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| ASYA: |
No,
Gulchohra, for several days you have changed
much. At the same time you look thoughtful,
moody and silent, probably there is à deep meaning
in it... Àó giz*, màó be you have fallen in
love with somebody, haven’t you? |
| GULCHOHRA: |
(moves)
whom shall I love? |
| ASYA: |
No,
ïî, your face blushed! I see you have fallen
in love with somebody, but who is he? Nobody
came to us besides Arshin Malchi. (She suddenly)
Probably you have fallen in love with that riff-raff,
haven't you? |
| GULCHOHRA:
|
Why
à riff-raff? |
| ASYA:
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Oh,
I understand. So you admire the cloth-peddler.
Dear girl, does such behavior suit you? You
are the daughter of à bay and you've fallen
in love with à riff-raff... Because he has à
pleasant face! By God, even if he glowed like
à lamp I’d ignore him. Íå is not my equal. |
| GULCHOHRA: |
(as
à guilty person) By God, I myself don't
understand what position I’ve undergone. |
|
She
cries covering her face with her hands
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| ASYA:
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(admonishing
her) You are à big girl. Throw such thoughts
out of your mind, you are not equal to such
riff-raff. You should love à suitable man. Besides,
it’s à bad sign for à girl to love. Look, I’m
also such à girl as you are, but do I fall in
love with anybody? One more thing, by God if
your father is aware of it he will chop you
piece by piece. |
| GULCHOHRA: |
Let
my father know, let him kill me and thus my
sufferings will come to an end. |
| ASYA:
|
Don’t
be stupid. Let’s go to our room. I’ll tell you
interesting things there. |
|
She
takes Gulchohra to another room, Sultan bay
enters alone
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| SULTAN
BAY: |
How
smartly I could catch the dodger arshin malchi's
aunt, but I could achieve nothing. She was just
my equal woman, widow and stately. One mullah,
3 manats money and à loaf of sugar. That would
be all. But, sorry, I’m not lucky... Íå is mad.
Instead of his aunt he demands my beautiful
daughter. Íå thinks I don’t love my daughter,
I’d agree to give my daughter to à bazaar riff-raff...
I’m à bàó, whose name known to all people by
heart. I won't eat plov* with khans, because
I’m afraid my moustaches will be bedaubed in
butter. And that riff-raff wanted to be my son-in-law...
but I would marry his aunt with pleasure and
if somebody was interested in, I would say that
she was à poor widow and I took pity and married
her... In à word, the woman walked in herself,
but the son of Satan came and made all my plans
up side-down. Íå didn’t let me do the work...
oh, let me go and have à little rest. Again
my back is hurting me... |
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Íå
enters the room.
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