ACT 4
The incident takes place in Mashadi
Ibad's apartment. The Wedding Party is on. The
chieftain Askar is sitting at the head as a «king». The present
people on the stage are: Hasangulu bey, Rza bey, Hasan bey
and others. The curtain rises. A girl dances «lezginka».
Then she leaves.
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| Askar: |
I order the tar musician to play «Roze»
and let Hasangulu bey dance! |
| Hasangulu bey |
(gets up). Your
Excellency, by God I can not dance, excuse me! |
Askar:
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Take him to the middle of the room
and whip him once or twice!
(The servants make Hasangulu
bey dance). Then with the same decision Rza bey dances. Call
Mashadi Ibad! There is such a saying: «If the bey dances in his
wedding the living will be cheap and abundant. (Mashadi Ibad
is led from another room. He dances «Mirzeyi» folk dance).
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Mashadi Ibad
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(enters)The Turks
have a proverb: They say, every beauty should have a trouble.
When guests were sitting in this room, I thought for a long time
in the neighbor room what my handicap was? Finally I realized
that if I even had a frawback, then it was my purity. Of course,
it's a point of a great nicety, but in reality, it's quite so.
If I had any insufficiency, people would say, never mind, each
beauty should have a trouble. But I don't have any. That's why
people tell me nothing. That's the point after all! However, the
nicer the girl is, the dearer she costs for me: 5000 manats I
gave to Rustam bey and for wedding expenditures, 500 manats -
to Hasangulu bey as a bribe, hundred manats - to Rza bey, 50 manats
- to Hasan bey, an "abbasi" [2- hryvnya] - to the porter
for his service. Oh, it's better not to calculate. Otherwise I'll
get mad. By the way, I have dressed not bad!... (He looks
around himself turning to see his back and then he sits down).
So I 'll wait for the girl coming. And what is going to happen
further, we'll see. (He croons in a low voice as if inwardly):
How nice is to see the face of beloved one night!
With wine and candies in the candle light!
Let the girl come, but I'm afraid she will not have patience to
stay at home. Because she grew up in such a luxurious house, (angrily)
But how will she dare! By God, since today I'll buy a big
lock. When I leave for my shop in the morning I'll lock the door
and I'll take the key with me. Let her stay at home till the evening
and get used; The windows will be nailed with planks. If she gets
spoilt I'll beat her, because if she is not beaten she will be
spoiled. The more thrashing she gets, the more she will love her
husband. Before I had tested it for many times. One day I hung
one on deceased Sona such a way that she couldn't breathe during
2 hours; That's why since that incident when she saw me, she would
always smile. Once I slapped late Parsad so furiosly that she
lost one of her teeth. That's why after it she didn't rise up
against me any more. Only the apostate's daughter Gulkhanum could
run away when I gave her such a bastinado! And if this wife also
gets spoilt she will get her share. (He shows a fist. At this
moment from behind is heard. "Allah", "allah",
zurna plays). Wow! The fiance is coming, I must go!
(He leaves for another room. The fiance is brought. Sanam
also enters the room with the fiance). |
| Somebody: |
Now, come out! Sanam, you also come to this room. |
All go out, the fiance
is left alone.
Music
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Mashadi Ibad
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(enters): I am, however,
old, I can be worth
To thousands of young handsome fellows.
I am not used to eat junk food.
I do not use to say bad for good.
I sacrifice for my ladylove.
My goods, my money, and my soul.
Come to me, oh, my beloved!
Come to me, oh, my ladylove!
Come to me, oh, my sweatheart!
Come, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, come!
I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, come!
Oh, my ladylove, please, come to me,
I sacrifice for my ladylove,
I sacrifice for my beloved
My goods, my money, and my soul.
Come to me, oh my beloved!
Come to me, oh, my ladylove!
Come to me, oh, my sweatheart!
Come, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, come!
I beg you, I beg you, I beg you, come!
(sing). Khanum,
hey, Khanum, please take off your Chadra. May I make a self-devotion
to you! |
| Instead of the bride Sarvar unvails
the chadra. He directs the cigar at Mashadi
Ibad like a revolver.
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| Mashadi Ibad: |
Wow! (He cries and falls). |
| Sarvar: |
If you utter a sound
I 11 shoot a bullet on your head. Hurry up, take a sheet of paper
and a pen! |
| Mashadi Ibad |
(in a fear).
