"Oh look! Dasha is in the theater . . . goodness, how she is dolled up. . . ."
"Siwinska! fasten my hooks, for I feel my skirt is falling down."
"Lou! your wig is coming off."
"Look to your own s.h.a.gs!"
"I"m going to Marceline with someone to-morrow . . . perhaps you will go with us, Zielinska?"
"Look at the eyes that student is making at me!"
"I don"t care a snap for penniless plugs."
"But what merry chaps they are!"
"No, thank you! They have nothing but whiskey and sardines. That"s a treat, only for those of the street."
"Hush! Cabinska is sitting in that box."
"My gracious, what a maidenly make-up she has to-day!"
"Quiet, we sing!"
Behind the scenes stood a great variety of people: waitresses, stage-hands, restaurant boys, and actors waiting for their cues to enter all these were gazing on the stage.
Cabinska"s nurse, with the two eldest children, was sitting near the proscenium under the ropes of the curtain.
Wawrzecki from behind the scenes was violently beckoning to Mimi who was just then singing a duet with Wladek. In the pauses, the actress would spitefully stick out her tongue at him.
"Give me the key to the house . . . I forgot my shoes, and I need them right away!" he whispered.
"It"s in my skirt pocket in the dressing-room," she answered, backing away toward the center of the stage with a broad musical phrase on her lips.
"Halt" was banging the desk with his baton, for Wladek was cutting short his tones and continually wavering. The threatening anger of the orchestra director only made him all the more nervous, and his singing was growing steadily worse.
"The d.a.m.ned Hun is purposely trying to trip me!" he muttered angrily under his breath, embracing the singing Mimi in the love scene.
"For G.o.d"s sake don"t squeeze me so hard!" panted Mimi, at the same time smiling at him rapturously.
"For I adore you with the frenzy of love . . . for I adore you!"
sang Wladek with fiery intonation.
"Are you crazy? I will be all black and blue and . ."
She suddenly broke off, for Wladek had finished his song and the applause came roaring like an avalanche, so she pulled him by the hand and they walked to the front of the stage to bow to the audience.
During the intermission Janina observed the editor standing in the center aisle, conversing with some stout, blond man.
"Can you tell me, sir, with what paper that editor is connected?"
Janina asked the stage-director, who was supervising the arrangement of the scenery for the next act.
"With no paper, probably. He"s merely a theatrical critic."
"He told me himself that . . ."
"Ha, ha!" laughed the stage-director, "I see you"re green!"
"But he is sitting in the chairs reserved for the press," persisted Janina stating what she thought was a convincing argument.
"What of that? There are more of his kind there. Do you see that light blonde? He alone is a real writer and the rest are merely migratory birds. G.o.d alone knows what their occupation is . . . but since they hobn.o.b with everybody, talk a lot, have money from somewhere, and occupy the foremost places everywhere, no one even bothers asking who they are."
"Ah, you look so fascinating, so fascinating" cried the editor at that instant rushing in upon the stage and already from a distance extending his hands to her. "A veritable portrait by Greuze! Only a little more courage and everything will go smoothly. I will insert an item to-morrow about your first appearance on the stage."
"Thank you," she answered coolly, without looking at him.
The editor turned about and made off for the actors" dressing-room.
"Good evening, gentlemen!" he called entering.
"How are things going in the hall? Were you at the box office? . . ."
"Nearly all the seats are sold out."
"How is the play taking?"
"Well, very well! . . . I see, Mr. Director that you have replenished the chorus: that charming, new blonde attracts all eyes . . . ."
"Good, good. . . . Hurry there, give me my belly!"
"Mr. Director, please let me have an order for two rubles. I must immediately send for my boots," begged some actor, hastily pulling on his costume.
"After the performance!" answered Cabinski, holding the pillow to his stomach, "tie it fast, Andy!"
They wrapt him about with long strips like a mummy.
"Mr. Director, I need my boots on the stage. . . . I cannot play without them!"
"Go to the devil, my dear sir, and don"t disturb me now. . . .
Ring!" he called to the stage-director.
Cabinski, whenever he played, created a big confusion in the dressing-room. He always suffered from stage fright, so he would try to overcome it by shouting, scolding, and quarreling over every trifle. The costumer, the tailor, the property man all had to hustle about him and continually remind him lest he forget something.
Despite the fact that he always commenced dressing early, he was always late. Only on the stage did he recover his equanimity.
Now it was the same; his cane had been mislaid and he rushed about, wildly shouting: "My cane! Who took my cane! . . . My cane! d.a.m.n it!
I must go right on!"
"You snort like an elephant in the dressing-room, but on the stage you buzz as quietly as a fly," slowly remarked Stanislawski, who hated all noises.
"If you don"t like to hear it, go out into the hall."