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SHORT STORY --Actually, a play this month by the eminent playwright and journalist,  Sherwood Ross. The Chickasaw Plum appreciates his contributions including “Kremlin Wife” below.

 

Sherwood Ross

KREMLIN WIFE

© 2006 by Sherwood Ross

Time: Winter, 1950

Place: Moscow

 

CAST

Ludmilla, an attractive Baltic region blond, early Thirties

Sonia, Ludmilla’s friend, a psychologist, mannish , same age

Nikita, Politbureau member, very powerful, late Fifties

Ivan, Ludmilla’s husband, high official in secret police, late Fifties

The playwright is indebted to Simon Sebag Montefiore for his history, “Stalin: The Court of The Red Tsar”(Alfred A. Knopf).

 

ACT ONE

Set:  Plush living room crowded with overstuffed furniture, Russian 17th century religious paintings on the wall beside which small, obligatory photographs of Lenin and Stalin appear tacky. There is a writing table in the middle of this mess with a photograph of Ludmilla on it. Door at left opens and Ludmilla flounces in, spills half a dozen packages onto a sofa, and removes her fur cap, brushes the snow off it and tosses it aside. She shakes her straight blond hair, peels off a winter overcoat and drops it on a sofa.

Ludmilla

As you see, Soviet stores are not completely empty --- especially the shops for us. You see how lucky your Ludmilla is to be born under the sign of Aries, the water carrier. Astrology is not practiced here, at least not officially, but there is a woman in the university district who forecasts for me now and then. She says Aries means being strong willed and good with money (laughs) ---good at spending it! Well, why not? As I say to myself, “Ludmilla, to drive the Soviet economy, you must shop!” Just like a rich American housewife, what?

(Musical doorbell rings out the theme of Tchaikovsky’s Pathetique symphony. Ludmilla goes to door at left. Sonia stands excitedly in the doorway, waiting to be invited in.)

Sonia! You’re an hour early! No, come in! Don’t be foolish, darling. It’s fine! Fine! I just got home myself this minute! No, you’re not interrupting. Come in! Come in! I was out shopping. I’ll heat the samovar.

(Sonia enters. She is a brunette dressed in a man’s coat. She wears horn-rimmed glasses and her hair is drawn up in a bun. Handing her coat to Ludmilla, we see she wears a pin-striped business suit. She carries a parcel in a brown paper bag in her left land and holds it as she wraps her left arm around Ludmilla’s back. Ludmilla steps forward and there is a protracted embrace that is warm and loving. Sonia kisses Ludmilla two or three times on the cheek and Ludmilla backs away smiling, so that her arms are extended their full length.)

Oh, let me look at you!  How trim you look!

Sonia

And you, darling. You have your girlish waist.

Ludmilla

Shameless flatterer!

Sonia

I can tell you’re wonderful. You look wonderful.

Ludmilla

Oh, sit down! Sit down!

Sonia

I’m too excited. I got here early and was walking around the block until I couldn’t stand not ringing your bell.

Ludmilla

(Grabbing a box of chocolates.) Here, have a candy. Swiss chocolate. Take two, eat them all! (Sonia takes a couple and a few spill out of the box. They laugh and Ludmilla embraces her impulsively.)

Sonia

M-m-m! Chocolate ecstasy! You mean you feast on these and you don’t gain?

 

Ludmilla

I walk it off.. to the shops, the symphony, lectures, even to the Kremlin when they deign to invite the wives.

Sonia

I see! Where did these two years go, huh? It’s been too long and you know it.

Ludmilla

My apologies…

Sonia

And you’re the one responsible for these separations. Of course, I can see why you would want to hibernate in here. You’ve really fixed it up since last time! Is that a Livitskii I see on the wall? (Ludmilla nods) Am I ever impressed! Ivan Ivanovich must be doing very well. (Beat) So, ah, how is dear old Ivan?

Ludmilla

The same: long hours. They don’t finish most nights until midnight and then you-know-who calls them all in together and he starts reminiscing about the old days when he was a boy in Georgia, and starts singing folk songs until two in the morning.

Sonia

They say he has a very sweet voice, almost like “sap” from a maple tree.

Ludmilla

I’ve heard him sing. I’ve heard better. I’ve heard worse. Anyway, nobody dares to excuse themselves before he’s ready to go to bed. So when Ivan finally comes home it’s three a.m. and he’s knocked out. At six, I have to shake him awake and pour black coffee into him to get him up. The limousine is here at 6:30 and then (shrugs) back to work.

Sonia

Sounds like not much fun for either of you.

Ludmilla

I manage to keep myself entertained.

Sonia

So, ah, who is he riding in with these days?

Ludmilla

Sometimes Molotov, sometimes Mikoyan. Once in awhile Kaganovich. Oh, and last week Nikita. He came storming in here angry as a bull, his face…practically purple….Ivan was on the pot but Nikita goes right up to the toilet door and rattles it. He’s yelling, “Ivan Ivanovich: do you know how long I’ve been waiting downstairs for you?” (Laughs) So I ordered him, “Nikita, sit!” and poured him coffee and fixed him a true peasant breakfast, and pretty soon they are both gorging themselves on my famous stuffed eggs with pepper and the bread, you know how I make it with the cracklings. And Nikita says, “I, who come from the bread basket of Russia, I swear on my mother’s name I have never tasted anything so delicious.! And he smears the lard on an inch thick and pours strawberry preserves on top like a starving Ukranian peasant. (Laughs) Between them, they devoured two huge loaves and a dozen eggs and yo ho! Who cares about getting to the office? At nine o’clock they’re still eating and I’m pouring out, what, they’re fourth or fifth cups of Italian coffee. So much for their indispensable, (lowering her voice) vital executive jobs (resumes normal tone) or whatever the hell they do. Men and their urgent executive duties! It’s all sham and pretense, you know.

Sonia

Ludmillitchka, watch your tongue!

Ludmilla

Oh, bother!

Sonia

We need to end this kind of talk. You heard me warn you. Take it to heart.

Ludmilla

Are you trying to tell me in your roundabout way they are bugging Ivan’s apartment?

Sonia

No! No! No! Nothing of the sort. (Raising her voice) They are too ethical to do anything like that. I’m just taking exception to, ah, the use of your word “pretense.”

 

Ludmilla

Oh, come on!

(Sonia puts a finger over her lips and points to the telephone.)

