מחזאי ובמאי

The Dragon’s Beloved

By Michael Gurevitch

Scene 1

(Hini enters the stage and stands before the dropped curtain)

Hini: (To the audience) Good evening ladies and Gentlemen. The play we shall perform for you tonight is based on something which happened to us about a year ago. It is based on a play of sorts that took place right here, on the theater stage, in this very hall. You may of course ask yourselves if a play can be “something that happened”. But please let me tell you and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, ladies and gentlemen, that a play is like a man, an gushing wound. But judge for yourselves. The time was, much as it is now, eight thirty five p.m. We entered the stage.

                  

                   (Curtain up. Arieh, Nir, Udi, Vitali and Yoav look at the audience)

 

Nir: Look at this space, this void, that gloom. We wish to cast images of your lives into it, have them flow from the hall to the stage. Look at this empty warehouse of souls, come, get up, unload your emotional baggage and then return, each to your homes, lighter, freer, ready once more to take on the burden of life. (Turns to a man in the audience) You, please, come here.

Hini: As you can see, we have invited someone from the audience.

 

                   (Wizman goes on stage)

 

Nir: What is your name sir?

Wizman: My name is Wizman.

Nir: I’m Nir.

Wizman: Pleased to meet you.

Nir: This is Yhoyahin.

Wizman:  A pleasure.

Hini: This of course is Erez Shafrir, and actor in our troupe. A year ago it was Wizman who walked on the stage. Mr. Wizman, why have you come here tonight, what do you expect?

Wizman: To enjoy myself… To experience something…

Nir: And what do you do?

Wizman: Business.

Hini: Business.

Nir: What kind of Business.

Wizman: I buy gold, sell jewelry, diamonds… money.

Hini: Gold.

Nir: Married?

Wizman: I came alone.

Nir: Alone?

Wizman: Alone.

Hini: Do you mind if we sing you a song before we begin?

Wizman: With pleasure.

Nir: (Points Wizman to his seat in the hall) Give us two minutes, Mr. Wizman.

Hini: (To the audience) We have prepared a short song which, to be honest, we did not perform then but which we will sing now. A song to set the tone associatively: “A happy song about the broken heart”.

                   (sing)

A happy song about he broken heart

This is the song about the broken heart

The song of sorrow

The song of mud and mire

It is the song of a deep despair

One of confusion

and flooding emotion

Of time standing still and wasted energy that kills

The unbearable wait for the door bell to ring,

Or the phone to ring

The ring of an idea,

In short it is the song

Of a solitude

That began in childhood

And ended in old age, with the nagging feeling,

That if only…

If only she’d been here as she had then,

If only someone else was here with me, like that someone else who was then,

As she was then,

In short, it’s a song about then…

Nir: Right, back to that evening. As you remember we were with Mr. Wizman.

 

Scene 2

 

( The actors turn to Wizman once again)

Hini: Tell me Mr. Wizman, if I were to ask you what is the first thing you remember…?

Wizman: (Goes on stage) The first thing I remember? As a boy?

Hini: The first thing you remember.

Udi: As a boy.

 

(Brief pause)

 

Wizman: My mother waking me up from my afternoon nap…

 

(Nir signals Yoav, Vitali and Arieh and they leave)

 

I think it was a Saturday afternoon. She said “Wizi, get up, I have a surprise for you.” I think it was a Saturday afternoon. Suddenly my father walked in, in khaki uniform, he came from the army. He had brought me a gift, an ancient bottle he had found in a cave.

Nir: What about the bed?

 

                   (Vitali pushes a bed on stage)

Hini: (To Wizman) To bed.

Wizman: Me?

Hini: Why not. We’ll enact your fathers return.

Wizman: To bed with my clothes on?

Hini: Yes.

Wizman: But I had a pajama.

Hini: Never mind. How old were you?

Wizman: Three… Three and a half…

Hini: Let’s say you were three, three and a half and that you’re sleeping.

(Wizman sits on the bed. Moves to take off his shoe)

Wizman: Should I…? (The actors signal that it isn’t necessary. Wizman lies on the bed. Covers himself and “falls asleep”. He giggles.)

Nir: Shh…

 

(The actress playing his mother enters the stage, she is much younger than Wizman, she goes to him, leans over and gently caresses his head)

 

Mother: Wizi… Get up, I have a surprise for you…

                  

(Wizman “wakes up” looks at her for a moment as though dreaming. An actor enacting his father enters the stage, he is also much younger than Wizman. He is clad in an old khaki uniform and wears a beret. He stops at the doorway) 

 

Father: Wizi, my sweet son…

Wizman: Dad…

Father: (Approaches Wizman and holds him) Did you miss me?

Wizman: (Brief pause, looks at Hini and Nir and then at his father) I don’t remember…

Father: (To mother laughingly) He doesn’t remember… (Kisses him) Look what I brought you.

 

                   (Gives him a small clay bottle. Wizman looks at it)

 

Wizman: (To Nir and Hini) Well done. (To his father) Thank you.

