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A Marriage Proposal
A one-act comedy by Anton Chekhov.
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Stepan Stepanovich Choobookov
A landowner, father of Natalia
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Natalia Stepanovna
His twenty-five-year-old daughter
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Ivan Vassilievich Lomov
Their neighbour, a healthy but hypochondriac landowner
Scene I Lomov Arrives to Propose
(Choobookov and Lomov. The latter enters, wearing tails and white
gloves.)
ChoobookovWhy, of all people! My old friend, Ivan Vassilievich! How nice to
see you! (shakes hand.) This really is
a surprise, old boy... How are you?
LomovVery well, thank you. And may I ask how you are?
ChoobookovNot bad at all, old friend, with the help of your prayers and so
on... Please have a seat... Now, really, it's not very nice of you
to neglect your neighbours, my dear boy. And what are you all
dressed up for? Morning coat, gloves, and so on! Are you off on a
visit, old boy?
LomovNo, I'm just calling on you, my esteemed neighbour.
ChoobookovBut why the morning coat, old friend? This isn't New Year's
Day!
LomovWell, you see, the fact of the matter is...
(Takes his arm.) I've burst in on you
like this, Stepan Stepanovich, my esteemed neighbour, in order to
ask a favour of you. I've already had the honour more than once of
turning to you for help and you've always, so to speak, uh!... but
forgive me, my nerves... I must have a sip of water, dear Stepan
Stepanovich. (Drinks some water.)
Choobookov(aside) He's after money. Fat chance!
(to Lomov) What is it, my dear
fellow?
LomovWell, you see, my Stepan dearovich, uh! I mean dear
Stepanovich... uh! I mean, my nerves are in a terrible condition,
which you yourself are so kind as to see. In short, you're the
only one who can help me, although, of course, I've done nothing
to deserve it and... and I don't even have the right to count on
your help...
ChoobookovNow, now; don't beat about the bush, old friend. Out with it!...
Well?
LomovAll right, here you are. The fact of the matter is, I've come to
ask for your daughter Natalia's hand in marriage.
Choobookov(overjoyed) My dearest friend! Ivan
Vassilievich. Could you repeat that — I'm not sure I heard
right!
LomovI have the honour of asking—
Choobookov(breaking in) My oldest and dearest
friend... I'm so delighted and so on... Yes really, and all that
sort of thing.
(hugging and kissing him) I've been
yearning for this for ages. It's been my constant desire.
(sheds a tear.) And I've always loved
you like a son, you wonderful person, you. May God grant you love
and guidance and so on, it's been my most fervent wish... but why
am I standing here like a blockhead? I'm dumbstruck by the sheer
joy of it, completely dumbstruck. Oh, with all my heart and
soul... I'll go get Natasha, and so on.
Lomov(deeply moved) Stepan Stepanovich, my
esteemed friend, do you think I may count on her accepting
me?
ChoobookovA handsome devil like you? How could she possibly resist? She's
madly in love with you, don't worry, madly, and so on... I'll call
her right away.
Scene II Lomov Alone — His Nervous Fears
(Lomov alone.)
LomovIt's so cold... I'm shaking all over, like before a final exam.
The important thing is to make up your mind. If you think about it
too long, or waver, talk about it too much, and wait for the ideal
woman or for true love, you'll never marry... Brr! It's cold!
Natalia Stepanovna is an excellent housekeeper, she's not
bad-looking, and she's got some education... What more could I ask
for? Oh, I'm so nervous; I can hear a buzzing in my ears.
(Drinks some water.) It would be best
for me to get married... first of all, I'm thirty-five years old
already — and that, as they say, is a critical age. And then, I
have to start leading a steady and regular life... I've got a
heart condition, with palpitations all the time... I've got an
awful temper and I'm always getting terribly wrought up... Even
now, my lips are trembling and my right eyelid is twitching... But
the worst thing is when I try to sleep. The instant I get to bed
and start dropping off, something stabs me in my left side — Ungh!
