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pipe？ Call me what instrument you will； though you can fret me；
you cannot play upon me！〃 ＇laughs and clasps＇ Bravo！ Encore！
Bravo！ Where the devil is there any old age in that？ I'm not old；
that is all nonsense； a torrent of strength rushes over me； this
is life； freshness； youth！ Old age and genius can't exist
together。 You seem to be struck dumb； Nikitushka。 Wait a second；
let me come to my senses again。 Oh！ Good Lord！ Now then； listen！
Did you ever hear such tenderness； such music？ Sh！ Softly；
〃The moon had set。 There was not any light；
Save of the lonely legion'd watch…stars pale
In outer air； and what by fits made bright
Hot oleanders in a rosy vale
Searched by the lamping fly； whose little spark
Went in and out； like passion's bashful hope。〃
＇The noise of opening doors is heard＇ What's that？
IVANITCH。 There are Petrushka and Yegorka coming back。 Yes； you
have genius； genius； my master。
SVIETLOVIDOFF。 ＇Calls； turning toward the noise＇ Come here to me；
boys！ ＇To IVANITCH＇ Let us go and get dressed。 I'm not old！ All
that is foolishness； nonsense！ ＇laughs gaily＇ What are you crying
for？ You poor old granny； you； what's the matter now？ This won't
do！ There； there； this won't do at all！ Come； come； old man；
don't stare so！ What makes you stare like that？ There； there！
＇Embraces him in tears＇ Don't cry！ Where there is art and genius
there can never be such things as old age or loneliness or
sickness 。 。 。 and death itself is half 。 。 。 ＇Weeps＇ No； no；
Nikitushka！ It is all over for us now！ What sort of a genius am
I？ I'm like a squeezed lemon； a cracked bottle； and youyou are
the old rat of the theatre 。 。 。 a prompter！ Come on！ ＇They go＇
I'm no genius； I'm only fit to be in the suite of Fortinbras； and
even for that I am too old。。。。 Yes。。。。 Do you remember those
lines from Othello； Nikitushka？
〃Farewell the tranquil mind！ Farewell content！
Farewell the plumed troops and the big wars
That make ambition virtue！ O farewell！
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump；
The spirit…stirring drum； the ear…piercing fife；
The royal banner； and all quality；
Pride； pomp and circumstance of glorious war！〃
IVANITCH。 Oh！ You're a genius； a genius！
SVIETLOVIDOFF。 And again this：
〃Away！ the moor is dark beneath the moon；
Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even：
Away！ the gathering winds will call the darkness soon；
And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven。〃
They go out together； the curtain falls slowly。
End