Nir: And what did you do then?

Wizman: I think we went out for a soda pop.

Father: Get dressed and we’ll go get a soda pop. What do you say?

Wizman: (Smiles happily) Yes!

Father: (To mother) I’ll just take a shower.

 

                   (Father Leaves)

 

Wizman: (Shakes his mother’s hand) Thank you. You did that very well.

Nir: This is Sharon Shtark.

Wizman: Sharon…?

Nir+Sharon: Shtark.

Wizman: Thank you. Well done. Please give my thanks to the actor who played my father. Very good. It is a sweet memory as my father returned to the army a short time later.

 

Scene 3

 

Wizman: (Turns to exit the stage. To Nir) I’ll go back to my seat now, should I?

Hini: Hold on, what’s the rush? Tell something more.

Wizman: With pleasure. Such as?

Udi: Mr. Wizman, are you married?

Wizman: Married.

Udi: Tell us how you met your wife.

Hini: Oh!

Wizman: (Doesn’t like the idea) No, not my wife.

Hini: That’s a shame.

                  

                   (Brief pause)

 

Nir: Where did you first see her?

 

                   (Brief pause)

 

Wizman: She lived in the flat across from mine. I would see her lean on her window sill. I had just finished my army service and rented a studio. She lived across from me.

Udi: Alone?

Wizman: I think someone else was there too, but I only saw his shadow from time to time.

Udi: So you fell in love with her from afar?

Wizman: Not from that far. I had these old binoculars, which my mom would take to concerts. I rummaged around the house and found them.

Hini: Don’t be embarrassed. These small details make the story interesting. How a boy meets a girl. How he falls in love with her.

Wizman: Yes…

                  

                   (He seems to be in distress, he starts to go back to his seat in the hall)

 

Maybe I will go back to my seat now, perhaps other people want to…

Nir: Wait.

Wizman: No, enough. I enjoyed myself, but my wife… I don’t want to… Thank you.

                  

                   (He’s in the hall)

 

Nir: (Calls out to the backstage) Drop the curtain!

 

                   (The curtain is dropped, Hini and Nir stand before the curtain. To Wizman)

 

Hini: You can’t just leave us like this, without a hero.

Wizman: (From his seat in the hall. Laughs)Hero-… Thank you.

Hini: Tell us something else.

Wizman: Thank you.

Nir: (To the audience) To be honest, we were a bit embarrassed. We built our evening around him and he ran off on us as we’d begun. (To Wizman) Do you mind that we go on without you?

Wizman: Go right ahead.

Nir: If we do something with which you disagree please interject.

Wizman: I trust you. (Gets up and shakes their hands) Good luck.

Hini and Nir: Thank you.  (Wizman sits down)

Wizman: No, thank you.

Nir: (To the audience) We carried on. “Wizman’s life!”

 

Scene 4

 

(Gentle music. The curtain is lifted. Udi-Wizman, the boy is sleeping on the bed. (The actress playing his mother enters the stage, she goes to him, leans over and gently caresses his head)

 

Mother: Wizi… Get up, I have a surprise for you…

                  

(Wizman “wakes up” looks at her for a moment in a daze. An actor enacting his father enters the stage. He is clad in an old khaki uniform and wears a hat. He is holding a clay bottle which is bigger than the other one and more splendid. He stops at the doorway) 

 

Father: Wizi, my son…

Wizman: Dad…

Father: (Approaches Wizman and holds him) Did you miss me?

Wizman: (Brief pause) I don’t remember…

Father: (To mother laughingly) He doesn’t remember… (Kisses him) Look what I brought you.

 

                   (Gives him the clay bottle. Wizman looks at it)

Wizman the boy: What is it?

Father: It’s a magic bottle.

Wizman the boy: What does it do?

Father: It will watch over you until you grow up.

Wizman the boy: What does it do?

Father: Get dressed, we’ll go get a soda pop. What do you say?

Wizman the boy: (Smiles happily) Yes!

Father: (To mother) I’ll just take a shower.

 

                   (Father exits)

 

Mother: Come on, let’s get dressed.

 

                   (Father returns, holding a tie. He’s shaking with rage)

 

Father: Who’s tie is this?! (He’s trying to control himself) Who’s tie is this?!

Mother: (Is scared. Tries to stay calm) Not now. We’ll talk about this later.

Father: Who’s tie is this?!

Mother: Drop it now, you promised the kid to take him out for a soda pop, so just do it now.

 

                   (Father approaches her and lashes out)

 

Father: You whore! (Beats her. She beats him back)

Mother: Don’t you dare lift your hand on me, you hear?!

Father: (At the same time) Whore!

Mother: I’ve had it with you. You get back and immediately start hitting me.

Father: (At the same time) Whore!

Mother: Get away from here!

Father: You get away from here! I won’t go anywhere, you will!

                  

                   (They exchange blows. Wizman the boy hides under the blanket)

 

Scene 5

Wizman: (From the hall, approaches the stage, hiding his embarrassment with a smile) Excuse me… (Father stops hitting mother, mother weeps)

Father: Damn it!