And it cuts right through my shoulder straight into my head —
Ungh! I jump like a lunatic, walk about a little, and then I lie
down again, but the moment I start to doze off, I feel it in my
side again — ungh! And it keeps on and on for at least twenty
times...
Scene III The Ox Meadows Quarrel
(Natalia Stepanovna and Lomov.)
Natalia(entering) Ah, it's you. And Papa said
a customer had come for the merchandise. How do you do, Ivan
Vassilievich!
LomovHow do you do, my esteemed Natalia Stepanovna!
NataliaI'm sorry about my apron and not being dressed... We're shelling
peas for drying. Where've you been yourself? Have a seat...
(They sit down.) Would you like a bite
of lunch?
LomovThank you so much, but I've already eaten.
NataliaWell, then have a cigarette... The matches are over here... The
weather's magnificent today, but yesterday it rained so hard that
the men couldn't do a thing all day long. How much hay did you get
done? Can you imagine, I was so greedy that I had the whole meadow
mown, and now I regret it, I'm scared that all my hay may rot. I
should have waited. But what's this? I do believe you're wearing a
morning coat! How original! Are you going to a ball or something?
Incidentally, you're getting quite handsome... But honestly, why
are you all dolled up?
Lomov(nervously) You see, my esteemed
Natalia Stepanovna... the fact is I've made up my mind to ask you
to listen to me... Naturally you'll be surprised and even angry,
but I... (aside) God, it's cold!
NataliaWhat is it? (pause) Well?
LomovI'll try to be brief. You are well aware, my esteemed Natalia
Stepanovna, that for a long time now, in fact since my childhood,
I have had the honour of knowing your family. My late aunt and her
husband, whose estate as you know I inherited, always held your
father and your late mother in utmost esteem. The Lomov family and
the Choobookov family have always maintained extremely friendly,
one might even say, intimate relations. Furthermore, as you know,
my property borders on yours. Perhaps you will be so kind as to
recall that my Ox Meadows run along your birch forest.
NataliaExcuse me for interrupting you. You said "my Ox Meadows"... Are
they yours?
LomovOf course...
NataliaOh, come now! The Ox Meadows belong to us, not you!
LomovOh no! They're mine, dear Natalia Stepanovna.
NataliaThat's news to me. How did they ever get to be yours?
LomovWhat do you mean? I'm talking about the Ox Meadows that are
wedged in between your birch forest and the Burnt Marsh.
NataliaExactly... They're ours.
LomovNo, you're mistaken, dear Natalia Stepanovna — they're
mine.
NataliaDo be reasonable, Ivan Vassilievich! Since when have they been
yours?
LomovSince when? They've always been ours, as far back as I can
remember.
NataliaExcuse me, but this is too much!
LomovYou can look at the documents, dear Natalia Stepanovna. At one
time, there were some quarrels about the Ox Meadows, you're quite
right. But now, everyone knows they're mine. Why argue about it?
If you will permit me to explain: my aunt's grandmother lent them
to your paternal great-grandfather's peasants for an indefinite
period and free of charge in return for their firing her bricks.
Your great-grandfather's peasants used the Meadows free of charge
for some forty years and began thinking of them as their own...
and then after the Emancipation, when a statute was passed —
You've got it all wrong! Both my grandfather and great-grandfather
regarded their property as reaching all the way to the Burnt Swamp
— which means that the Ox Meadows were ours. What's there to argue
about? — I don't understand. How annoying!
LomovI'll show you the documents, Natalia Stepanovna.
NataliaNo; you're joking or trying to tease me... What a surprise! We've
owned the land for practically three hundred years and now
suddenly we're told it's not ours! I'm sorry, Ivan Vassilievich,
but I can't believe my ears. Those Meadows don't mean a thing to
me. The whole area probably doesn't come to more than forty acres,
it's worth about three hundred rubles; but I'm terribly upset by
the injustice of it all. You can say what you like, but I simply
can't stand injustice.
LomovPlease listen to me, I beseech you. Your paternal
great-grandfather's peasants, as I have already had the honour of
telling you, fired bricks for my aunt's grandmother. Now, my
aunt's grandmother, wishing to do them a favour in return—
NataliaGrandfather, grandmother, aunt... I don't know what you're
talking about! The Meadows are ours, and that's that.