Really? You think so? (Ludmilla approaches Sonia, all smiles, puts her arms around her waist.) Well, let them record this! (Ludmilla kisses Sonia warmly on the mouth.) It’s so good to see you.

Sonia

Now that’s the kiss I’ve been longing for. (Sonia kisses her back hard and after a moment Ludmilla has to break it off.) Just like when we were at camp.

Ludmilla

Happiest three weeks of my life. How time flies. Here I am, thirty years old today. (beat) I’m entitled to a few kisses.

Sonia

And a spanking, too. I’ll bet you’ve been a wee bit naughty, right? Anyway, here’s a present.

(Sonia hands Ludmilla  a thin,  rectangular package in brown wrapping paper.)

Ludmilla

How sweet of you to remember! (Feeling it.) I can’t wait to open it.

Sonia

So here you are, all settled into your luxurious home, happily married, the envy of all Moscow. You are happily married, I assume, more or less, no?

Ludmilla

(Evasive) I’ll bring us some tea. Oh, and I have fresh Viennese strudel smothered in whipped cream.

(Ludmilla exits right, into kitchen, leaving Sonia alone. Sonia ambles about the room examining bric-a-brac, gazes at the pictures of Stalin and Lenin briefly, then goes over to a telephone on a writing table and picks up handset and examines it, turning it around and upside down. She is looking at the base of the handset holding it above her eye level when Ludmilla enters with pastry tray. She stops in the doorway, surprised. They make eye contact.)

Sonia

Oh! I was thinking of making a phone call.  (Ludmilla enters)

Ludmilla

(Laughs) Of course you were.  I’m sure you aren’t looking for bugs.

Sonia

Everyone knows, all the bugs have fled Russia to escape the terror.

Ludmilla

Now who’s talking out of turn!

Sonia

I’m sorry. We live in difficult times… a great patriotic war…so many dead…and now enemies of the state everywhere within the state…

Ludmilla

Don’t worry so much. Ivan’s too high up to be bugged. They wouldn’t dare.

(Ludmilla sets the pastries down on a coffee table in the center of a sofa-and-chairs arrangement. Sonia sits and Ludmilla goes to the samovar and pours two cups and gives one to Sonia.)  So, what is that wonderful birthday surprise you have for me?

Sonia

Open it! (Ludmilla removes brown paper, revealing record album, “Anything Goes”)

Ludmilla

It’s printed in English. (Slowly, tracing her hand over the album cover) Cole Port-ya.

Sonia

Cole Porter.

Ludmilla

Porter, right.

 

Sonia

Music from one of his operettas, “Anything Goes.”

Ludmilla

(Puts it on phonograph; music starts. They listen appreciatively for about a minute. Ludmilla turns to Sonia.) I love it. C’mon. Let’s dance. (They dance; Sonia sings)

Sonia

The world has gone mad today

And good’s bad today

And black’s white today

And day’s night today,

When most guys today

That women prize today

Are just silly gigolos

And though I’m not a great romancer

I know that I’m bound to answer

When you propose,

Anything goes.

(The music stops and they stop, laughing, hug briefly.)

Ludmilla

It’s swell. Isn’t that the American word for it, swell? Wherever did you buy it?

Sonia

A comrade who works in graphic design near my desk got it in Paris. Oh, and did he say what a wonderful time he had! Paris is all recovered by now, you know. You can walk into any shop and buy anything you want.

 

Ludmilla

(Waving her arm around the room.) I think Russia must be all recovered, too.

Sonia

Here, we can buy only what they want us to buy. One man makes the decision on gramophones. Another makes the decision on records. Over there, anybody can make and sell anything they want. Nobody tells them what music to play. That’s how I got this.

Ludmilla

What is it with our men that they must be in control, you know? Ivan (shaking her head) must be in total control, even of intimate moments, you understand me? He never relaxes, not for a second. It’s as though he must be vigilant for enemies…that idea creeps out of his work, from what he does…and it comes crawling in here after work with him like some kind of slimy reptile on a rope he drags behind him. (Shudders)

Sonia

(Changing the subject) Say, I’ll be you bought yourself something grand for your birthday.

Ludmilla

(Picks up muff from a sofa, displays it, drops it back, picks up hat.) A hat, a muff, Ivan spoils me like you-know-who’s spoiled daughter.

Sonia

Looks like a dress box, too.

Ludmilla

Oh, that’s nothing.

Sonia

I’ll bet it’s Cleopatra’s own slinky gown. Come on! Model it for your Sonia. (Ludmilla suddenly puts her tea cup down and her mood changes visibly.) I’ll open it for you. What? (Ludmilla looks away and twists a napkin in her hands. Sonia, with one eye on Ludmilla, opens the box. She removes some tissue paper followed by a red jumper a teen-age girl would wear. Next, she pulls out a peasant blouse adorned with red roses. Ludmilla blushes.) What? What? Who is this girl’s dress for?  …You? Is it for you? Oh, my god!

(Ludmilla nods her head and tries to fight back tears. Sonia puts blouse down and moves to sit close to Ludmilla and puts her arm around Ludmilla’s shoulder.) Sh-h-h! It’ll be okay. (Ludmilla breaks down. Sonia produces a handkerchief.)

Ludmilla

(Laughing through her tears) Ivan bought me the dress and blouse. Oh, and he got me a brown bear, too.

Sonia

Does it dance?

Ludmilla

He practically does the kazatsky. (Beat) I suppose you’ve guessed why he bought these. (Beat) Look, I wouldn’t want it spread around Ivan makes me wear girl’s clothes.

Sonia

I have never divulged one word of what my patients tell me. You…should feel…free…based on our friendship…you can to speak to me in confidence, it’s all right darling.

Ludmilla

Eat your strudel and I’ll tell you. You know, when I first met Ivan, a famous revolutionary, I was jelly in his hands. Mother warned me about the age difference, but, of course, I knew better than her.

Sonia

Well, he did fall hard for you. He once told me, and I thought there was a lot of truth to it, that you were his “woodland sprite,” like a fairy. I wouldn’t be surprised myself if you had invisible wings on your back.

Ludmilla

Oh, eat!

Sonia

I’ve never had one with so much whipped cream before. It’s decadent.

 

Ludmilla

They’re called Himmalayas.

Sonia

And so…well, perhaps you enjoy it just a little to dress up this way for him? (Ludmilla doesn’t answer.) A little love game, perhaps? (Ludmilla wipes her eyes.) Sweetheart, if this is too painful, let’s just forget it, forget I asked. My profession is to ask questions.