Wizman: Excuse me, hold on here, what are you doing? This isn’t right. My father never raised a finger on mother. (Goes on stage) Excuse me for… Where is the ong guy? (Nir and Hini enter the stage. Wizman turns to Nir) excuse me, you said “Wizman’s life”. People know me here, this is embarrassing for me. (Takes the tie from his father’s hand) This tie, where did you find this thing?

Father: In the shower.

Wizman: (Angry) Now stop it. I’m not playing these games with you.

Hini: Mr. Wizman, you went and left the stage for us. The show, as they say, must go on.

Wizman: Go on yes, but still…

Nir: On the other hand, maybe we’ve touched upon a touchy nerve here? Maybe it’s some sort of repressed reality?

Wizman: What reality have I repressed? What is this? My father never hit my mother.

Mother: (Through tears of fury) How do you know?!

Wizman: (Embarrassed by the actresses show of emotions) What do you mean?!

Mother: Did you know of his affairs?

Wizman: What affairs?

Mother: So you didn’t!

Wizman: Miss, my father had no affairs.

Mother: How can you say something like that?!

Wizman: I can and I do! (Brief pause) What affairs?! He’s just accused you of having an affair. This is crazy you don’t know what you’re doing. I mean, even the story… (Wizman goes back to the hall. His father behind him)

Father: She won’t stop lying. You just saw how she won’t stop lying didn’t you?

Wizman: Shh, excuse me, you as a character cheated on her?!

Father: Lies!!!! (Wizman goes back on stage. His father behind him)

Wizman: Did you betray him?

Mother: Lies!!!!

Wizman: You’re both lying!

Mother: Darling, I’m not lying. (To father) Don’t you dare say that I’m lying in front of the boy again, you scoundrel. You bastard. Tfu… (She spits on him. He spits back on her. She spits on him again) Did you see how he spat on me?!

Father: (Speaks over her) you’re lying! You’re defiling your own son’s soul with your lies. I sat in the desert for six months, burning body and soul for you and you stay in the city, live in this luxury and sleep with every piece of filth you meet on the street.

Mother: Don’t lie and don’t raise your voice at me, you hear?! 

Father: (Grabs the tie from Wizman’s hand) Who’s tie is this, whore?!

Wizman: Enough.

Father: (To Wizman) I find a tie in the shower…

Wizman: (Simultaneously) Yes, yes, but stop screaming.

Father: And she tells me not to raise my voice.

Mother: (To Wizman) Grandma hated him. Why?! Because of the things he did before the wedding. Things I don’t talk about to this day! Why did grandma tell me not to marry him?! You know nothing. I told you nothing. I was too ashamed to tell you.

                  

                   (Exits crying. Silence. Father kisses his forehead. Wizman cringes)

 

Father: I’ll leave the bottle with you.

Wizman: What bottle?

Father: Watch over it. (Exits)

Wizman: (To Nir) What does he want?

 

Scene 6

 

(Music. Hini silences Wizman and draws his attention to the bed. Nir exits. The light changes. Wizman the boy draws out the bottle his father had given him. The bottle trembles. Wizman the boy hides it under the blanket. The blanket trembles. Wizman the boy runs from the bed. The blanket moves, out comes the demon, standing on the bed)

Wizman the boy: Who are you?

Demon: I’m me.

Wizman the boy: You’re you?

Demon: Can you pick me up?

Wizman the boy: What?

Demon: I can pick you up.

Wizman the boy: I can pick you uptoo.

Demon: No you can’t.

Wizman the boy: Sure I can. (Wizman the boy approaches the demon and lifts him)

Demon: You’re strong.

Wizman the boy: Yes I am.

(They start a sort of dancing game, at the end of which they embrace)

Wizman the boy: You’re you?

Demon: I’m me.

Wizman the boy: You’re you?

Demon: I’m me. Always have been always will. Also when you won’t be you. Even when your father won’t be. I’ll still be.

Wizman the boy: My father won’t be? And I won’t be?

Demon: When you go to the kindergarten in the morning, your home leaves you, doesn’t it? When you return home, then it is that that leaves you, the kindergarten. When you speak it’s the voice, the voice which disappears in the silence, the rain leaves the cloud, the leaf falls from a tree, the sun sets, the moon rises, the flower withers, you grow, even tears dry up.

Wizman the boy: I don’t understand.

Demon: Everything moves. It’s called time.

Wizman the boy: Don’t go.

Demon: I’m in the bottle.

Wizman the boy: Do you sleep there?

Demon: I wake easily. (Returns to the bottle. Wizman the boy tries to stop him but he is left holding the bottle, whispering into it)

Wizman the boy: But I won’t be?

 

Scene 7

 

(A strange man enters, a distant roar. The stranger crosses the room. Stares at the boy who freezes in terror)

Wizman the boy: Mother…!

(Mother enters dressed in an evening gown)

Mother: Aren’t you sleeping?

Wizman the boy: You’re leaving?

