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Scene 8

One year later. July. Evening.

Frolov and Co. Law Office.

Marina and Frolov come in through a side door. Marina adjusts her clothes. A few buttons on Frolov’s shirt are undone.

Marina. I’ll do a new painting for your library. And we should get a comfier sofa.

Frolov gets a bottle of cold champagne and fills the glasses.

Frolov. What painting? Are you talking about Anna’s portrait?

Marina. Oh no. That painting is gonna stay right there. I want her to watch.

Frolov. Here’s to you. To your second birthday.

Marina. To us. I am grateful to you, Igor, for being by my side. I would never get out of this hell without you.

Frolov. We must thank the doctors. They put you back to your feet.

They drink champagne. Marina kisses Frolov.

Marina. Pour me some more.

Frolov. [Filling the glasses.] We’re gonna get chubby!

Marina. Are you kidding?!

Frolov. To our success.

Marina. We drink to those who love us, we drink to those who don’t. We drink to those who fuck us, and fuck those who don’t!

They drink

Frolov. Speaking of… Your husband… Are you sure you want to go all the way?

Marina. I’ll bury him. And you will help me do it.

Frolov. I admire your ability to defend your interests. As for Sergey… He never learns from his experience.

Marina. I want this drunkard to drop dead!

Frolov. There, there, my love. You are going to take away everything he has, turn him into the street. Isn’t it enough?

Marina. I don’t know what «enough» means! Take what you can. Give nothing back. That’s a rule of thumb. When are you filing for divorce?

Frolov. It’s out of the question.

Marina. Igor, look me in the eye. You are mine, and I am yours.

Pause.

Frolov. Anna is still not quite recovered after giving birth…

Marina. You will do exactly as I say.

Frolov. Why do you hate her so much? I thought you were friends.

Marina. It’s personal.

Frolov. Alright, let your psychiatrist deal with it.

Scene 9

Five months later. December. Daytime.

New Year’s concert in the variety theater.

Anna Sokolova’s Dancing Group performance.

A dressing room. Anna and Frolov appear. Anna is wearing a gala dress, and Frolov is holding a large bouquet.

Frolov. Anna! What a great performance! You were fantastic! [He takes a card out of the bouquet, looks at it, and then hands it over to Anna.] Congratulations from the governor himself.

Anna takes the card and puts it on a coffee table without looking.

Anna. Thank you, Igor.

Pause.

Anna. I’m tired.

Frolov. You alright?

Anna. I’m fine.

Frolov. The governor invited us to dinner.

Anna. Let’s go home, darling, and have a family dinner with the children.

Frolov. Anna, we agreed to spend this evening together.

Anna. As you wish.

Frolov. I need to settle something important with the governor. And to run our relocation to Moscow by him, among other things.

Anna. Did you actually resolve to do it?

Frolov. Yes, I’m ready.

Anna. We’ll be better off in Moscow, Igor.

Frolov. Yes, it’s settled. We are moving to Moscow.

Anna. Thank you, honey.

Frolov. I’ll be back soon, darling. Get some rest. We are going to drop in at our place to change. Dinner at eight.

Frolov leaves. Anna walks up to the coffee table. There is a lovely flower basket on it. She spots a card, takes it, and reads it. There is a knock on the door. Marina comes in. She is holding a bottle of champagne and a pretty wrapped parcel.

Marina. May I? Hi, Anna!

Anna. Hi, Marina! I didn’t expect to see you.

Marina. Happy upcoming New Year! Here you are. [She hands out the parcel.]

Anna. Thank you so much, Marina. But I don’t have anything for you.

Marina. It’s fine, my dear friend. What a show! Bellissimo! Your girls were fantastic but you are a real goddess!

Anna. I feel awkward. Thank you.

Marina. We must celebrate! Champagne!

Anna. With pleasure. I’ve got glasses somewhere in here… Where are they? Here, found them! Marina, could you wait a few minutes? I need to change and freshen up a bit.

Marina. Take your time, darling.

Anna leaves. There is a sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Marina sets the glasses on the table and drops a white powder into one of them. Then she pops the champagne open and fills the glasses. Anna comes back. She looks fresh and beautiful.

Marina. You look lovely, Anna. There was this deputy – Lenka’s ex-boyfriend, by the way… He was risking his neck during your performance, gawking at you!

Anna. How’s Lenka? I’ve heard the rumors about her man.

Marina. He got caught when taking a bribe, poor fish. Such a storyteller! He promised her the world, promised to marry her! He was caught in the act in a restaurant in Moscow. But Lenka already found another one. Take the glass, my dear friend. Drink up.

Anna. May everything go well! Happy New Year, Marina.