Ludmilla                                                                                   

(Resignedly) No! No! It’s time I talked to someone. (Beat) You know, before we married, Ivan had a lot of endearing names for me, my little princess, my little angel. He always used the diminutive, my little this, my little that, and I didn’t think anything of it. For a long time after the wedding, maybe a year, everything was normal man and woman stuff. Then, he gradually began to reveal his secret needs.

(As Ludmilla makes this confession, Sonia holds her cup to her lips, hardly sipping, hanging on each word.)

Sonia

Well, I wonder if we all don’t have some fantasy back in our skulls, some hidden, suppressed desire…

Ludmilla

One night he brings home this box full of big diapers. He pulls one out and wants me to put it on him. (Sonia does not betray her astonishment.) He likes me to rub warm baby oil on him. Then I have to pat him dry with towels and sprinkle him with baby powder.

Sonia

I see…

Ludmilla

And then…I, well, diaper him… (beat, rationalizing) It’s his fantasy, you know? He asks me to recite nursery rhymes and read him old Russian fairy tales as if I were his mother. (beat) I know all of them. (Reciting) Old Mother Goose when she wanted to wander, would fly through the air on a very fine gander. Other times, he switches entirely. He wants me to play the little girl and he plays the experienced seducer.

Sonia

That, too? I must say I’ve never had a case like this, professionally. But the diaper boys are well known in the profession…infantalists.

Ludmilla

(Snapping her fingers.) That’s it! That’s what they are! Ivan can’t be the only one. There have got to be lots of men out there like him, right? It’s not that odd, is it?

Sonia                                                                                                                                                 

No, it’s not that odd. Yet, it isn’t exactly normal, either. So what about your man and woman stuff now?

Ludmilla

Oh, I suppose I wish it was that way again, you know? You must promise me, though, Sonia, if any of this gets out, you know how that inner circle is…they would use it against Ivan. Beria has the ears of a fox. (Sonia nods) All right…here goes… he lies on the bed and makes cooing noises. I have to bring him a bottle of warm milk and he makes me splash some on my forearm the way mothers do to make sure it isn’t too hot for baby, and while he drinks it he likes me to sing him a lullabye, you know, lullabye, and goodnight…that kind of song. Then I give him his pacifier and he sucks on that. (Ludmilla stops)

Sonia

I’ll ask you again? Do you have relations?  (Ludmilla shakes her head.)

Ludmilla

When he gets amorous, I have to do my little girl act. Huh! I’ve got a whole closet full of clothes like this.

Sonia

And?

Ludmilla

This is very hard for me, you understand? (Sonia nods her head) Then he says, “What’s your name, little girl?” and each time I have to make up a new name for him. (Beat) This is very hard for me to say but I will finish. Okay. Who better than you to tell?

 

Sonia

Take all the time you need. By the way, this is excellent strudel. Next time we get together I’ll make one from my grandmother’s cook book….

Ludmilla

So, then I pull up a chair next to the bed…then, well, I expose myself to him. Then I unpin his diaper…and then I put my lipstick on…very slowly…

Sonia                                                                                                               

I think I know where this is going, so you don’t have to say any more. What I want to know is do you ever get anything in return?

Ludmilla

I get to love him…in the larger meaning of the word, with a capital L. He’s an important man. I suppose I have to settle for this as my portion of life. (Tears spill down her cheeks.)

Sonia

How I hate to see tears from such beautiful eyes.

Ludmilla

It’s okay. I’m going to be okay. Besides, I get to shop!

Sonia

Acquiring is not living. What…if you can tell it… you used to talk to me about having children. Is this out of the question?

Ludmilla

Your memory is good. I love children. I helped my Mother raise three younger brothers and sisters. I’m completely prepared for the job. But it’s useless. One night when he was sucking from his bottle I removed my blouse and pushed my nipple against his cheek. I said, “Wouldn’t baby love to drink some real milk squirting out of this?” He smiled and sucked my nipple for a while and then I whispered in a low, sexy voice, you could have a son of your own. Think of it. You’re very own son! And he sat up and shouted, “Stop it! You’re ruining everything!” and the way he said it frightened me.

 

Sonia

Aye! Aye! Actually, if you did have a baby, he might come to adore it. I think narcissistic men, especially, make good fathers because a man like Ivan, he  would see himself reborn in his son. That’s how boys get spoiled, and girls, too. Look at Stalin’s son. Look at how the Molotovs’ spoil their daughter.

Ludmilla

Frankly, Sonia, I’d love to have a child but I don’t think I want his child, you know. I would tell him it’s his….but I’d like the son of a really virile man, you know.

 Sonia

How…?

Ludmilla

I’ll think of something….

Sonia

Yes, of course you will. But if you are going to shop around, keep an eye over your shoulder. A lot of the top guys have their wives followed.

Ludmilla

While I’m still attractive, I could find somebody else. Don’t repeat this but Nikita couldn’t take his eyes off my chest. To love again, with a real man…. I’d love to have a boy with a wide, happy smile on his face…a daughter I could take to ballet lessons and watch her dance. If only Ivan would let me go.

Sonia

Ludmilla, I hear some things about Ivan that are unpleasant. (Ludmilla pours Sonia more tea.) What I heard may clarify what’s happening in your life. I admit these are rumors…

Ludmilla

(Coldly) I don’t credit rumors.

Sonia

In Moscow, though, no matter how fantastic, every rumor turns out to be true.

Ludmilla

I won’t believe you, Sonia.

Sonia

Well, which did you believe when the Kremlin put out an official story saying Stalin’s wife died of a heart attack, and the rumor was Nadiya committed suicide? Nobody believed the heart attack story, including you.

Ludmilla

Get on with it. (Stands) I’m going to pour myself a little serious. Care to join me? (Sonia nods. Ludmilla goes to a sideboard, pours two small tumblers. For about a minute her back is to Sonia, making it easier for Sonia to say what she has come to say. When she returns with the vodka, she hands one to Sonia, the two raise them in a toast to each other, without clinking, and take a swallow. Ludmilla resumes her seat.)

Sonia

The rumor is….Ivan …and some of his aides…they abduct teenage girls…girls that have not reached the age of consent.

Ludmilla

Who exactly is spreading this rumor? I’ve heard this one before. Last December I was approached on the street rudely by a man who bumped into me and growled in my face, “If your husband puts his hand on my daughter, I’ll kill him…and you as well.” And then he was lost in the crowd. I was in shock.