Mother: No, I just got back. I’m here.

Wizman the boy: Tell me.

(Brief pause. Mother takes a book from the dresser, opens it, leafs through it, finds a random story)

Mother: Alright I will, but then you’re going straight to bed and going to sleep.

Wizman the boy: Ok.

Mother: (Reads) “The tale of Orpheus and his beloved”

“Orpheus was the greatest of the poets and played wondrously on his harp.  One day a snake bit his beloved wife Eurydice and she died. Orpheus who loved her very much, decided to do something which no man had done before him:

Mother and child together: To descend to the kingdom of the dead.

Wizman the boy: And bring her back to the land of the living.

Mother: That’s right. At the entrance to the kingdom of the dead, The three headed dog Careberus, guard to the kingdom of the dead, stopped him. But Orpheus sang and played to him, and the beautiful music melted the monsters heart. And let Orpheus pass to the dark kingdom.

Wizman the boy:  (Rises) Careberus had three heads like a dragon.

Mother: Yes. Hades lord of the kingdom allowed Orpheus to take Eurydice to the land of the living on one condition: That Orpheus not turn his head and not see her until they left the land of the dead. Eurydice followed her beloved Orpheus through the dark paths leading out of the kingdom of the dead, and he took great care not to turn back and look at her. But then, as the journey all but ended, Orpheus turned and looked…” (Closes the book. Brief pause) Enough. None the less they live together happily to this day. Now it’s time for bed…

(He gets up and she lays him down again and covers him)

Wizman the boy:  Why did he turn around?

Mother: No one knows. Now close your eyes and go to sleep.

(Leaves. A stranger passes)

Wizman the boy:  Mother!

(Enters)

Mother: What now?

Wizman the boy: Where’s dad?

Mother: You know that he left.

Wizman the boy:  He left?

Mother: You said goodbye to him.

Wizman the boy:  When?

Mother: Don’t you remember?

Wizman the boy:  I’m afraid.

Mother: What are you afraid of?

Wizman the boy:  The darkness.

Mother: But there’s no darkness here.

Wizman the boy:  It wants to come in. (She holds him)

Mother: The darkness is outside. Mother won’t let it in.

Wizman the boy:  Mother won’t let the darkness in.

(The courter comes in)

Courter: The boy doesn’t want to go to sleep.

Courter: Honey, I don’t understand English. (Goes to her and the boy) Your mother will come back soon. (Courter takes mother out. A stranger crosses the room and exits)

Scene 8

 

(Mother enters with the courter dancing. During the dance the courter interchanges with the two strange men the child had seen before. Finally the three surround her. Mother exits. The three courters remain. They turn to Wizman. Approach him. He goes down to the hall. The curtain drops.)

 

Scene 9

 

(Hini, Nir and Arieh stand before the curtain. They take off their hats and sunglasses)

Nir: What do you say?

Wizman: (Smiles, tries to hide his discomfort) Very nice, not my story, but nice.

Hini: What is your story?

Nir: You said that you watched your future wife through your mother’s binoculars. You didn’t tell us how you finale met.

(Pause)

Hini: Why don’t you tell us?

Wizman: I told you that I don’t want to talk about my wife. Can you please respect that?

Nir: Did she knock on your door one fine autumn night and ask: Why are you spying over me? Have you fallen in love with me? Do you want me? Did you strenuously deny this? Did she whisper desperately “I implore you, save me from my fate, I’m a captive in a dark castle but a cruel dragon…”

Wizman: Enough, enough, now come on! Look, my story is very simple and banal. Not material for a play, drop it. (Goes on stage) Are you interested in chicken broth?

Nir: I beg your pardon?

Wizman: One morning we met on the street, and talked. I was on my way to work. She was on her way to the university. The next day we met again and had a drink. One day I was ill and stayed home. She came to my room to check how I was. She came again after work and brought me chicken broth. That’s it. I’m sure you’ll find better stories than that. (Returns to his seat)

Nir: That is a banal story.

Wizman: I told you.

Nir: But also very inaccurate.

Wizman: What do you mean, inaccurate?

Nir: Let me tell you how you met your wife.

Wizman: No, no. I’ve seen your stories. I don’t want this.

Hini: Mr. Wizman, give us a chance.

Wizman: No, I must insist.

Nir: You said that she lived with someone and that you didn’t know who it was, right? You just saw his shadow.

Wizman: Yes.

Nir: (To Hini) I knew it.

Wizman: What did you know?!

Nir: I’ll remind you how you met your wife, and you and all the audience will hear it. You met her at her wedding.

Hini: You met at their wedding.

Nir: No, at her wedding. There was another groom.

Wizman: (In a panic) What is this nonsense?!

Nir: Do you remember that a friend once asked you to come to a wedding of a friend of hers?

Wizman: No I don’t.

Nir: I see, well, one doesn’t always remember. But it might have happened?

Wizman: Perhaps.

Nir: Thank you. Allow me to invite you to the small paradise in which you met your Eve.

