The Clouds A Play In Three Acts

Author : Jaroslav Kvapil
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ISBN 13 : 9781331123743
Total Pages : 82 pages
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Download or read book The Clouds, Vol. 6 written by Jaroslav Kvapil and published by . This book was released on 2015-07-10 with total page 82 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from The Clouds, Vol. 6: A Play in Three Acts Kocianova. - No. Soon after dinner he took a book and went somewhere around Zalachi. Matoush. - My old feet don't serve me as well as they used to. I went around to Zablati and it took me a good hour to get home. And I am tired. In other days I would go with the last sacrament a good many miles and would come home as fresh as when I started, but now even such a short walk wearies me. We are getting old, Marianka; we are getting old. And we stand here all alone. Kocianova. - May the Almighty at least reward us with Petr. May He give him His mercy and blessing so he can serve his first mass next year. Matoush (smiling). - And afterwards that he should go a-farming on some godforsaken country parsonage. Is that it? (Sits down on the bench.) Kocianova. - God's will be done. Our old father farmed, my old man farmed, - and both were content. Matoush. - Listen Marianka - come, stop a moment - come sit down here beside me. Listen, are you not at least once in a while a bit sorry that Petr is not going to be something greater, something more important than his uncle? And you know well that he could have been. Kocianova. - But I have promised him to the Lord. And He knows the covenant I made with Him when the boy was on his deathbed, and that's why He saved him. Matoush. - And do you think that is the only reason why He saved him? Kocianova. - For that and everything. But it was His will that Petr should be what you are. Matoush. - What I am! Ah! my golden soul, at our age one can regret many things and yearn for things which are not. I go through fields, I meet the peasants and laborers, and I often ask of myself, "For this did I study many long years, for this did my brothers and sisters sacrifice themselves, for this did I remain single, that at the end of ends I should be the same as you are, but without your happiness and your hope?" What I am! A peasant, a strange acre, which to-day is mine and to-morrow is - God knows whose. A decaying recluse who never knew the world and who doesn't leave anything to the world. Kocianova. - Don't lament, Jenichek! You brought up Petr. Matoush. - No. I didn't. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.