Sonia

I can tell you this much: one of my patients runs in Ivan’s pack.

Ludmilla

Maybe he was that man on the street…about forty years old with thick black hair…very handsome.

Sonia

I can’t tell you for professional reasons. You understand.

 

Ludmilla

(Flatly) Just get on with it. You know, there are some girls, more like young woman, who are sexually precocious at fifteen or sixteen. They look like they’re twenty-five. These girls don’t exactly have to be abducted, you know?

Sonia

Maybe those kind, too. What I’ve heard… they grab them as young as thirteen off the streets and take them to their dachas, keeping them for days or weeks. And if the parents complain, (she snaps her fingers), like that, to the Gulag, and the girls to an orphanage when they’re done with them.

Ludmilla

And…so…please explain to me, in your capacity as a professional, what is the dynamic behind this behavior?

Sonia

I’m not entirely certain. Maybe…oh, this is such a simplification…but men who are insecure…ah, unsure of themselves with a real woman, they turn to girls, some even abduct children.

Ludmilla

Insecure, now that’s ludicrous pertaining to Ivan. He’s right up at the top of state security. Beria can’t get along without him.

Sonia

Yes, and it’s terrifying being up there. They are like mad dogs waiting for the opportunity to tear at each other’s throats. Stalin suspects every member of the Politbureau of disloyalty. Any one of them can denounce you to him and if Stalin believes it, your life is gone, over, kaput. (Ludmilla puts her hands over her ears.) I’m sorry.

Ludmilla

What?

Sonia

Listen to me carefully. You can’t hide in department stores all your life.

 

Ludmilla

It’s my birthday, Sonia. You’re presuming on our friendship.

Sonia

There’s more.

Ludmilla

(Standing.) I don’t think I care to hear any more, thank you.

Sonia

Sit, please. Please sit down. (Ludmilla sits, drinks from vodka glass.) The hopeful part is coming. (Sonia pushes her chair a bit closer to the couch.) I am here to tell you, you may be in danger.

Ludmilla

That’s the hopeful part?

Sonia

This is Russia. Wait, please.

Ludmilla

Well, as long as you’re determined to ruin my birthday, would you mind braiding my hair?

Sonia

Not at all.  One tail or two.

Ludmilla

Two. Later on tonight, I’ll be pretending it’s my tenth birthday party.

(Ludmilla drags a straight back chair to stage center facing audience and sits down. Sonia follows her and leans forward, kisses her lightly on the cheek, wraps her arms around Ludmilla’s chest and squeezes briefly, straightens up, and begins to comb Ludmilla’s hair out.)

Sonia

(Sniffing) Your hair smells so clean.

 

Ludmilla

Yes, I reek of purity. By the way, did Nikita just happen to give you a message for me?

Sonia

How do you know that? I’m not denying it.

Ludmilla

I know because I know you know him pretty well. I know your father, may he rest in peace, served with Nikita at Stalingrad.                                                                                                                                                             

Sonia

And may your father rest in peace.

Ludmilla

(Squeezing Sofia’s hand briefly.) Thank you. The morning Nikita was here and Ivan was in the toilet, I was still in my dressing gown when I cooked his breakfast, and now and then when I leaned over his plate to refill it, I sort of gave him a little chest, you know, for encouragement. He responded by putting his hand on my forearm in a good natured kind of way, lightly, yet I felt the iron in his grip like some heavy metal, and he made his fingers tighten and contract on my arm. Sonia, I turned wet. I’m surprised he didn’t beat the Nazis by himself at Stalingrad. So you do bring me a message, yes?

Sonia

You made quite an impression on him.

Ludmilla

Well, I may still be attractive to a real man, you know? (Beat, reflectively.) Sonia, how I wish I lived with a respected man who is not feared. When the clerk in a department store asks me where to send the package and I tell him my name, his hands tremble writing the address and he looks down at the paper. Ouch, you hit a knot.

Sonia

I’m done with the combing. Now we start braiding. (Beat) So, how much do you really know about the terror?

 

Ludmilla

I can’t help overhear Ivan on the phone. Beria brings a list of names to Stalin. Stalin puts his initials on the list and hands it to Molotov. Molotov signs it and hands it back to Beria, and Beria returns to the office and hands the list to Ivan. Sometimes the list has just one name. Sometimes five or ten. Sometimes hundreds or thousands of names…all of them going to be pulled from their homes and families and some will never see their children again.

Sonia

So you do know.

Ludmilla                                                                                                                                           

Of course, everybody knows. They want everybody to know. Some people they torture and release to go home and tell their neighbors how awful it is. Some nights Ivan comes home with blood on his shoes. (looking over her shoulder) By the way, now that we are speaking freely aren’t you worried about the phone being bugged?

Sonia

Hold your head still. I think…it’s just, well, the fear wears you down. After a while I just don’t care any more. Let them take me and do what they want with me. Anyway, I’ve got a couple of things to tell you. Nikita says he can’t think of anything lovelier than waking up in the morning and having you fix his breakfast. He says it was a dream.

Ludmilla

(Excited) He didn’t.

Sonia

Yes, he did, and he wants to work out a safe arrangement.

Ludmilla

(Hugging herself) Wonderful!

Sonia

There’s something else he wants you to know….

Ludmilla

Another bad part?

Sonia

I’m afraid so. You-know-who has found a new way to test the loyalty of the members of the Politbureau.

Ludmilla

They’re all terrified of him now.

Sonia

Even so, he’s so suspicious he has devised a new tactic.                                                             

Ludmilla

Get to the point.

Sonia

First, a little story first. (Beat) The other day the comrade in charge of the manufacture of limousines stops President Kalinin on the street.

Ludmilla

That jellyfish.

Sonia

Zylchenko his name is. The man is in tears. He pulls at Kalinin’s coat and he says they have arrested my wife on grounds she is a spy for the Americans. You’ve known us for years, loyal party members. Please, intervene. Well, Kalinin replies, “I’m so sorry. I am the president of the Soviet Union and Stalin has arrested my wife for treason and I can’t get her out of the Lubiyanka.

Ludmilla

I didn’t know…Kalinin’s wife arrested?! (Beat) So, what does all this have to do with…me?

Sonia

There’s a rumor Molotov’s own wife is next on the list. After that…anyway, your name has been mentioned…

Ludmilla

I am no enemy of the state!

Sonia

It has nothing to do with reality. You-know-who is going to hold all the wives of his inner circle hostage. That way they won’t dare assassinate him.