(Music. The curtain is lifted. On stage – A garden. They go in. Nir picks a “flower” and gives it to Wizman, who tries to smell it, realizes that it has no smell and shows his disappointment) In any case you didn’t come to the wedding because of the groom or the bride. You didn’t even watch the ceremony but ate and drank. To ease the boredom, you walked around the garden and then you saw her. 

Wizman: Who?

Nir: Your neighbor from the window. It turns out that it was her wedding. You hid behind one of the bushes.

Come here. You stood here.

(Drags Wizman behind the bushes)

She came from the direction of the other guests.

(The beloved enters dressed in a wedding gown, passes by them and stops)

And then the strangest thing happened. She started to turn around.

(The beloved starts to turn around. Wizman starts back looking at her from the side)

You came out of the bushes and walked to her.

(Udi who plays The Young Wizman comes out of the bushes and approaches the bride)

The Young Wizman (To Erez) you approached her, because for some reason, you thought that this turning around was her way… to call out to you.

Nir: You drew closer…

(The Young Wizman draws closer to the bride)

The Young Wizman: But she went on turning around, drawing a seductive circle calling you inside it, and you imagined that she lifted her hands to you, like she was calling out for help, and at the same time the same circle blocked your way to her. You wanted to call out to her, to talk to her, but you didn’t even know her name.

Nir: You called to her – Hold it…

The Young Wizman: Hold it…!

Nir: But she continued, and then somehow, suddenly without you understand how or why, you were embracing each other…

(The beloved ceased abruptly to turn around and held The Young Wizman)

The Young Wizman: What… What are you doing…? Are you feeling well?

Nir: She looked left and right, and then drew you suddenly behind the bushes.

(The bride draws The Young Wizman behind the bushes and they disappear)

Wizman: Wow, I have to admit that’s a better story than the chicken broth.

Nir: Thank you.

Wizman: What’s more the chicken broth lacked chicken. It tasted good, I’m not saying it didn’t but still…

Nir: Forget the chicken broth. What happened behind the bushes?

Wizman: (Laughs) You’re asking me?

Nir: Mr. Wizman, who should I ask?

Wizman: Well, it isn’t my story.

Nir: Don’t be modest.

Wizman: (Tries to help) Was it before the ceremony or after?

Nir: Five minutes after.

Wizman: So what could have happened behind the bushes? I’m sure that a minute later three of the groom’s friends came and broke my bones.

Nir: Exactly.

Wizman: What do you mean?

Nir: That’s exactly what happened.

(They bring in a bed with The Young Wizman in it, a bandage on his head. He’s sleeping. The “Garden” is taken out.)

You woke up suddenly to an unexpected visit.

 

Scene 10

 

(The Young Wizman’s room. He is in bed sleeping. The beloved enters. She is holding a bowl of chicken soup. She approaches him)

 

The Beloved: Wizman… get up.

The Young Wizman: (Wakes up and sits ) Who’re you?

The beloved: Don’t you recognize me? I’m your neighbor. The bride. I brought you a bowl of chicken soup. (Serves him the bowl, he takes it, she looks around the room).

The Young Wizman: What are you doing here?

The beloved: I knocked, rang, you slept so deeply that you didn’t hear. So I climbed from the outside and came in through the bathroom window.

The Young Wizman: You came in through the bathroom window? (To himself) I have to bar it.

The beloved: It’s difficult to breathe here. One should open something.

(Walks to an imaginary window and opens it. Nir fans her)

The beloved: I’m sorry for what happened.

The Young Wizman: What are you sorry about?

The beloved: Don’t you remember?

The Young Wizman: No.

The beloved: Three of my husband’s friends broke your bones. Are you in pain? It isn’t just because of me is it?

The Young Wizman: What do you mean?

The beloved: Who watches me through this window every night? What girl can remain unmoved by such passion?

The Young Wizman: Aren’t you married?

The beloved: Of course I am, you were at my wedding after all.

The Young Wizman: A friend asked me to come…

The beloved: That doesn’t matter, I forgive you.

The Young Wizman: (Almost angrily) What do you forgive me for?

The beloved: Never mind. (Turns to him and undresses)

The Young Wizman: What are you doing?!

The beloved: I can’t resist your passion.

The Young Wizman: What are you talking about?

The beloved: I’m giving in to you. (She gets into bed, The Young Wizman runs from her, and stands looking at the bed) I admit that you arouse me. You’re charming. And don’t think that I don’t understand that our first attempt at my wedding scares you. It’s only natural that after a guy gets beaten up by the groom’s friends, he should be afraid to sleep with the bride. But… (suddenly she begins to moan with pleasure) Oh… My god…

The Young Wizman: What happened?

The beloved: That feels good…

The Young Wizman: What feels good (She slowly gets on her feet)

The beloved: My darling, my love, my knight… (The demon lifts her on his shoulders. He’s hidden by the blanket) Oh! Oh!

The Young Wizman: What’s this?

The beloved: Goes up and down three times) Ah! (The demon lowers her) Oh Wizi, wizi, wizi, ah… (They embrace, the demon reveals himself)

The demon: (To Wizman) Good morning!

