Armenian Literature eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 179 pages of information about Armenian Literature.

CHACHO.  Who would have believed that this Barssegh would have worked himself up like that!  Yet God be praised!  Perhaps it is the times that bring it about.  Yesterday or the day before he was a shop-boy at Basaschoma,[39] and now!  I can picture him as he was then!  He wore a tschocha[40] of green camelot with a narrow purple belt.  The wadding stuck out at his elbows and his boots were mended in four places.  Great piles of goods were loaded on the poor devil’s shoulders.  Many a time, with the yardstick in one hand, he came to our houses with whole pieces of calico and got a few pennies from us for his trouble.  And now he is a man of some importance!  Many’s the time we gave him a cuff and sent him back and forth with his goods.  And, Salome, do you know that he lied?  God save us from such lies!  But what could he do?  One would die of hunger, to be sure, if one always told the truth.

[39] A bazaar in Tiflis.

[40] A long overcoat.

SALOME.  Yes, yes, dear aunt, it is the same Barssegh—­whom they all call
“Wassil Matwejitsch” now.

CHACHO.  What! have they turned Mathus, his father, into Matjewitsch?  Who is good enough for them now?  Many a time has the cobbler, Mathus, mended my shoes.  His workshop was in the Norasch quarter.  O good heavens, the world is upside down!

SCENE II

NATO [entering at right].  Mamma!  O aunt, are you here, too?
                    [Hugs her and kisses her.

CHACHO.  O my only treasure! [Kisses her.] How fresh and pretty you are!  Where are you going?  Are you going out when I have just come?

NATO.  What are you saying, dear aunt?  I will come back again immediately.  I am only going to make a few purchases at the bazaar. [Turning to Salome] Dear mamma——­
                    [They begin to speak together in a low tone.

CHACHO [aside].  Yes, yes, her father is right! [Aloud.] I will go and see what the children are doing [trying to rise].  Come here, you pretty rogue, and give me your hand.  I feel exhausted.
                    [Nato helps her.

SALOME [offering her hand].  Let me help you, too.

CHACHO.  May God give you health and a life as long as mine! [To Nato:] O my heart’s angel—­if only I have my wish and see you wear the bridal wreath!

SALOME.  God grant it, dear aunt!

CHACHO.  He will, he will, my child! [Going toward the entrance.] Good
heaven! how old I have grown!
                    [Goes out at the left.

SCENE III

NATO.  Don’t keep me waiting, mamma.

SALOME.  And won’t a little less satisfy you?  Why do you want so much all of a sudden?

NATO.  But, dear mamma, please; I want it so much!

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