NATALIE But I want her to smell of me, and I want to smell of her—
NATASHA You smell like camellias …
NATALIE Russia!
MOTHER Natalie!—suppose the servant came in … ! (
NATASHA It’s from me!
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MOTHER We arrived back ten days ago. (
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MOTHER The Marquis? All right, but he’s grander than the last one—the last one
HERZEN French servants were the biggest surprise. I knew you weren’t allowed to send them into the army or sell them … but nothing prepares you for their amazing efficiency, politeness and absolute lack of calling.
SAZONOV Forget France! Don’t you see?—our time has come. The Russian government is in an impasse. They won’t want to be the pariahs of Europe. They’ll have to make a gesture.
HERZEN Oh, they will! They’ll cancel all leave for the Cossacks, Tsar Nicholas will be the last righteous ruler in a wilderness of cowards and constitutions.
SAZONOV No,
HERZEN I promise you, I never have.
SAZONOV Well, the government will have to appeal to us.
HERZEN You and me?
SAZONOV Well, people of our circle.
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SAZONOV You can laugh … but the stage is now bigger than your little articles for the
HERZEN Nevertheless, the workers are marching on the National Assembly this morning … so let’s see if the elected government acts like republicans …
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TURGENEV Mine? I’m a tourist like you. You should be asking what the Parisians thought of it … and the remarkable thing is, you couldn’t tell. It was as if they’d bought tickets and were interested to see how it would turn out. The lemonade and cigar sellers circulated, very content, like fishermen hauling in a good catch. The National Guard waited to see which way it was going, and then set about the mob.
HERZEN The mob? Workers marching behind their banners.
TURGENEV Invading the National Assembly to demand the self-abolition of an elected parliament which happens to be not to their taste.
HERZEN Turgenev!—you talk to me of taste? A republic behaving like the monarchy it displaced is not a failure of aesthetics. This is a republic by superstition only, by incantation.
TURGENEV It was an insurrection, and order has triumphed.