No More Learning
(The TSAR comes out from the Cathedral; a boyar in
front of him
scatters
alms among the poor.
Pushkin - Boris Gudonov
)
ONE OF THEM.
How do you do, Nick?
Why don't you
take off your cap?
(Raps him on the iron cap.
)
How it rings!
IDIOT.
But I have got a penny.
BOYS.
That's not true; now, show it.
(They snatch the penny and run away.
)
IDIOT.
(Weeps.
) They have taken my penny, they are
hurting Nick.
THE PEOPLE.
The tsar, the tsar is coming!
(The TSAR comes out from the Cathedral; a boyar in
front of him
scatters
alms among the poor.
Boyars.
)
IDIOT.
Boris, Boris!
The boys are hurting Nick.
TSAR.
Give him alms!
What is he crying for?
IDIOT.
The boys are hurting me.
.
.
Give orders to slay
them, as thou slewest the little tsarevich.
BOYARS.
Go away, fool!
Seize the fool!
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