LomovThey're mine!
NataliaThey're ours! You can keep arguing for two days, you can put on
fifteen morning coats if you like, but they're ours, ours,
ours!... I don't desire your property, but I don't care to lose
mine... Do as you like!
LomovI don't need the Meadows, Natalia Stepanovna, but it's the
principle of the thing. If you want, I'll give them to you.
NataliaIt would be my privilege to give them to you, they're mine!...
All this is rather odd — to put it mildly, Ivan Vassilievich. Up
till now we've always considered you a good neighbour and friend.
Last year we let you borrow our threshing machine, and as a result
we couldn't finish our own grain until November, and now you're
treating us like Gypsies. You're giving me my own land. Excuse me,
but that's not a neighbourly thing to do! To my mind, it's
impertinent, if you care to—
LomovAre you trying to tell me that I'm a landgrabber? Madam, I've
never seized anyone else's property, and I won't allow anyone to
say I have...
(Hurries over to the carafe and drinks some water.)
The Ox Meadows are mine!
Scene IV Choobookov Joins the Quarrel
(Enter Choobookov.)
ChoobookovWhat's going on? What's all the shouting about?
NataliaPapa, please tell this gentleman whom the Ox Meadows belong to —
us or him.
Choobookov(to Lomov) Why, the Meadows belong to
us, old friend.
LomovBut for goodness' sake, Stepan Stepanovich, how can that be?
Can't you be reasonable at least? My aunt's grandmother lent the
Meadows to your grandfather's peasants for temporary use and free
of charge. His peasants used the land for forty years and got in
the habit of regarding it as their own, but after the Land
Settlement—
ChoobookovExcuse me, old boy... You're forgetting that our peasants didn't
pay your grandmother and so on precisely because the Meadows were
disputed and what not... But now every child knows that they're
ours. I guess you've never looked at the maps.
LomovI'll prove they're mine!
ChoobookovYou won't prove a thing, my boy.
LomovI'll so prove it!
ChoobookovMy dear boy, why carry on like this? You won't prove a thing by
shouting. I don't want anything of yours, but I don't intend to
let go of what's mine. Why should I? If it comes to that, dear
friend, if you mean to dispute my ownership of the Meadows, and so
on, I'd sooner let my peasants have them than you. So there!
LomovI don't understand. What right do you have to give away other
people's property?
ChoobookovAllow me to decide whether or not I've got the right. Really,
young man, I'm not accustomed to being spoken to in that tone of
voice, and what not. I'm old enough to be your father, and I must
ask you to calm down when you speak to me, and so forth.
LomovNo! You're treating me like an idiot, and laughing at me. You
tell me that my property is yours, and then you expect me to
remain calm and talk to you in a normal fashion. That's not a very
neighbourly thing to do, Stepan Stepanovich. You're no neighbour,
you're a robber baron.
ChoobookovWhat? What did you say, my good man?
NataliaPapa, have the men mow the Ox Meadows right now!
Choobookov(to Lomov) What did you say,
sir?
NataliaThe Ox Meadows are our property, and I won't let anyone else have
them. I won't, I won't, I won't!
LomovWe'll see about that! I'll prove to you in court that they're
mine.
ChoobookovIn court? My good man, you can take it to court, and what not. Go
right ahead! I know you, you've just been waiting for a chance to
litigate, and so on. You're a quibbler from the word go. Your
whole family's nothing but a bunch of pettifoggers. All of
them!
LomovI must ask you not to insult my family. The Lomovs have always
been law-abiding folk. None of them was ever hauled into court for
embezzlement the way your uncle was...
ChoobookovEvery last one of them was insane.
NataliaEvery last one of them, every last one!
ChoobookovYour grandfather drank like a fish, and the whole country knows
that your youngest aunt, Nastasia, ran off with an architect, and
what not—
LomovAnd your mother was a hunchback!