Ludmilla

Ivan’s bureau is the one that makes the arrests. You don’t believe they would ask him to arrest me, do you?                                                                                                                             

Sonia

They revel in such ironies! What a drama! Beautiful wife of top secret police officer, a woman thought to be an ardent Party member, dragged off to the Lubiyanka for spying.

Ludmilla

I don’t even know an American. It’s hard to believe they’re going after Paulina.

Sonia

Molotov has applied for a divorce. If she’s tainted, it’s the only way he can save himself! 

Ludmilla

How is Paulina tainted?

Sonia

When Golda Meier came here to the synagogue, Paulina was there to greet her. That’s all it takes. Go to a synagogue and shake hands with a foreign head of state.

Ludmilla

So what do you propose for me…and where does the bull fit in?

Sonia

Sometimes a divorce is helpful. If Ivan thinks he’s in trouble because of you, he might divorce you to clear his name.

Ludmilla

(Laughs) You want me to convert to Judaism and attend synagogue!

 

Sonia

No, but we need to find some way to make Ivan divorce you.

Ludmilla

Divorce his pleasure princess? I do the dance of the seven veils for him. Who else is dumb enough to clean his diapers? Yes, that’s part of it. He makes poop in his diapers and I have to scrape it off into the toilet and wash them. For all his wealth, he won’t let me send them out to a laundry. There’s a big pot on the stove especially for boiling his fucking diapers.

Sonia

I believe they mean to arrest you to guarantee Ivan’s loyalty.

Ludmilla

All this makes no sense, absolutely no sense! What is this, a lunatic asylum run by the crazies? I only want to live my life in peace. As for Ivan, his loyalty is unquestioned. He grovels at the great man’s feet. I only scrape his diapers but if Stalin pooped in his pants and told Ivan to eat the contents, Ivan would ask for a fork.

Sonia

Anyway, you are suspected of subversion.

Ludmilla

Ha! They just want to get their hands between my legs. I love Communism. (Points in the direction of the audience to a window) Look out there! One of the best views in the city. I sit here and watch the sun drop behind the spires of the old churches. I see them silhouetted against the twilight sky. As the darkness descends, I can see all the lights of Moscow twinkling on like the Milky Way. I hear the voices of the students singing their folk songs drift up to me from the street.

Sonia

I’m done braiding.

Ludmilla

How do I look? (Sonia nods approving.) Well, you’ve given me a good birthday spanking , haven’t you?

 

Sonia

I’m sorry, darling, believe me. I had to tell you. Nikita wants you to know of the danger.

Ludmilla                       

Can this life we are living be real? How many women are married to a man who comes home drunk most nights after partying with the ruler of the country…a ruler who…makes him do unspeakable things. You know, next to some names on those lists they give Ivan, Stalin himself writes the words, “Beat! Beat!” And Ivan does it. Yet, I marvel at how peacefully he sleeps at night.

Sonia

You know everything, don’t you?

Ludmilla

I know more. People hate Ivan. When I am introduced at a party, guests look for ways to excuse themselves from my company, as if my body is covered with scales.

Sonia

Nikita says he can get you out of the country…through the Ukraine…he owns all the border guards.

Ludmilla

And?

Sonia

He’s got a lovely dacha waiting for you across the frontier, set back from a country road, three miles from a darling little village. He’s not even asking for exclusive rights. He’s quite the man of the world. Now and then, he drops in to pay you a visit.

Ludmilla

And just how does a fancy kept woman pass her time with no department stores and theatres?

Sonia

(Reaching into her pocket and producing an envelope.) He also told me to give you this.

             

                                                                                   

(Ludmilla feels the envelope, opens it delicately from the top, peers inside, closes it, and hands it back.)

Ludmilla

No, no, you keep it.

Sonia

(Pressing the envelope back on Ludmilla) He wants you to have it. He says it doesn’t matter if you accept his invitation. It’s for your shopping. Go ahead!

Ludmilla

My birthday present to you. I know you can use it.

Sonia

Oh….I couldn’t…

Ludmilla

Do you want me to go through with this or not?

Sonia

Well…  (She takes envelope)

Ludmilla

Count it so I know how much I was supposed to receive.

Sonia

(Counting the bills) My god! …. It’s ten thousand rubles.

Ludmilla

Good! Happy birthday from your Ludmilla to you!  (They hug.)  Now, what did he tell you about the arrangements?                                                

Sonia

He says he’ll contact you.

 

Ludmilla                                                                            

I do want to see him but I need time to get to know him better. I’m not ready to leave the country just like that.

Sonia

You’ll consider it, though. It’s for your own safety.

Ludmilla

I’ll consider it, sure. But there’s something you had better consider.

Sonia

Oh?

Ludmilla

If Ivan wanted to know where I went, who do you think is the first person he would pick up to ask a few questions? (Sonia turns pale.) My dear Sonia: I am here to tell you that you may be in danger.

Sonia

Perhaps I should go now.

Ludmilla

And find a Swiss bank for your money. (Sonia stands and Ludmilla helps her on with her coat.) To see you again is the best birthday gift of all. (Sonia lifts her vodka glass, as does Ludmilla, they toast.)

Sonia

Our love forever, what we swore as girls.

Ludmilla

Our love forever!

Blackout

 

ACT TWO

Set: The same.

Time: Three hours later.

(There is an interval of darkness for thirty seconds. A key is heard to turn in a lock. A floor lamp comes on illuminating the set. Ludmilla, asleep in the same arm chair, is startled awake. She wears a peasant dress with blue flowers.  Ivan stands in the doorway but does not enter. He is a short, bald, barrel-chested man tending to fatness. His horn-rimmed glasses accentuate his moonish face. His workers’ cap is pushed back on his head. A red-and-black tie is loose at the neck of his blue denim shirt. His black trousers are rumpled.)

Ludmilla

(Startled awake.) M-m-f! Huh? (She sits up with a start, rubs her eyes, bewildered.)

Ivan

(Calling from the doorway) Oh, little girl!

Ludmilla

(Still sleepy.) What?

Ivan

Little girl!

Ludmilla                                                                                                                                   

Yes? (Recognizes Ivan and stands up.) May I help you, sir?

Ivan

Please, may I come in?

Ludmilla

(Pretending surprise and shock.) Oh!

Ivan

I said, may I come in?

 

Ludmilla

Oh, sir. My mother is not at home.

