go! Real men don’t eavesdrop on women’s talk!
(SHE chases KYRIL out.)
VERA
Morozko will give us richer, better, nicer gifts than these!
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MASHA
But I don’t want to freeze. And sneeze.
(She sneezes a while, then whimpers.)
NIANYA
Enough already. You will do as I say. In the morning, you will
go with your useless father into the deep and frozen woods. Stop
sniveling. You will wait below the tallest pine tree. You will
count to…oh…a very high number. And you will wait. Oh, stifle
your snot.
(VERA and MASHA grow quiet.)
When you return, I’ll welcome you with borscht and potato
dumplings swimming in greasy goose fat. Then I’ll help you
unload our – I mean your – riches. Then you will shower me – I
mean us – with wealth and status symbols. Then I – I mean we –
will be fat as grubs forever and ever. Someone fan me, I’m
beginning to swoon.
CRONES
Look to the lady!
#19 SCENE CHANGE MUSIC 3 (Orchestra)
SCENE 2Deep in the frozen winter woods, the next day.
(VERA and MASHA, bundled up, are huddled beneath the tree. Music
underscores.
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#20 MOROZKO AND THE STEPSISTERS (Orchestra)
VERA
Morozko must be a perfect dolt!
MASHA
His brain is frozen. Wasting his riches on peasants!
VERA
(SHE whimpers.)
I’m so cold. Who knows but that the devil himself may not come
here? Then what would we do?
(THEY laugh uneasily.)
MASHA
I will spit in his face and tweak his hairy horns.
(VERA shivers violently.)
VERA
Actually, the fires of hell don’t sound so bad right about now.
MASHA
The frost is chilling my delicate bones. What if only one
bridegroom comes? Who will he choose?
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VERA
I suppose you think it will be you, inkspot on a toad’s fat
behind.
MASHA
And are you so certain it will be you, pockmark on a lizard’s
eyelid?
VERA
Stop hogging the blanket, boar bristle chin.
MASHA
Those are my mittens, pizza face!
(Bells are heard ringing. Wind is heard blowing.
MOROZKO and HIS MINIONS draw near.)
VERA
Hark, Masha, he comes! Does he not drive with bells on his
sledge?
MASHA
To warn away the wolves. How strong he must be. How dangerous.
(THE STEPSISTERS begin doing a handclapping singsong
to the text of “By the pricking of my thumbs” from
Macbeth, ACT IV, SCENE II.)
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VERA & MASHA
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
(MOROZKO swoops in, and approaches them)
MOROZKO
Are you warm, maidens? Are you warm, little pigeon droppings?
VERA
Like, we are practically frozen to death!
MASHA
What took you so long? Get on with it already!
MOROZKO
Are you warm, maidens? Are you warm, unlovely ones?
VERA
Look, we’ve had no breakfast. This is awkward.
MASHA
And inconvenient.
VERA
You’ve kept us waiting.
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MASHA
It’s unconscionable.
VERA
Our stomachs are rattling.
MASHA
Sitting all morning with our backsides glued to a frozen stump.
MOROZKO
Are you quite, quite warm, my screeching doves?
VERA
Are you, or are you not, the alleged bridegroom? The Big and
Famous Frost King?
MASHA
Let me see some credentials, boyo.
VERA
You’re a fake. The big strong Moronsko must be lost somewhere
in this wasteland of windravaged, frostbitten stunted cedar
woods.
MASHA
While we sit here, shivering, shaking and not supposed to talk
to strangers.
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MASHA(CONT’D)
(To Vera.)
I said: give me my mittens!
VERA
I’ll tie this blanket around your scraggy giraffe neck and leave
you here for the wolves.
#21 STEPSISTERS’QUARREL (Orchestra)
(THE STEPSISTERS’ quarrel intensifies. )
#22 DEATH OF THE STEPSISTERS (Orchestra)
(MOROZKO and HIS MINIONS encircle THE STEPSISTERS.
MOROZKO and HIS MINIONS dance. THE STEPSISTERS freeze
to death.)
#23 SCENE CHANGE MUSIC 4 (Orchestra)
SCENE 3The cottage, next morning.
(NIANYA dressed in black, kneels wailing beside the
corpses of VERA and MASHA laid out on the table,
barefoot, while KATYA, NATASHA and GLINKA sit nearby,
in black, feasting. Meanwhile, MARFA and KYRIL spoon
medicine into GRIFKA’s mouth.)
