Навіщо. What For - Марія Старожицька

Martynov

— Take to the left.

Chervonets

— Yes, we have already passed this place.

Martynov

— We have not.

Stops near the body of killed Poet.

Martynov

— Here is our banderovets. He won’t see his Carpathian mountains and bandits’ hiding places any more.

Searches the body, gets documents. Opens passport.

Martynov

— Strange ...

Chervonets

— What’s there?

Martynov

— Homonym…

Chervonets

— Whose?

Martynov

— Mine…

Examines a piece of paper, enclosed to passport. Gives it to Chervonets.

Martynov

— Read!

Chervonets

— Why… There’s a kind of poem…

Martynov

— Well, you studied Ukrainian, read then.

Chervonets (reads slowly, sometimes stumbling on words, but on the whole quite dramatically)

— Bullets planted abundantly ploughed the land

Whether they passed through the body, or just omitted

So metallic, the choice of weapons’ seeds

Apparently, bloody they germinate faster

Deeply stuck grains won’t be destroyed by frost

slender wire will sprout from them in spring

And buds will swell with sharp colours

Next the dust will pollinate strange field

And get ovary machine guns and grenades

Only with weeding they must be very careful

Too sensitive is this land and that’s why fertile

Best bouquet cannot be invented for the beloved,

But it’s hard to cut iron stems

It will be a brilliant harvest,

Filled exactly with this calibre bullets

Simply collect these seeds and loudly crack them...

And in the fall they’ll blight during rains,

As no one comes to collect them

Chervonets

— Well, enough, Martynov.

Martynov? Let’s bury him.

Martynov

— Come on, let’s bring him out of here, and then

There are people to deal with funeral.

They’ll call relatives, they will pay what’s necessary,

To the budget of the republic. Well, or he’ll be thrown into a pit.

And what is the verse about?

I just realized that it’s about the land.

Chervonets

— Well, with bullets to plough, to pour with blood, and it’ll grow…

Martynov

— Potatoes?

Chervonets

— The war will grow, what else. People will shoot each other and there will be no one left.

Martynov

— Have you seen people here lately? There are not any.

Chervonets did not accept the joke, looking at Martynov with surprise.

Martynov

— Scared?! Yes, I'm kidding, just kidding. See, again they’ll say, that Martynov killed the poet. I’ll get into history. Why I'm here — to create the history. For Russian state could restore its former power. But you're here for money, Chervonets, you trembling creature. And I have to give my life for Russia. But first, I’ll take away the lives of others as many as possible. Splash me your magic drink. Not to toast in vain.

Scene 10

Teseus in front of the computer

— Poems in the newsfeed. There’s something in them …

Reading slowly.

This night I’m sitting on the windowsill,

Eyes are blinded by blood-red lights,

It is on you the blood of shot battalions

TV Tower of Syrets, my Tower of Babel...

Strange avatar. The Ukrainian girl

She does not sleep — writes about Ilovaysk.

It looks like she has someone, who’s going out.

— Well, girl, now you have wishful thinking...

I take you out from this death trap

In light path of the Moon in the river

In the words of clairvoyant,

The dotted line on the map,

Asterisk from the sky.

You cannot get lost here anymore You must not.

She asks who has accurate maps and information, which settlements are under control of the Ukrainian army... Well, let's suppose I have it all, I know how to search... I’m able to obtain information