Ivan

What about your father?

Ludmilla

He lives far far away, in Mongolia.

Ivan

It’s eight o’clock. Where is your Mother now?

Ludmilla

She sweeps the streets at night.

Ivan

So, who is watching you?

Ludmilla

I’m a big girl. Mother says I must watch myself while she’s at work.

Ivan

I see. How old are you?

Ludmilla                                                                                               

I am ten years old today.

Ivan

Did you have a birthday party?

Ludmilla

Oh, no. We are very poor. Mother cannot afford a cake.

Ivan

So, ah, what do they call you?

Ludmilla

Alexandra.

Ivan

Ah, that’s my own dear Mother’s name, too. I say, it’s warm in your house. May I come in from the cold?

Ludmilla

Mother says for me not to allow strangers to enter.

Ivan

But I am your own Mother’s brother, your very own uncle, Boris. She is expecting me today.

Ludmilla

I have never seen you before, Uncle Boris.

Ivan

This is my first trip to Moscow in years. The last time I was here you were still a baby. You don’t remember, that’s all.

Ludmilla

What brings you to our house?

Ivan                                                                                                                                                    

Why, your mother said she plans to make you a surprise party tomorrow and told me I am to be the guest of honor. (Beat) Now may I come in?

Ludmilla

Oh, well, please come in and take off your coat. (Ivan enters, looking around as if visiting for the first time.) Did you bring me a present, Uncle Boris?  (Ivan removes coat and sets it down.)

Ivan

I did indeed. (Holds up package tied in red ribbon.)

Ludmilla

May I?

Ivan

Sure! Sure! Go ahead!  (Ludmilla removes the paper and holds up a story book.)

Ludmilla

Oh, Uncle Boris, it’s “Celeste and The Elephant.” (He turns his cheek so she can kiss him.) Oh, read it to me, please, won’t you?

Ivan

Of course! I’ll just sit in this chair by the lamp. Now, I’ll take the book and here, you, ah, just settle yourself on my lap while I read to you.

Ludmilla

Oh, I don’t know…

Ivan

Come! Come! I am your Uncle Boris after all. When your mother returns from work she’ll tell you so herself. (Beat) Now, give me a sweet little kiss on the mouth, you’ll see, everything will be okay. (Ludmilla smiles and kisses him. Ivan slaps his hand on his leg a couple of times.) Now hop up here and I’ll read to you all about Celeste. (Ludmilla sits on his lap. Ivan holds the story book in front of her with one hand.) Say, Alexandra, has anyone ever told you you have just beautiful hair?

Ludmilla                                                                                                                       

(Ignoring this.) I have two other Celeste books, “Celeste and The Queen of the Night,” and “Celeste Against The Witches.” That’s my favorite.

Ivan

My father used to read those very same “Celeste” books to me when I was a boy. I’m glad you like them.

Ludmilla

I love them. I think there was a man once, he looked very much like you, who read me a story once in the long ago.

Ivan

That would be me, when I visited here and you were hardly more than a baby.

Ludmilla

I can’t wait for you to begin.

Ivan

And so I shall. (He strokes her head with one hand.) I must say, what lovely braids.

Ludmilla

Please, Uncle Boris, read the story.

Ivan

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a lovely girl by the name of Celeste. (Ivan’s hand drops to Ludmilla’s bosom and rests on it.) She lived by the seashore in a country called India, so far away that to get there you would have to cross mountains and deserts and rivers and pass through a hundred shining cities. Celeste’s father was very poor and Celeste had no toys, only a doll made from rags.  She was very content with her rag doll except for one thing: she longed to ride on a real elephant.

(Ivan’s hand goes to Ludmilla’s shoulder strap and unbuckles it. It falls down.)

Blackout

 

ACT THREE                                                                                                                                                   

Six months later. Springtime, Moscow, a park along the river.

(Empty bench in a park along the river. Ludmilla enters slowly left, as if her every step is painful. She seats herself on a bench. She wears a leather jacket over a pair of workman’s pants. Nikita enters a moment later. He wears denims with a flaming red tie. His step is brisk, he almost runs across the stage to her.)

Nikita

Ah, Ludmilla, how bad is it?

Ludmilla

(She rises painfully. He presses her to sit back on the bench.) I endure, but what am I to do?

 

Nikita

Let me look at that eye! Oo-u-f! What about the rest?

Ludmilla

Oh, he’s an expert, all right. My legs are all purple and yellow. I am heavily sedated.

Nikita

When did this happen?

Ludmilla

Day before yesterday. After I was dropped off.

Nikita

What did he say?

Ludmilla

Oh, the usual. He called me a whore and a tramp. He punched me in the face. The dentist said I am lucky to save my teeth on the left side.

Nikita

(Shaking his head.) I heard rumors he gives beatings personally.

Ludmilla                                                                                                                                   

Not rumors! When you see my body you may not want your Ludmilla any longer. He flies into an absolute rage….his eyes bulge…he becomes, I don’t know what.  I am very very frightened of him now.

Nikita

If you can, try not to show your fear.

Ludmilla

I’m further away from him than ever. We don’t play our intimate games any more. He just forces me to do his bidding and pushes me away when he’s done his business.

Nikita

We must make an end of this.

Ludmilla

Oh, easy for you to say. I am living with a twisted mind, yet I can’t run to the police or a judge for relief, and he won’t divorce.

Nikita

You sounded him out?

Ludmilla

He beat me for bringing it up.

Nikita

Time to get out.

Ludmilla

(Stamps her foot.) No! No! Don’t you speak of it to me. I will never set foot outside Moscow as long as he holds Sonia hostage. Can you imagine what he is inflicting on her?

Nikita

I’m truly sorry about that.                                                                                                                       

Ludmilla

Sorry isn’t good enough.

Nikita

I’ve talked to Stalin.

Ludmilla

And?

Nikita

He has given orders to go easy on her.

Ludmilla

There is no easy down there and you know it. Did you demand her release?

 

Nikita

No one can make demands on him. He says he’s spoken to Beria and Beria has told Ivan not to be rough with her. Have you… reminded Ivan of her case?

Ludmilla

What case? Her crime is she spoke with me in your behalf, and don’t you ever forget who asked her.  Ivan has no boundaries. The last time I brought it up, he took that rubber tool of his and struck me on the back with it. I screamed at him, “Go ahead! Do to me what you are doing to her. Go ahead! Spare nothing! Give me measure for measure!”

