Tony and Speransky talk in whispers. A prolonged pause follows the rise of the curtain._
TONY (bending over to Speransky, mysteriously)
So you say it is possible we do not exist, eh?
SPERANSKY (in the same manner)
As I have already stated, it is doubtful, extremely doubtful. There is very good reason to suppose that we really do not exist—that we don’t exist at all.
And you are not, and I am not.
And you are not, and I am not. No one is. (Pause)
TONY (looking around, mysteriously)
Where are we then?
That’s something no one can tell. No one knows, Anthony.
TONY (glancing around)
Doesn’t Savva know?
No, Savva doesn’t know either.
Savva knows everything.
But even he doesn’t know that.
TONY (threatening with his finger)
Keep still, keep still! (Both look around and are silent)
Where are they going, eh?
To the elevation of the ikon. To-morrow is a feast-day—the day of raising the ikon.
No, I mean where are they really going—really—don’t you understand?
I do. It isn’t known. No one knows, Anthony.
Hush! (Makes a funny grimace, closes his mouth with his hand and leans on it)
SPERANSKY (in a whisper)
What’s the matter?
Keep quiet, keep quiet. Listen. (Both are listening)
TONY (in whisper)
Those are faces.
It’s faces that are going. A lot of faces—can’t you see them?