Marina. Happy new us. Here is to staying positive and testing negative!

They clink glasses and drink.

Marina. Bottoms up, bottoms up, to our success!

Anna. I feel dizzy.

Marina. Word on the street is that you are going to play the leading lady in a Moscow musical theater.

Anna. It’s true. Igor and I are moving to Moscow after the holidays.

Marina. So your flat in Moscow came useful after all. What about the kids? The dancing school?

Anna. We are bringing the kids with us, clearly. A branch of my school will still be here. As for Frolov’s business, he’s going to do better in Moscow.

Marina. Right. Good lawyers are in demand everywhere, and good men are all the more.

Well, I have to go now. Are we good?

Anna. We are good.

Marina hugs Anna

Marina. Well, that’s a relief.

Anna. It’s true. I feel at ease and light-hearted. Thank you.

Marina. Alright, I’m out of here. See you later at dinner.

Anna. See you there.

Marina leaves. Anna comes up to the table, pours herself some water from a pitcher, and drinks it. She’s clearly unwell. There’s a knock at the door.

Anna. Come in.

Sergey appears

Sergey. Hello, Anna.

Anna. Hello, Sergey. I got your note.

Sergey. I was waiting around the corner. I saw Marina and I didn’t want to get near her. Are you unwell? You are so pale.

Anna. I’m fine, just a bit hot.

Pause.

Sergey. I came to say goodbye.

Anna. Are you leaving?

Sergey. There is nothing to keep me here. Marina left me nothing after the divorce. Thanks to our lawyer!

Anna. Igor is not a bad person…

Sergey. I know, it’s his job. He’s the best man in his field.

Anna. Where are you going?

Sergey. To the backcountry, to the wilderness! Just saying, no worries. I’m going to France, to my brother. One of my students offered me a job there.

Anna. [Approaches the coffee table and takes the card from the flower basket.] «I see a golden lily in my sleep, the golden lily longs for me and weeps…»

Sergey. I wrote this poem while staying in a psychiatric hospital.

Pause.

Anna. Don’t look at me this way.

Sergey. Don’t be so beautiful then!

Anna and Sergey laugh.

Sergey. You have Terpsichore’s eyes. You are my muse. I will catch a beam of sunlight and give it the shape of the royal golden lily. Fleur de Lys!

Anna. Good luck, Sergey.

Sergey. Goodbye, Anna. [He heads for the door.]

Anna. Sergey!

Pause.

Anna. I still owe you a kiss.

Anna approaches Sergey and kisses him. Frolov appears.

Frolov. Sorry for interrupting.

Anna. It’s alright, we are done already.

Frolov. Hi, Sergey.

Sergey. Hi yourself. Goodbye, Anna.

Sergey heads for the door. Frolov opens the door for him, and at this very moment, Anna faints and falls. Sergey rushes to her.

Sergey. Anna!

Anna. Sergey…

Frolov. [He opens the door and shouts.] We need a doctor! Someone call an ambulance, now! It’s an emergency!

Sergey. I love you, Anna. I always did, since I first met her. I want you to remember, always, that I love you!

Anna dies in Sergey’s arms.

Sergey. [To Frolov.] It’s you. You and Marina killed her! I always knew you were lovers! I hate you both!

Frolov. What the hell are you talking about? Are you mad? You have no right… You have no proof! [He shouts.] You’re a madman!

Scene 10

Seven months later. July. Late in the evening. Fleur de Lys Art Studio.

Frolov is switching radio channels.

…the heat in the city will be replaced by squalls and hailstorms… the authorities have announced a storm advisory…

Another channel.

…thousands of pilgrims from all over the country will take part in the Cross Procession… after serving the Divine Liturgy, the believers will begin their journey to the monastery…

Another channel.

…the US dollar exchange rate strengthened by 69 kopecks and now amounts to 90 rubles 75 kopecks…

Another channel.

Music is playing.

Marina comes out of the study.

Marina. Where did you see my ex again?

Frolov. Sergey is tending the winter garden in the city park. The beat cop said that he struggled to find a job after the nervous breakdown but there are some good people in this world.

Marina. A gardener then. I wish he’d go to hell.

Frolov takes a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket, pops it open, and fills the glasses.

Marina. Let’s drink to our engagement, Igor.

Frolov. To our bright future!

Outside the windows, there is a flash of lightning, the thunder rumbles in the distance, and it starts to pour.

Frolov. It’s Kupala Night. You aren’t a witch, are you?

Marina. Maybe. [She kisses Frolov.]

Frolov. You stole my heart and now you’re taking my soul.

Marina. I always get what I want. Take what you can. Give nothing back. That’s a rule of thumb.

Frolov. I am yours, and you are mine.