Oh, let me look for it! (comes up the table and takes
a paper). O-o-oh...What must I do? |
| Sarvar: |
Take a
seat and write what I say! Be quick, otherwise I’ll shoot! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
Here... I'm writi-i-i-i...ing. By God,
I'm writi-i-i-i-i....ing, just now..! |
| Sarvar: Write! |
(He dictates loudly). I am
Mashadi Ibad Karbalayi Khojaverdi Khan oghlu... |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
Wow!... Even he knows
my father's name! |
| Sarvar: |
Don't speak, do write! Otherwise I'll
fire! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
By God, I am not speaking, I'm writing...
Then?.. |
| Sarvar: |
I don't want to marry
Rustam bey's daughter Gulnaz Khanim. |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
But I do want... |
| Sarvar |
(angrily). Write, "I
don't want"! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
All right, "I don't want!" |
| Sarvar: |
And I ask to break
off our marriage! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
Who asks it? |
| Sarvar: |
Write what I say, otherwise I'll make
dust of your brain! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
I'm writing, then? |
| Sarvar: |
And instead of her, I'll marry her
servant Sanam! Have you written? |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
Yes, I have... |
| Sarvar: |
Now put your signature! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
Wow!.. But what about my money?.. |
| Sarvar: |
Sign it! Or I'll blow you up (he
makes him sign) Don't move now! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
I don't move. |
| Sarvar: |
Don't speak! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
I don't speak. |
Sarvar goes back and
leads Sanam in. |
| Sarvar: |
Look, she is your wife. (He
goes back). Now don't move! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
I don't move. |
| Sarvar: |
Don't speak! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
I don't speak |
Sarvar turns back and
runs quickly.
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Mashadi Ibad
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(screams).
Hey, catch him! Don't let him run away! Hurry up, he escaped!
Oh, see, what has happened with me, oh, catch him, oh, don't let
him run!... |
The crowd enters the
room and all are in panics |
| Hasangulu bey: |
I say, my man! Do calm down and talk
to me what has happened, Mashadi? |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
My man, when you brought the fiance
didn't you check out, whether it was a male or female? |
| All: |
What a strange word you say, Mashadi!
Certainly, the bride must be a woman! |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
But this bride turned to be a man.
Rustam bey robbed me, he sent me a man instead of a girl, and
he also escaped. |
| All: |
Wow!.. How did he act?! How did he
dare to deceive the man?! |
| Someone: |
But what should be done? What to
be done? |
| Hasangulu bey: |
Mashadi, give me 50 manats, and I'll
lead here the governor himself! Are you pleased? |
| Mashadi Ibad |
(as a sick man). No... |
| Rza bey: |
Mashadi, give me 20 manats, I'll disgrace
Rustam bey in my newspaper, are you agree? |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
No... |
| Askar: |
Mashadi, give me 30 manats, now I'll
go and shoot a bullet in Rustam bey's head. Will you? |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
No... |
| All: |
But what to be done? |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
(He shows Sanam). Go and
ask Gazi to marry me to this woman! |
All:
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Oh, that's a good idea. It's just
what to be done: if not that one, let it be this one! She's not
quite bad, either. |
Music
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All sing:
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Let's go and ask our Gazi to give
Mashadi and Sanam in marriage (2)
(all appeal to Sanam). You will be a wife to Mashadi!
Are you agree? |
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| Sanam: |
Yes! Yes! |
| All |
(All appeal to Sanam). Are
you agree? |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
Yes! Yes! |
| All: |
Are you agree? |
| Mashadi Ibad, Sanam: |
Yes! Yes! |
| All: |
So, let's go then! Let's wed them! |
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Mashadi Ibad: So go and say to Gazi,
let him marry me to her (2) (he appeals to Sanam): You
will become my wife. Are you agree? |
| Sanam: |
Yes! Yes! |
| All: |
So, let's go then! Let's marry them
off! |
At the moment the back
curtain of the stage rises, Sarvar and Gulnaz are standing on
the top. The tar plays:
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Sarvar
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(sings a bayati - Gajar)
I suffered greatly, however, I achieved your love!
One who is a genuin ashig, he'll sacrifice himself to beloved! |
| Gulnaz: |
Love can't be hidden, it becomes
evident after all.
The loving soul falls a prey to his beloved, is obvious to all.
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All:
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(appeal to Mashadi Ibad):
You are old girl is young,
You have no flame of real love.
Sarvar owned her honest love.
She has no desire to love you. (2) |
| Mashadi Ibad: |
Come to me, oh, my wife, come to
me! (2)
Oh, come to me and make me happy! |
All:
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You gave your money Mashdi Ibad!
You owned only a widow wife.
However don't grieve old man,
Not that one, let it be this woman! |
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