(clutching at his heart) There's a
twitching in my side... My head's throbbing... Oh, God...
Water!
ChoobookovAnd your father was a gambler and he ate like a pig!
NataliaAnd no one could beat your aunt at scandalmongering.
LomovMy left leg's paralysed... And you're a schemer... Oooh! My
heart!... And it's no secret to anyone that just before the
election you... There are stars bursting before my eyes... Where's
my hat?
NataliaVermin! Liar! Brute!
ChoobookovYou're a spiteful, double-dealing schemer! So there!
LomovAh, my hat... My heart. Where am I? Where's the door? Oooh!... I
think I'm dying... My foot's totally paralysed.
(Drags himself to the door.)
Choobookov(calling after him) And don't ever set
your foot in my home again!
NataliaGo to court! Sue us! Just wait and see!
(Lomov staggers out.)
Scene V The Shocking Truth
(Choobookov and Natalia Stepanovna.)
ChoobookovHe can go straight to hell, damn him!
(Walks about, all wrought up.)
NataliaIsn't he the worst crook? Catch me trusting a good neighbour
after this!
ChoobookovThe chiseler! The scarecrow!
NataliaThe monster! He not only grabs other people's property, he calls
them names, to boot.
ChoobookovAnd that clown, that... freak had the colossal nerve to ask me
for your hand in marriage, and so on. Can you imagine? He wanted
to propose.
NataliaPropose?
ChoobookovExactly! That's what he came for. To propose to you.
NataliaPropose? To me? Why didn't you say so?
ChoobookovAnd he got all dolled up in a morning coat. That pipsqueak. That
upstart.
NataliaPropose? To me? Ohhh!
(collapses into an armchair and wails)
Bring him back. Get him. Ohh! Get him!
ChoobookovGet whom?
NataliaHurry up, hurry! I feel sick. Bring him back.
(hysterical).
ChoobookovWhat is it? What's wrong?
(Grabbing his head) This is awful. I'll
shoot myself. I'll hang myself. They've worn me out.
NataliaI'm dying! Bring him back!
ChoobookovAlright. Stop yelling!
(Runs out)
Natalia(alone, wailing) What've we done?
Bring him back! Bring him back!
Choobookov(running in) He's coming and all that,
goddamn him. Ughh! You talk to him, alone. I really don't feel
like...
Natalia(wailing) Bring him back!
Choobookov(shouting) He's coming, I tell you. Oh
God! What did I ever do to deserve a grown-up daughter? I'll cut
my throat. I swear, I'll cut my throat. We insulted and abused
him, and it's all your fault!
NataliaMy fault? It was yours!
ChoobookovNow I'm the culprit!
(Lomov appears at the French doors. Choobookov exits.)
Scene VI The Dog Quarrel
(Natalia and Lomov.)
Lomov(entering, exhausted) What horrible
palpitations... my foot's gone numb... there's a jabbing in my
side...
NataliaMy apologies, Ivan Vassilievich, we got so worked up... I do
recall now that the Ox Meadows are actually your property.
LomovMy heart's palpitating... The Meadows are mine... There are stars
bursting in both my eyes.
(They sit down.)
NataliaWe were wrong.
LomovIt's the principle of the thing... I don't care about the land,
it's the principle of the thing—
NataliaExactly, the principle... Let's talk about something else.
LomovParticularly since I have proof. My aunt's grandmother let your
paternal great-grandfather's peasants—
NataliaAll right, all right... (aside) I
don't know how to go about it...
(to Lomov) Will you start hunting
soon?
LomovYes, for grouse, Natalia Stepanovna. I think I shall begin after
the harvest. Oh, have you heard what bad luck I had? My hound
Guess — you know the one — he's gone lame.
NataliaWhat a pity! How did it happen?
LomovI don't know... he must have twisted his leg, or else some other
dog bit him... (sighs) My very best
hound, not to mention the money! Why, I paid Mironov a hundred and
twenty-five rubles for him.
NataliaYou overpaid him, Ivan Vassilievich.
LomovI don't think so. It was very little for a wonderful dog.