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#24 CRONES’ CORONACH (Crones)
CRONES
WE’VE BEEN SITTING UP ALL NIGHT WITH TWO DEAD GIRLS
TRYING TO UNFREEZE THEIR FROZEN SAUSAGE CURLS
(THEY take out blow driers)
EVEN THOUGH THE ICICLES HAVE MELTED FROM THEIR FINGERS
THE SMELL OF ROTTEN FLESH IS THE ONLY THING THAT LINGERS
(THEY take out surgical masks)
VERA AND MASHA, THEY ARE DEAD, DEAD, DEAD.
RING A RING OF ROSES ROUND THEIR SORRY LITTLE HEADS.
WHAT THEY WANTED MOST WAS WEALTH AND ALL ITS PHONY TRAPPINGS,
BUT NOW WHAT THEY LOOK FORWARD TO IS MUMMY WRAPPINGS.
(THEY take out scissors and bandages)
HAD THEY NEVER BEEN QUITE SO IMPOSSIBLE
MAYBE THEY’D BE SITTING HERE, COMFORTABLE AND FULL,
POLISHING THEIR TOENAILS, DOING NOTHING DIRE,
INSTEAD OF MEDITATING THE ETERNAL FIRE.
(THEY take out devil masks)
VERA AND MASHA, THEY ARE DEAD, DEAD, DEAD,
LYING DOWN FOREVER IN THEIR DEAD MAN’S BED.
LOUDLY HOW THEY ONCE COMPLAINED THEIR LIVES WERE IN A RUT.
AND NOW THE REAPER PROVES IT WHEN THE LID’S NAILED SHUT.
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(Hammering and church bells are heard)
(KYRIL is feeding GRIFKA cakes)
KYRIL
And you will grow into a strong, wise dog, little Grifka. Not
that you aren’t wise already. In the spring, you will run and
play on the hillside and your sickness will be far behind you.
MARFA
And Father, you, too, shall be well. The pharmacist arrives
tomorrow with medicine for your legs. The waters have thawed and
he’ll be yohoheavehoed up the river by the Volga Boatmen.
KYRIL
(Sadly.)
And yet they were my daughters, my little ones, before hunger
and fear turned their hearts to rotten apples.
MARFA
(Passionately.)
O my dear father! Restoration hang
Thy medicine on my lips, and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made!
(SHE kisses HIM)
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KYRIL
My child. I don’t think Shakespeare has made his way into Russia
yet.
CRONES, GRIFKA
We beg to differ.
#25: ENTRANCE OF FR. FOODHARDY (Orchestra)
(FR. FOODHARDY enters, carrying holy oils.)
FR. FOODHARDY
I have come.
CRONES
Humdedum.
KYRIL
Welcome to our home, Father Foodhardy, during this time of grave
misfortune.
GRIFKA
A little pun there. Grave. Misfortune.
(FR. FOODHARDY bumps into the corpses)
FR. FOODHARDY
Ah, yes, a pun. A pun. And where are the buns? Pun. Bun. A
little rhyme there.
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KYRIL
Here, Father Foodhardy, a meager funeral repast.
(HE offers FR. FOODHARDY a lemon poppy seed muffins.
FR. FOODHARDY takes the muffin)
FR. FOODHARDY
Past or present, food is food.
(FR. FOODHARDY eats the muffin appreciatively as all
watch.)
Delicious. Are these lemon poppy seed muffins? I love poppy
seeds. Just don’t ask me to undergo a drug test anytime soon.
Har!
MARFA
It’s an old Slavic recipe from Blintzes magazine.
KYRIL
She made them for her own mother’s funeral, too. Extra poppy
seeds. Took the edge off. The other priest was here then.
Father…uh…the one who fell into the ravine and got eaten by a
band of starving gypsies. One muffin too many.
FR. FOODHARDY
Ah, yes, Fr. Fellowfell. Well. He always said his heart belonged
to the gypsies. Get it? His heart? Belonged? To the –
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NIANYA
(Shrieking.)
Can we get on with the office of the dead already?
FR. FOODHARDY
Ah, you must be the stricken mother. Yes, yes, now then. Where
is the dearly departed?
NIANYA
You’re looking right at them.