Nikita

Across the border, our little dacha has got a rose garden. Just this time of year they are planting.

Ludmilla

(Sadly) Nikita, are you mad as well? Am I supposed to plant roses with Sonia fifty meters under Lubiyanka Square? I am on the edge, Nikita. I don’t trust myself not to go over.

Nikita                                                                                                               

You must be resolved to hang on. Certain changes are coming.  Stalin hasn’t got much longer to go.

Ludmilla

Oh, fine! So all of suffering Russia has to wait for Stalin to die because not one of you has the balls to kill him. You especially, with all the speculation you will replace him. I know how powerful you are yet you don’t confront him. I spit in your face. (She spits. Nikita remains calm. He wipes his cheek with his index finger and rubs it across his lips. Enraged, Ludmilla slaps him.) Do something, damnit! (She grabs his lapels and starts to shake him. He only pulls her close to him and embraces her, whereupon she goes limp, allowing him. As she cries, Nikita kisses her tears away.)

Nikita

Shush! Shush! If I could kill him today, I would. Only he is heavily guarded and they would kill me first and all my dreams of reform would die with me. I know how you feel. So many of my  comrades who fought valiantly against Hitler, have been brutalized.

 

Ludmilla

Ivan is squeezing the life out of Sonia down there.

Nikita

I need only a little more time…a few months. I promise you. I will stop the executions. I will empty the Gulags. I will tear down the Lubiyanka stone by stone.

Ludmilla

(Sadly) Tomorrow will be too late for Sonia. I feel it in my heart. I feel she is calling me, she is telling me, “Ludmilla, I don’t have long to go. They are doing the unspeakable.” (Beat) Why don’t you arrange for me to meet Stalin privately? I’ll give him anything he wants. I’ll make him forget that masseuse he’s got, what’s her name, the girl from Paris that wears the black mesh hosiery. (Ivan shakes his head.) No? Why not? There’s nobody better at it than Ivan’s whore.

Nikita

Go home and pack.

Ludmilla                                                                                                                                                      

Get Sonia out and we all leave together. I’ll pack but I don’t leave until then.

Nikita

I will get her out.

Ludmilla

You have a plan…now?

Nikita

This is the last time Ivan Ivanovich is going to beat you.

Ludmilla

Your plan.

Nikita

Shortly after he arrives home tonight I’ll pay you a visit.

 

Ludmilla

So…we confront him together?

Nikita

Let me handle him. Ah, do you know for a fact if he keeps a gun in the house?

Ludmilla

Yes, in his top dresser drawer there’s a revolver under a pile of socks. It’s loaded, too. I opened the chamber and saw the bullets.(Beat) I’m so hypocritical, aren’t I? (Nikita looks puzzled)

Nikita

Wha-?

Ludmilla

Here I ask why not one of you has the courage to kill Stalin when all I have to do is take the revolver and push it in his fat face and squeeze the trigger.

Nikita                                                                                                                                              

Don’t you involve yourself. When you get home, carefully remove the bullets from the chamber and leave the gun where it is.  (Ludmilla nods) Can I give you a ride home?

Ludmilla

I’d like to walk on the boulevard. It’s restful. (She turns her cheek so he can kiss it. He understands she won’t let him kiss her on the mouth. Still, he tries to make it more than a perfunctory kiss. She doesn’t let him.)

Nikita

Until tonight.

(Ludmilla just nods, turns, and walks off. Nikita watches her leave, then turns to the audience.)

Up until now, she has never faced true misery in her life. Living with that jackal she had to participate in his perversions but nothing more. The beatings elevate matters to another level. She only suspects it but, in fact, Ivan has killed thousands, personally, and he is quite capable of killing Ludmilla. In a country where the laws are enforced, a man like Ivan is compelled to control himself. But we have sunk so low in our time the laws are mere pieces of paper men like Ivan use to wipe their ass. That’s why they can beat the life out of Sonia down there. Ludmilla can’t even begin to guess at it.

(Nikita turns and walks out.)

Blackout

 

                                                                                                           

ACT FOUR

Set: Living room, same as Act One.

Time:  Late in the evening of the same day.

(Ludmilla sit in an armchair reading a magazine. Ivan emerges from a bedroom.)

Ivan

So, I come home from a hard day’s work at-

Ludmilla

The abatoir

Ivan

The office—

Ludmilla

The insane asylum-

Ivan

The office…and what do I find?

Ludmilla

Not a single dead body in the whole apartment. Fancy that!

Ivan

What I find is you have a bag packed for a trip. Look at me!

Ludmilla

After what you’ve been dealing with all day, my packed suitcase is hardly a crime.  A wife is going to leave her husband. It happens a thousand times a day. It’s not murder, and yet you’re angry as if it was. Have a drink!

Ivan

I will. Will you join me?

Ludmilla                                                                                                                                                      

Sure,

(Ivan fills two glasses from a vodka bottle, hands one to Ludmilla.)

Ivan

Let’s toast: to each other.

Ludmilla

All right. (They drink.)

Ivan

You have a flimsy nightgown in your bag, and (withdrawing it from his pocket) a diaphragm.

Ludmilla

(Caustic) Ivan! I never dreamed you, of all people, would look through your own wife’s valise.

Ivan

Who fitted this? Tell me.

Ludmilla

Why, so you can arrest her? She is a friendly Soviet doctor. By the way, she says she has an open marriage. She has her friends, her husband has his. Relaxed, happy. It’s fairly common.

Ivan

Such boldness tonight. I may have to teach you another lesson.

 

Ludmilla

Why is it, when a lunatic wants to punish somebody, he calls it “teaching them a lesson,” as if he was opening a school for wayward boys?

Ivan

I could lock you up right now.

Ludmilla                                                                                                                          

Then who will give baby his bottle and his massage? I still have rather attractive hands, don’t you think? In Shanghai and Tokyo they love white Russian women. I’m quite decadent enough to open a massage parlor.

Ivan

Do you ever listen to your own crazy talk? There’s no place you can hide from us.

(Door chime.)

Ah, you’re all set to run off with Nikita.

Ludmilla

I’ve been reading this article (holds up magazine) all about what he did at Stalingrad. Very impressive.  I’ll bet you were a thousand miles from the front.

Ivan

Two thousand, actually.  (Door chimes again)

Ludmilla

Oh, let him in.  All he wants is some man-to-man talk.

(Ivan goes to the door. With a toss of his head, yet not looking Nikita directly in the face, Ivan motions for him to enter.)

