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Living Water is a drama / poem in 2 acts. There are 2 female roles and 2 male roles.

In a temple, ruled over by the Priest, the ills and pains of people are cured by the wondrous Living Water. However, faith in this magic cure is lessening. In order to renew the faith, the Priest is getting ready to cure a blind girl at a festival in front of the people. The Priest’s Apprentice has no doubt of the power of the Living Water and believes the Priest. Two women arrive – the Priest’s ex-lover and their blind daughter. By accident the Apprentice learns that the Living Water is only a myth, a lie. He has fallen in love with the blind girl and is desolate. Then it turns out that the girl is not blind at all. Delusion – between Truth and Duty, Yearning and Love.

English version of this play is in manuscript.

The Living water

Act 2, Scene 3

Laine:

I hear the young priest already preaching?
While the old one has clutched his heart
Lost it should break.

Disciple:

You are still here, lad? After all that’s happened?

Laine:

Where else but here? Only here.
You’ve understood? My dear boy.
You have understood! You are staying!
And tomorrow things go as intended.
Festivity for people. An unprecedented feast.
I’m glad you’ve understood..
This fog… it’s all for people.
Love is stronger than the truth.

Disciple:

What has taken me whole life to realize,
For you – some hours…
Oh no! I am afraid, my intention
For tomorrow’s feast may differ:
I’ll announce it to the people
That henceforward

Laine:

They will no longer be deceived and cheated.
What will happen to the Priest?

Ildze:

Have you thought about him?

Laine:

He won’t permit it.
What’s to happen?
If your mind hatches a dirty, cruel plot,
You should know that Ildze and I…
We’ll protect and defend him.
Do you want to resemble those
Who cause suffering in the name of happiness?
Who build new prisons in the name of freedom?
Who kill in the name of humanity?

Ildze:

And in the name of truth create new lies?

Laine:

Oh, mother, don’t!
If you do not leave right now,

Disciple:

I see no way out…
Look: The fruit of lies is ripening, swelling.
It seems to Ildze – the Priest
Wants to kill me.
You think – it’s I who want to kill the Priest.
Me? My Teacher?
A more horrid suspicion
Is hardly possible.
Let’s leave the feelings alone, but you should know,
Since early days there is law
Forbidding the priest to shed blood
Or he himself must die.
Laine:
Like a bee. Death is the price of sting.
What will happen to the Priest?
Ildze:
You’ll ruin him. Oh, dear Ildze, your father suffers so..
Laine:
And Sarmis, doesn’t he?
Now all his lifetime’s work
Ildze:
Is about to fall… Just because of this boy.

Laine:

He is the young Priest.
Just a disciple yet.

Ildze:

But father is hurt.
Isn’t Sarmis hurt?
Come, Sarmi, let us go away.
You didn’t decline a blind girl.

Disciple:

Now here is the one who can see.
I fail to understand.

Ildze:

He gradually becomes aware of the inevitable that is about to reveal itself.
Yes, yes… The Priest is my father.
And my mother and I
Have come here to help him.
You know – the dense fog
Covering the land is a heavy burden for the people.
And we all together wanted to dispel
The fog that weighs on people’s souls
In celebration taking place tomorrow.
We’d perform a little show –
Live water healing a blind girl.
I had the main part envisaged in it.
People thirst for inspiration.

Disciple:

We wished to strike it.
A little show…
The main part for you…
Then your beautiful eyes
Can see again…

Ildze:

And all the time you…
I was about to tell you…
As soon as I realised how much I care for you…
As soon as I felt…

Disciple:

I wanted all the time…
So you were telling me lies…
You knew all that… And all that happened between us…
I see, a little show… You know, perhaps you even laughed.

Ildze:

You lied to me, Ildze.
Oh, do forgive me.

Disciple:

Everything turned different…
And now the Teacher fights himself, oh fun,
Before he kills his own disciple.
This fight is tough for him, I know.
Of course he’ll kill, what else is left.
A prohibition, law means nothing.
We are a human race, not bees.
Or perhaps he has already grabbed the weapon
To avert my coming assault?
Oh, yes, perhaps he’s already waiting
For his disciple to cut his throat.
Like to wild bears that stink with hate
Is this how we should face each other, Teacher?
Look, this ’s the moment when lies reveal their true nature.

Laine:

I see but old and rotten features.
You just have to go and be quiet.
That’s all I ask from you.
The Priest’s task is a hundred times more hard.
Oh, dear boy, I beg you
As a mother, woman – go!
Go, dear boy, I’ll bless you.
The truth is not worth any victims
In this world were one truth
Fights another and their fight is eternal.
I need a break.
I crave for love.
Between sharp fangs there is a soft warm tongue.
It seems so helpless as a new-born child.

Disciple:

But it’s the tongue that speaks, not fangs.
But toothless mouth can only prattle.
But I can’t help it! It turns out I have no fangs.

Laine:

Why have you chosen me, oh Truth.
Go, boy, and I will bless you.

Disciple:

The truth is not worth any victims.
I’ll go. Yes, I will. I’ll go away.
I’ll rid my Priest
Of the unpleasant job that is awaiting him.
Why should I make him spend remaining days
In the shadow of crime?
Why should I put him under a curse
And stain with blood his hands?
Why should I make you suffer for your father?
Or your mother should shed tears.

Laine:

When I go all will be happy.
Yes, son yes. You must do that.

Ildze:

Go, go, I bless you.

Disciple:

I’ll go with him.
I don’t want you with me! I don’t believe you.
I see old, rotten features.
It is a mug of lies.
The face of death.
Like a bird’s screech, drawn-out and mournful –
Il-dze – – –

The disciple runs up the steep slope and throws himself down into the abyss.

 

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