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    612-822-4611

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The Power of Darkness

The Power of Darkness

Maude, Louise
Maude, Aylmer
Tolstoy, Leo

Paperback

Classic Fiction

ISBN10: 197766198X
ISBN13: 9781977661982
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: Oct 10 2017
Pages: 112
Weight: 0.35
Height: 0.23 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Extract: THE POWER OF DARKNESS ACT I The Act takes place in autumn in a large village. The Scene represents Peter's roomy hut. Peter is sitting on a wooden bench, mending a horse-collar. Anisya and Akoulina are spinning, and singing a part-song. PETER [looking out of the window] The horses have got loose again. If we don't look out they'll be killing the colt. Nikita! Hey, Nikita! Is the fellow deaf? [Listens. To the women] Shut up, one can't hear anything. NIKITA [from outside] What? PETER. Drive the horses in. NIKITA. We'll drive 'em in. All in good time. PETER [shaking his head] Ah, these labourers! If I were well, I'd not keep one on no account. There's nothing but bother with 'em. [Rises and sits down again] Nikita!... It's no good shouting. One of you'd better go. Go, Akoul, drive 'em in. AKOULINA. What? The horses? PETER. What else? AKOULINA. All right. [Exit]. PETER. Ah, but he's a loafer, that lad ... no good at all. Won't stir a finger if he can help it. ANISYA. You're so mighty brisk yourself. When you're not sprawling on the top of the oven you're squatting on the bench. To goad others to work is all you're fit for. PETER. If one weren't to goad you on a bit, one'd have no roof left over one's head before the year's out. Oh what people! ANISYA. You go shoving a dozen jobs on to one's shoulders, and then do nothing but scold. It's easy to lie on the oven and give orders. PETER [sighing] Oh, if 'twere not for this sickness that's got hold of me, I'd not keep him on another day. AKOULINA [off the scene] Gee up, gee, woo. [A colt neighs, the stamping of horses' feet and the creaking of the gate are heard]. PETER. Bragging, that's what he's good at. I'd like to sack him, I would indeed. ANISYA [mimicking him] Like to sack him. You buckle to yourself, and then talk. AKOULINA [enters] It's all I could do to drive 'em in. That piebald always will ... PETER. And where's Nikita? AKOULINA. Where's Nikita? Why, standing out there in the street. PETER. What's he standing there for? AKOULINA. What's he standing there for? He stands there jabbering. PETER. One can't get any sense out of her! Who's he jabbering with? AKOULINA [does not hear] Eh, what? Peter waves her off. She sits down to her spinning. NAN [running in to her mother] Nikita's father and mother have come. They're going to take him away. It's true! ANISYA. Nonsense!........

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