NataliaPapa bought his dog Leap for eighty-five rubles, and Leap is
vastly superior to your Guess!
LomovLeap superior to Guess? Oh, come now,
(laughs) Leap superior to Guess! Of
course he is! I know that Leap is still young, he's not a
full-grown hound yet. But for points and action, not even
Volchanietsky has a better dog.
LomovExcuse me, Natalia Stepanovna, but you're forgetting that he's
pug-jawed, which makes him a poor hunting dog.
NataliaPug-jawed? That's news to me.
LomovI can assure you, his lower jaw is shorter than his upper
jaw.
NataliaHave you measured it?
LomovIndeed, I have. He'll do for pointing, of course, but when it
comes to retrieving, he can hardly hold a candle.
NataliaFirst of all, our Leap is a pedigreed greyhound — he's the son of
Harness and Chisel, whereas your Guess is so piebald that not even
Solomon could figure out his breed... Furthermore, he's as old and
ugly as a broken-down nag—
LomovHe may be old, but I wouldn't trade him for five of your Leaps...
The very idea! Guess is a real hound, but Leap... Why argue? It's
ridiculous... Every huntsman's assistant has a dog like your Leap.
At twenty-five rubles he'd be overpriced.
NataliaYou seem to be possessed by some demon of contradiction, Ivan
Vassilievich. First you fancy that the Ox Meadows are yours, then
you pretend that Guess is a better hound than Leap. If there's one
thing I don't like it's a person who says the opposite of what he
thinks. You know perfectly well that Leap is a hundred times
better than... than that stupid Guess of yours. Why do you insist
on denying it?
LomovYou obviously must think, Natalia Stepanovna, that I'm either
blind or mentally retarded. Can't you see that your Leap has a pug
jaw?
NataliaThat's not true.
LomovA pug jaw.
Natalia(screaming) That's not true.
LomovWhy are you screaming, Madam?
NataliaWhy are you talking such rubbish? It's exasperating! Your Guess
is just about ready to be put out of his misery, and you compare
him to Leap.
LomovExcuse me, but I can't keep on arguing like this. My heart's
palpitating.
NataliaI've noticed that the sportsmen who argue most don't understand
the first thing about hunting.
LomovMadam, pleeease, keep quiet... My heart's bursting...
(shouts) Keep quiet!
NataliaI won't keep quiet until you admit that Leap is a hundred times
superior to your Guess!
LomovHe's a hundred times inferior. Someone ought to shoot him. My
temples... my eyes... my shoulder...
NataliaNo one has to wish that idiotic mutt of yours dead, because he's
just skin and bones anyway.
LomovKeep quiet! I'm having heart failure!
NataliaI will not keep quiet!
Scene VII The Final Quarrel — and the
Proposal
(Choobookov entering.)
ChoobookovWhat's going on now?
NataliaPapa, tell me, honestly and sincerely: which is the better dog —
our Leap or his Guess?
LomovStepan Stepanovich, I beseech you, just tell me one thing: is
your Leap pug-jawed or isn't he? Yes or no?
ChoobookovSo what! Who cares? He's still the best hound in the country, and
what not.
LomovAnd my Guess isn't better? Tell the truth.
ChoobookovDon't get all worked up, old boy... Let me explain... Your Guess
does have a few good qualities... He's pure-bred, he's got solid
legs, he's well put together, and what not. But if you must know,
my good man, your dog's got two basic faults: He's old, and his
muzzle's too short.
LomovExcuse me; my heart's racing madly... Let's examine the facts...
Please, don't forget that when we were hunting in the Mapooksin
Fields, my Guess ran neck and neck with the count's dog Waggy,
while your Leap lagged behind by half a mile.
ChoobookovThat was because the count's assistant struck him with his riding
crop.
LomovNaturally. All the other dogs were chasing the fox, but yours
started running after sheep.
ChoobookovThat's a lie! My dear boy, I fly off the handle easily, so,
please let's stop arguing. The man whipped him because people are
always envious of everyone else's dogs. Yes, they're all filled
with spite! And you sir, are no exception. Why, the minute you
notice that anyone else's dog is better than your Guess, you
instantly start up something or other... and what not. I've got
the memory of an elephant!