FR. FOODHARDY
Oh, I thought the Culinary Institute had outdone itself in cake
decorating. Two dearly departed. I guess that makes them the
dearly departees.
(HE winks at the Crones.)
And where is da party?
NIANYA
(Wails.)
My jewels. My doves huddled in the clefts. My insurance in my
old age.
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FR. FOODHARDY
Would you like me to take a look at your policy? You may be
entitled –
NIANYA
Pay attention to the two corpses!
FR. FOODHARDY
The copses? You mean that small band of birch tress I passed?
NIANYA
The corpses, the corpses!
FR. FOODHARDY
Ah, yes, but what does the corpse say, that is the question. Get
it? Little pun there. The corpse says. The corpses.
(KATYA fans her face, as if FR. FOODHARDY has bad
breath.)
KATYA
Father Foodhardy, have you been eating garlic again?
(FR. FOODHARDY belches)
FR. FOODHARDY
Sorry. A tad of Genoa salami on the way over, nothing much. Is
it bad?
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KATYA
Always carry mint leaves, Father.
GLINKA
Eye of newt and toe of frog is also good.
NATASHA
Wool of bat and tongue of dog works in a pinch.
GRIFKA
Hey, easy!
FR. FOODHARDY
Do I have poppy seeds in my teeth? That always happens.
(NIANYA grabs the butcher’s knife madly)
NIANYA
Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, ‘Hold, hold!’
(KYRIL fights the knife away from NIANYA.)
FR. FOODHARDY
Great Glamis! She means business.
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NIANYA
My daughters are dead! Oh, cripes, I think I just burst my
corset stays. Will you check for me, Vera? Oops. Forgot. You’re
dead.
(Shrieking again.)
In case you forgot, my daughters are dead.
(SHE wails.)
FR. FOODHARDY
Yes, quite. In the view of the foolish, they seemed to be dead.
And their going away from us utter destruction. Yet are
they….are they…I always forget this part…Yet are they full of
…full of immorality.
(Beat)
Immortality.
NIANYA
Who cares what they’re full of? They’re dead!
(She cries, tears her hair, beats her breast, and
falls to the floor. SHE repeats several times. THE
CRONES wail and keep beat on the table, in between
bites.)
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(FR. FOODHARDY consults his notebook)
FR. FOODHARDY
Emotional catharsis. Important aspect of grief. Let’s see now,
it has been clinically proven that the Grieving Process, or GP,
has several predictable phases. First, there’s Denial.
(FR. FOODHARDY Looks at NIANYA.)
Well, you can’t deny that Nianya’s grieving.
(FR. FOODHARDY ticks “Denial” off in his notebook.)
Next comes Anger.
(FR. FOODHARDY looks at NIANYA again.)
She looks angry, all right.
KYRIL
Nianya always looks angry.
FR. FOODHARDY
Yes. Well. Hmm. After Anger comes True Mourning, even Despair.
(FR. FOODHARDY looks at NIANYA again.)
Hmm, hard to distinguish True Mourning from false mourning, and
of course there’s also false dawn to worry about, as well as
false arrest. And falsetto. And falsies.
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(FR. FOODHARDY laughs, snaps his notebook shut, and
checks his watch.)
FR. FOODHARDY (CONT’D)
Let’s wrap it up now, ladies.
(THE WOMEN stop short.)
Ahem…
(FR. FOODHARDY chants, in a Gregorian style)
“Peace be on this house. And on all who dwell” – or not –
“within its walls.”
(NIANYA goes into a terrible fit of grief and rage. HE
continues to Gregorian chant, very fast:)
“And peace especially be on the mother of these children the
woman who bore them in her womb and in whom are found only a few
blemishes and by which the privilege of motherhood is now
forever forestalled, forfeited and by which these two fruits of
her womb hanging precariously low on the limb of the tree of
life shall be carried thither in the bushel basket to the
threshing floor of all eternity. Amen.”
(HE wipes his brow, pats his stomach, helps himself to
cakes, then speaks to CRONES:)
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve
itself into a dew, eh, ladies?
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NIANYA
If I could lay down my life in exchange for
theirs…I…I…ummm…well, if I could trade places with them…wait,
what did I just say? Would to God I had died for thee,
Absalom…Hold it!
(SHE slaps herself)
One poppy seed muffin too many. Detox, detox.