The Young Wizman: Your demon replaced you.

The beloved: (They lie on the bed. The beloved on top of the demon) Ahh…

The Young Wizman: (To the demon) What are you doing here? (To Wizman) You ran from the bed and he…

The beloved: (They roll over) Ahh…

The Young Wizman: Excuse me but he…

The beloved: (In the demons arms) I love you, (In another tone) Save me, save me…

The Young Wizman: It was odd. At first you thought you misunderstood, but then she said it again…

The beloved: Save me, please save me!

The demon: (to The Young Wizman) say, don’t you want to join us?

The Young Wizman: What are you talking about, she’s married. I’ve already gotten beaten up.

The demon: You don’t know what you’re missing. (Groans with pleasure)

The beloved: Oh my love, my love… (Giggles)

The demon: Little tramp… (To The Young Wizman) She’s something…

(They cover themselves)

The Young Wizman: (To Wizman) You suddenly remember that the window was open. Why did she open the window? If you can watch her window her husband can watch yours! I quickly closed the window, but it was of course too late. I saw a shadow slip away in her window.

(Returns to the beloved, the demon has gone)

The beloved: (To The Young Wizman – calm and loving) Oh Wizi, that was so wonderful. What is the time? (She gets up and puts her clothes on) Eat the soup… (Waves to him and exits) Ahh… Bonjour!

The Young Wizman: Thank you. You can leave by the door… Save her from what? (The demon peeks from the blanket)

She’s mentally ill-

That’s for sure.

Her minds hazy.

Obviously

 

Beautiful at that

So what?

The Young Wizman: (Sings) A bit of a tramp?

Demon: What of that?!

The Young Wizman: Why is it that if someone likes me she has to come in through the window

Demon: Well, she is a bit deranged.

The Young Wizman: Of course. Insane-

Demon: Bonjour… Why is it that if someone likes you

Both of them: she has to suddenly come in through the window suddenly.

(The chorus comes in)

Chorus: Don’t be so pessimistic.

Think happy thoughts,

Try to be optimistic

Life can make you distraught

Wizman, one has to be dynamic

Don’t scratch your balls

Move your ass and be quick

Cause life won’t wait as all.

The Young Wizman: Insane | Well she’s a bit deranged

Obviously | Bonjour

That’s that | Don’t be so pessimistic

Beautiful at that

So what? | Think happy thoughts,

A bit of a tramp-

The demon + The Young Wizman: Why is it | Try to be optimistic

that if someone likes you

she has to suddenly | Life can make you distraught

come in through the window | So what?

                                                            |obviously

Well she is a bit deranged | Wizman, one has to be dynamic

                                                | Don’t scratch your balls

Bonjour | That’s for sure

Why is it that if someone likes me/you | Insane

She has to suddenly come in through the window | Wizman, Don’t scratch your balls

Cause life won’t wait as all | Move your ass

                                                Cause life doesn’t wait

                                                Try to be optimistic

                                                Cause life doesn’t wait

(At the end of the song, the sound of a window breaking is heard and then something falls next to The Young Wizman. He goes and picks up a stone wrapped in paper. He opens the note and walks over to Wizman showing it to him)

The Young Wizman: (Reading) Come visit me tomorrow at 7 pm. Bonjour.

 

Scene 11

 

Nir: Are you nervous?

Wizman: (Laughs) Me? Sure.

Nir: That is understandable. Such an invitation.

Wizman: (Laughs) Sure sure. And such a bonjour… (The actors laugh)

Hini: Can I offer you a glass of Vodka?

Wizman: Why not? Is it included in the ticket price?

(Yoav leaves)

Wizman: That was a nice song. Could you do the chorus again?

Don’t so be pessimistic.

Think happy thoughts,

Try to be optimistic

Life can make you distraught

Wizman, one has to be dynamic

Don’t scratch your balls

Move your ass and be quick

Cause life won’t wait as all.

Vitali: Cause life won’t wait.

(The actors crowd around the bed. Yoav returns with the Vodka, hands glasses around and pours)

The Young Wizman: Insane | Well she’s a bit deranged

Obviously | Bonjour

That’s that | Don’t be so pessimistic

Beautiful at that

So what? | Think happy thoughts,

A bit of a tramp-

The demon + The Young Wizman: Why is it | Try to be optimistic

that if someone likes you

she has to suddenly | Life can make you distraught

come in through the window | So what?

                                                            |obviously

Well she is a bit deranged | Wizman, one has to be dynamic

                                                | Don’t scratch your balls

Well she’s a bit deranged-

                                                Obviously

                                                Insane

Wizman: Bonjour (the actors clap)

Why is it that if someone likes me/you  Chorus: Wizman, don’t scratch your  

 she has to suddenly                                                             balls

Come on through the window                                 Move your ass

The demon: Cause life won’t wait                           Life won’t wait

                                                                                    Try to be optimistic

Nir: Cheers!

Everyone: Cheers!

