Your scarf? There it is. But I won’t give it to you. Sit down; you have nothing to do there.
Let me have it.
No, sit down, sit down. It’s too late now anyway.
Yes, too late. Don’t you hear the noise the crowd is making and the way they are running and pushing?
I’ll run, I’ll run.
Keep still—sit down. (Forces her to sit down) Tony, did you hear? They’ve exploded God.
TONY (looking at Savva’s face in terror)
Savva, don’t make me laugh. Turn your face away.
[Savva smiles and walks around the room with buoyant step, without his usual stoop.
What is it? Speak louder.
Is it, really true?
And doesn’t He really exist?
He does not.
[Lipa begins to cry, at first low, then more and more loudly. The sound of the ringing bells and the noise of the crowd continue to swell. The rolling and clatter of wagons is also heard.
They are running. My, how they are running! (Lipa says something, but her words are inaudible) Louder. I can’t hear you. My, how they are ringing.
Kill, me, Savva.
Why? You’ll die anyhow.
I can’t wait. I’ll kill myself.
Go ahead, kill yourself, kill yourself quick!
[Lipa cries, burying her head in the armchair Tony, his face distorted with fear, looks at Savva, holding both his hands in readiness at his mouth. Loud peals of the bell. The disquieting sound blends with the loud tone of Savva’s speech.
Ah! They are ringing. Ring on! Ring on! Soon the whole earth will ring. I hear! I hear! I see your cities burning! I see the flames. I hear the crackling. I see the houses tumbling on your heads. There is no place to run to. No refuge! No refuge! Fire everywhere. The churches are burning. The factories are burning. The boilers are bursting. An end to all slavish toil!