LomovAnd so do I.
Choobookov(mimicking him) "And so do I"... and
what does your memory tell you?
LomovMy heart's palpitating... My foot's paralysed... I can't
anymore...
Natalia(mimicking) "My heart's
palpitating..." What kind of hunter are you anyway? You ought to
be home in bed catching cockroaches instead of out hunting foxes.
Palpitations!...
ChoobookovThat's right, what kind of hunter are you? If you've got
palpitations, stay home; don't go wobbling around the countryside
on horseback. It wouldn't be so bad if you really hunted, but you
only tag along in order to start arguments or meddle with other
people's dogs, and what not. We'd better stop, I fly off the
handle easily. You, sir, are not a hunter, and that's that.
LomovAnd you are, I suppose. The only reason you go hunting is to
flatter the count and carry on your backstabbing little
intrigues... Oh, my heart!... You schemer!
ChoobookovMe, a schemer. (shouting) Shut
up!
LomovSchemer!
ChoobookovUpstart! Pipsqueak!
LomovYou old fog! You hypocrite!
ChoobookovShut up, or I'll blast you with a shot gun like a
partridge.
LomovThe whole country knows that — Oh, my heart! — your late wife
used to beat you... My leg... my temples... I see stars... I'm
falling, falling...
ChoobookovAnd your housekeeper henpecks you all over the place!
LomovThere, you see... my heart's burst! My shoulder's torn off...
Where's my shoulder?... I'm dying!
(collapses into armchair) Get a doctor!
(faints)
ChoobookovPipsqueak. Weakling. Windbag. I feel sick.
(drinks some water) I feel sick.
NataliaWhat kind of hunter are you anyway? You don't even know how to
sit in a saddle! (to her father) Papa!
What's the matter with him? Papa! Look, Papa!
(screams) Ivan Vassilievich! He's
dead!
ChoobookovI feel sick!... I can't breathe!... Air!
NataliaHe's dead!
(tugs at Lomov's sleeves) Ivan
Vassilievich! Ivan Vassilievich! What've we done! He's dead.
(collapses into easy chair) Get a
doctor. (She becomes hysterical.)
ChoobookovOh!... What is it? What's wrong?
Natalia(moaning) He's dead... He's
dead!
ChoobookovWho's dead? (glancing at Lomov) He
really is dead! Oh, my God! Get some water! Get a doctor!
(holds a glass to Lomov's mouth) Go
ahead and drink!... He won't drink... I guess he's dead and so
on... Why does everything have to happen to me? Why didn't I cut
my throat? What am I waiting for? Give me a knife! Give me a gun!
(Lomov stirs.) He's reviving, I
think... Drink some water!... That's right.
LomovStars... fog... where am I?
ChoobookovYou two'd better hurry up and get married... Dammit! She
accepts...
(joins Lomov's hand with Natalia's) She
accepts... My blessings and so forth... Just do me a favour and
leave me in peace.
LomovWhat? (getting up) Who?
ChoobookovShe accepts. Well? Kiss her and... the two of you can go straight
to hell.
Natalia(moaning) He's alive... I accept, I
accept...
ChoobookovKiss and make up.
LomovWhat? Who?
(kisses Natalia) Enchante... Excuse me,
but what's going on? Oh yes, I remember... My heart... stars...
I'm very happy, Natalia Stepanovna.
(kisses her hands) My leg's
paralysed...
NataliaI... I'm very happy, too...
ChoobookovThat's a load off my back... Whew!
NataliaBut... all the same, why don't you finally admit that Guess isn't
as good as Leap.
LomovHe's much better.
NataliaHe's worse.
ChoobookovThe launching of marital bliss! Champagne!
LomovHe's better.
NataliaWorse! Worse! Worse!
Choobookov(trying to outshout them) Champagne!
Champagne!
That's a load off my back... Whew!
— Choobookov, at the end of the play