Nir: To Wizman!

Hini: To our audience!

Wizman: Thank you. I like it here.

Hini: Are you enjoying yourself?

Wizman: Yes. I was a bit nervous at first, but I got used to it by now. You know, maybe I could be an actor too.

Hini: It’s never too late.

Wizman: (To Udi) So, are you going to her flat at seven p.m.?

Hini: Why don’t you tell us? Did you?

Wizman: Why not? If that’s what happened in the morning, I can’t begin to imagine what’d happen in the evening.

(They laugh)

Hini: Another shot?

Wizman: Why not, why not? (Drinks)

Why don’t we do the song again?

Nir: I’m afraid that we might bore the audience a little. And we must go on with the story. We want to hear more about you and your wife.

Wizman: Sir! My wife is dead! I am a widower! (Pause) Wizman’s life… I don’t mind you calling your play that, although between us all this hasn’t been Wizman’s life. I mean, not mine anyway. On second thoughts, maybe I’m not me either.

(They laugh)

I’m not used to drinking so much.

Hini: Tell me, what would you call “Wizman’s life”?

(Sharon comes in. Nir walks to her. She whispers something in his ear)

Nir: What? (pause) What is it? (pause) Can’t it wait? (To the actors and Wizman) Please excuse me for a moment.

(To the audience) At this stage, Sharon asked me to go to the artists entrance. An old woman waited for me there (Ora Wizman enters the stage) Grey hair, dark dress.

(The curtain drops behind him and Ora Wizman)

 

Scene 12

 

(Ora Wizman, old, dressed in a dark dress, grey hair)

Nir: Yes ma’am, can I help? We’re in the middle of a play.

Ora Wizman: Yes yes, I’m seeing the play.

(She takes an identity card from her purse and gives it to him)

Please look at that.

(He looks at the card)

Nir: Your name is Ora Wizman?

Ora Wizman: Yes it is.

Nir: Are you his sister?

Ora Wizman: I am his wife.

Nir: But he said he was a widower.

Ora Wizman: Do I look like a ghost?

Nir: No.

Ora Wizman: So he isn’t a widower then.

Nir: Then why did he say he was?

Ora Wizman: We live separately, but dead I’m very much alive.

Nir: What does that mean?

Ora Wizman: In the same flat, but separately, sleep and eat separately, when we go to the theatre we travel together, but enter the hall separately, sit separately and return separately to the car, to go back home together….

Nir: That’s strange. Why do you do that?

Ora Wizman: Call him. Bring him here and ask him. And stop cooperating with this charade.

Nir: But why would he say he’s a widower?

Ora Wizman: (Brief pause) He’s ashamed of me.

Nir: What is he ashamed of? (Pause. She stretches out her hand, her hand is shaking) What is this?

Ora Wizman: (Withdraws her hand) It’s the first time I’ve heard him say that he’s a widower.

Nir: But the shaking, what is that?

Ora Wizman: I don’t know.

Udi: (Comes in) What’s up?

Nir: I’ll be right there. (To the woman) Have you seen someone about this?

Ora Wizman: He’s taken me to doctors, tests. There is no physical reason, it just began one day. And that’s it. (To Udi, smiling) Hello.

Udi: Hello.

Ora Wizman: I’m Ora Wizman. (They shake hands, she turns to go) Thank you for listening to me and sorry for disturbing you. I didn’t mean to but… Maybe it scares him. I don’t know, he’s no hero. (Turns around, to Udi) I haven’t found the right person for your play. I’m no hero either. I used to be young and beautiful, like the actress playing me. He fell in love with me, from afar at first, he did look at me through binoculars, then from a bit closer… I fell in love with him. That’s that. (To Nir) Now we’re both old and hate one another. But to sit in the hall and hear him say that he’s a widower, that’s too much. (To Udi) Good bye. (Turns to leave again)

Nir: Wait. Would you mind coming with us?

Ora Wizman: Where?

Nir: Please come. (To Udi) Take her to the dressing room.

(Ora and Udi exit. Nir addresses the audience)

When I returned to the stage, Wizman and the actors were embroiled in a heated debate.

(The curtain rises)

 

Scene 13

 

(The three actors talk simultaneously)

Arieh: Wizman’s life.

Hini: Of course. You’ll see. Of course.

Yoav: Why not? It’s a shame.

Wizman: Wizman’s life? This isn’t Wizman’s life!

Hini: What would you call Wizman’s life??

Wizman: What would I call Wizman’s life?? Wizman’s life. My life is my life.

Hini: And what do they include?

Wizman: They include everything they include.

Hini: What?

Wizman: What I’ve lived through.

Hini: Such as…?

Wizman: My being born, my  mother waking me on Saturday afternoon, my father coming back from the army, but not…

Hini: And the thoughts you think as well, wouldn’t you agree?

Wizman: My thoughts? Yes, my thoughts too.

Hini: And dreams?

Wizman: Dreams?

(Hini refills Wizman’s glass)

Hini: When you were a boy you dreamt a scary dream, didn’t you wake up startled, and think about it all day?