KATYA
For those hardtobeat stubborn fatty desposits, Father, the
inner thighs, the flabby flap under your chin, try the
liposuction clinic in the neighboring village.
FR. FOODHARDY
I’ve barely recovered from Botox treatment. Trying to soften the
hellandbrimstone image a tad.
(MARFA offers HIM a hot cross bun)
MARFA
Hot cross buns, Father?
(FR. FOODHARDY takes a bun)
FR. FOODHARDY
I hope they’re not too cross!
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NIANYA
(Wailing.)
If I could eat my own Promethean liver, I would season it with
bacon and onions, serve it on a bed of wild rice and freeze some
of it in Tupperware for later in the month. I’d serve up my
viscera, smoked in a cream sauce over handformed baguette. I’d
wrench out my own griefmarinated sweetbreads! Is my hair okay
in this light? I’d slow cook my own tongue on a spit –
(Suddenly, MASHA bolts upright.)
MASHA
If she could have the furs and jewels she wanted – even though,
in case you hadn’t noticed, we’re dead and moldering – she would
be dancing on the table top.
(Suddenly, VERA bolts upright, as well.)
VERA
If she could stuff her greedy face with wedding cakes and lick
the frosting from her bony scrofulous fingers – even as we lie
here stiff with sores in the very jaws of death – then she would
sing for joy
MASHA
And shout hallelujah.
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VERA
And stomp a tattoo on our casket.
FR. FOODHARDY
Well. Out of the mouths of babes.
VERA & MASHA
Oh, false mother! You are Medea to the teeth!
To sacrifice your children for your own jealous feast!
(NIANYA knocks them back down.)
NIANYA
Enough from you two already. Not everything is about you.
(Beat)
FR. FOODHARDY
What just happened?
KATYA
It’s those two girls, they never could hold their tongues.
FR. FOODHARDY
I thought I saw –
GLINKA
Always an opinion about everything.
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FR. FOODHARDY
Right before my eyes –
NATASHA
It’s how Nianya raised them. She never spared the rod, and yet
they turned out spoiled.
FR. FOODHARDY
With my own eyes.
(HE wipes his eyes.)
I mean…I was sure there were seven buns left on the plate. But
no!
(HE looks at the plate again.)
Only six!
(HE fills pockets with buns.NIANYA, hysterical with the
knife again, runs out the door. THE CRONES gather the
remaining food and follow. MARFA, KYRIL, and FR. FOODHARDY
kneel beside the bodies, with their heads bowed. GRIFKA
stands on two legs, takes a book from the shelf, adjusts
his reading glasses, and reads:)
GRIFKA
To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
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GRIFKA (CONT’D)
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
To sleep. Perchance to dream.
(Realizing that HE’s quoting Hamlet, ACT III, SCENE I)
Oops. Pardon me. What play is this?
(HE snaps his fingers)
Wrong speech!
(GRIFKA flips through the pages.)
Aha!
The master’s daughter has silver and gold
Kindhearted and blessed, as Grifka foretold.
The stepmother’s daughters are frozen with cold.
Too selfish and greedy to ever grow old.
(GRIFKA howls a long, long howl.)
Anybody here got a cough drop?
(KYRIL brings HIM lozenges.)
Ah, much better…Well, I’m afraid I must be going. I’ve an
important engagement in the woods. Under the largest pine tree.
(HE winks, wraps his cloak around him, and vanishes.)
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FR. FOODHARDY
A talking dog?!
#26: FINALE/FROZEN VOLGA (REPRISE) (Company)
(Enter COMPANY, dancing.)
ALL
SO WE TELL STORIES BY THE FIRE’S DYING LIGHT.
ADD SOME EXTRA DETAILS, NO ONE’S CHECKING IF IT’S RIGHT.
TELL A SKAZKA, SING A SONG.
LIFE CAN’T HELP BUT BE TOO LONG.
IN THE MEANTIME, STICK TOGETHER.
LONGING FOR THE LIGHT.
IN THE MEANTIME, STICK TOGETHER.
NEVER LOSING SIGHT.
IN THE MEANTIME, WHAT’S TO EAT?
BE GOOD, BE KIND; AND DON’T BE TOO GREEDY.
ADIEU. FAREWELL. GOOD NIGHT.
AND PRAY THE WOLVES DON’T BITE.
(THE COMPANY howls)
THE END
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