Nikita

Thank you, Ivan. (Nods)  Ludmilla.  (Nikita and Ivan start to shake hands, then stop.)

Ludmilla

Hello, Nikita.

 

Nikita

So, Ivan, are you going to offer me a drink?

Ivan

You need one, eh?

(Ivan pours out three glasses and passes them around.)                                                              

Nikita

Yes, I do. (Drinks) Ah-h-h! We may have been short bullets at the front, but before every attack there was plenty of this to go around.

Ivan

If you’re here to take my wife, forget it. I give no divorce and kidnapping her is a crime.

Nikita

 I hear you’re quite an authority on the subject.

Ivan

I tell you flat out, Comrade hero of the Soviet Union, you can’t have her.

Nikita

Since you bring up the Soviet Union, under our law she is a free woman.

Ivan

Not free to wrap her legs around you.

Nikita

You know, Ivan, Stalin himself tells me I am next in line.

Ivan

He’s told ten of you the same lying shit.

 

 

Nikita

There’s a consensus among us at the top. Molotov doesn’t want it. Your boss is hated. (Shrugs)  So I’m next. (Pointing his finger at Ivan.) And when I do assume authority, your agency, especially, is one that could stand a little reform.

Ivan

Tomorrow is not today.

Nikita                                                                                                   

I think you need to think hard about tomorrow.

Ludmilla

Let’s go. (To Ivan) We are leaving.

Ivan

Leave if you like but if you say goodbye Ivan, you will also be saying goodbye Sonia.

Nikita   

I have spoken to Stalin. She is not to be harmed.

Ivan

God forbid! But mistakes do happen. Stalin is singing songs tonight in the Kremlin. I’ll be  attending to serious business in the Lubiyanka.

Nikita

Let me take her off your hands. Be done with her. Be done with us. Give the word.

Ivan

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. There are official procedures. Her trial is not scheduled until July. The judges’ calendars are crowded.  I just couldn’t let her go even if I wanted to.

Nikita

(To Ludmilla) Come on.

 

Ivan

You walk out with him, and I will deliver your news to Sonia in person.

Ludmilla

Ivan, for your own sake, start over again with a fresh partner. And…can’t you find it in your heart to show a little pity for Sonia?

Nikita

(To Ludmilla) Come on.

Ivan                                                                                                                                    

Sonia will hear of it this very night, I promise you.

Ludmilla

A-I, Nikita! He means it.

Nikita

Tomorrow is coming, Ivan. Give it your best consideration. (Ivan shakes his head.) Let’s go.

Ivan

Go, but Sonia is finished.

Ludmilla

An innocent woman, Ivan. (Ivan shrugs.) Ivan, what if I stay here. Will you let Nikita go pick up Sonia?

Nikita

Ludmilla!

Ludmilla

Come on, Ivan. Let Nikita have her or I am out the door with him for good.

Ivan

Of course, it is within my power to grant her an emergency parole. (Beat) How do I know that you won’t run off tomorrow?

Ludmilla

I give you my word. (Nikita shakes his head, unbelieving at the turn of events.)

Ivan

Ah, I have it. (To Ludmilla) Sonia goes free but she cannot leave Moscow. If she does, I’ll put you in the Lubiyanka.

Ludmilla

Oh, Ivan, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you!

Ivan                                                                                                                                   

Actually, I have had my doubts all along Sonia was spying for the Americans. So, Nikita can take her. Agreed?

Ludmilla

Agreed.

Nikita

(To Ludmilla) Are you sure? For all we know Sonia is dead.

Ivan

No! No! No! On the contrary, she is very much alive. In fact, you can pick her up now. Yes, go right now!  (Nikita and Ludmilla exchange glances. Ludmilla nods. Ivan picks up a telephone, speaking loudly.) Vassily, Ivan here. The Sonia prisoner, yes, that one. Get her ready for exit. Yes, immediately. (Beat) Well, toss a blanket around her. Oh, comrade Nikita himself will pick her up in a few minutes. Release her to his custody. (Beat) Never mind the rules. I’ll take care of Beria. (Hangs up.) So, is everybody satisfied?

Nikita

Ludmilla?

(Ludmilla nods, cries.)

Ivan

See, Nikita, the pure heart of a girl. She is crying tears of joy for her friend.

 

Nikita

Like it or not, Ivan Ivanovich, change is coming. Until then, how you treat this woman is a matter of deep, personal concern to me.

Ivan

Go make your pickup before I change my mind.

Nikita

Goodnight, Ludmilla

Ludmilla

Goodnight, Nikita. Tell Sonia, for me… (Ludmilla cries and cannot complete her thought. Nikita nods, exits. The door chimes the theme from the Pathetique. Ludmilla stands dumbly before Ivan. They stare at each other for perhaps a half minute.)

Ivan

Well, aren’t you at least going to thank me?

Ludmilla

I thank you, Ivan. I really do. You have a truly(spits it out) generous soul.

Ivan

See, there is a loving side to me.

Ludmilla

Yes. Ivan, but I am so very tired, I must rest.

Ivan

I’m thinking of turning in as well. Days like these, I think we could all use a little…comforting. Ah, why not make yourself up like Celeste tonight? For the sake of your Ivan, who does truly love you, I think I’d like you to wear that lovely blouse with the pale blue flowers.

Ludmilla

I will Ivan. I want…to….please you….Just let me lie down for a few minutes. I am so…unbelievably exhuasted, you know? (Ludmilla turns and trudges off toward the bedroom. Ivan calls after her.)

Ivan

Oh, as for the loaded pistol in the drawer, don’t think of doing yourself in. You’re upset and depressed right now, so you might not be thinking clearly. If you were to turn it against yourself, though, Sonia would hear of it promptly, and she would be very very unhappy.

Ludmilla

Of course, you’re right, Ivan. You think of everything, don’t you. Now, please, I am so tired. (cries) Ivan, my husband, you don’t know how tired I am.

Ivan

Very well. Rest a bit. (Angrily)  But next time you have an affair I may not be so forgiving! You understand me? (Ludmilla exits into the bedroom. Ivan shouts after her.)  I said, do you understand me? (Ivan turns and looks at the audience, shaking his head) Do you see what I must put up with? Honestly! It’s too much!

 Blackout

The End

(For information concerning production of this play, contact Sherwood Ross, Suite 403, 102 S.W. 6th Avenue, Miami, FL 33130. Or sherwoodr1@yahoo.com)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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