Wizman: Yes I did.

Hini: So that dream influenced your life.

Wizman: Yes it did.

Hini: And today?

Wizman: It’s the same.

Hini: So your dream is included in your life.

Wizman: I suppose so…

(Wizman drinks)

Hini: And the memories?

Wizman: Memories?

Hini: What do you miss?

Wizman: What do I miss? I miss what I no longer have.

Hini: And do you no longer have? (To the others) Bring the mirror.

Wizman: What mirror?

(Yoav and Arieh exit. Brief pause)

Hini: Someone’s watching you.

Wizman: What?

Hini: Haven’t you noticed?

Wizman: Why?

Hini: Someone’s watching you.

Wizman: Who’s watching me?

Hini: You’re soon see.

Wizman: Who’s watching me?

Hini: Someone you miss… Light! (A mirror is brought in)

(Change of light)

Look in the mirror

(Wizman approaches the mirror)

What do you see?

Wizman: What do I see? (Brushes his hair) I see myself.

Hini: (Quietly) Turn your back to it. Pretend that you looking at the audience. (Wizman turns his back to the mirror)

And now, slowly turn your gaze back, slowly so he doesn’t slip away.

(Wizman turns his gaze. Music. And now the young Wizman stares back at him from the mirror) you see him? He’s coming after you. He’s the one you miss. He who walks the path you didn’t, because you lacked the courage, followed ideas you forsook because you lacked the strength, chased a love you didn’t because you didn’t dare. He still walks that path, the one you miss, the one who is still a part of your life as you confessed.

(The young Wizman slowly disappears, the music stops, Wizman circles the mirror, trying to understand how it works)

Wizman: Where is he?

Hini: He can only be seen if you look backwards.

(Wizman looks back)

Hini: You’re looking in the wrong place.

Wizman: Where is he?

Hini: In the mirror

(Wizman examines the mirror again)

Wizman: There must be some trick to this.

Hini: No trick, it’s theatre. (Music. The beloveds flat is brought in)

 

Scene 14

 

(The table is set. Three chairs, cutlery, wine, a golden bread basket. The mirror is dark. The doorbell rings)

The beloved: (Outside) It’s open.

(The young Wizman and the demon peep inside. Hini drags Wizman behind the mirror. The demon pushes Wizman inside. Wizman looks around, he looks at the table)

The young Wizman: Mmm… What a great smell, I’m glad I didn’t eat before I came.

The demon takes a bouquet of flowers from his sleeve and pushes into The young Wizman’s hands)

But I don’t really know her. (The demon exits)

The beloved: (Enters, approaches him, takes the bouquet) Real flowers!

The young Wizman: I just wanted to say that I came out of curiosity.

The beloved: (Sofly) Save me.

(The husband peeps from behind)

The husband: You’re a man of small details.

The beloved: Ah! This is Kerber – my husband.

The young Wizman: Glad to meet you.

The husband: You’re a man of small details.

(Brief pause)

The young Wizman: Excuse me?

The husband: Listen. (The beloved leaves)

(The young Wizman tries to listen)

Can you hear?

The young Wizman: No.

The husband: Silence.

The young Wizman: Yes.

The Husband: You can’t escape it.

(Rises and approaches The young Wizman)

The music of terror.

The young Wizman: What?

The husband: Silence.

One searches for refuge in details but it’s hopeless. We’re surrounded by an ocean of silence, sitting in our rooms and thinking that the small details will protect us from a flood – Illusion.

The young Wizman: What do you call details?

The husband:

The husband: A set table, a clean bed, a starched shirt, an ironed vest, a daily schedule, a daily schedule, a daily schedule. Details. Closing the gaps, so the silence doesn’t creep in.

Imagine what it looks like? The silence. Can you do that? Void.

The young Wizman: Void?

The husband: Void.

The young Wizman: Void. 

The husband: No earth, no sky, no flower, no human being. Darkness and void. From silence we come, to silence we shall return.

The beloved: (Enters) Kerber darling, would you get the wine? It’s on the marble shelf.

The husband: Look at her – An illusion of happiness. (Serves the bread basket) Some bread?

The young Wizman:: Thank you. To satiate the hunger.

The beloved: It’s solid gold!

The young Wizman: (Tries to bite) It’s solid gold!

The husband: (Laughs) have you seen my tobacco pouch?

The beloved: No, dear

(Exits)

The young Wizman: Charming man, your husband.

The beloved: He’s a dragon. And he has three heads.

 

Scene 15

 

(The husband enters)

 

The husband: The wine!

(Passes behind the mirror, on the other side husband 2 comes out, dressed identically as husband 1. In his hand is a golden wine bottle)

Husband 2: You drink I hope.

The young Wizman: (To the audience) oh dear…

Husband 2: Wine also breaks the silence.

(Pours the wine like a bartender, but the bottle’s empty. Raises the glasses. To the beloved) To your journey!

The young Wizman: (Astounded) What journey?

Husband 2: She’s leaving. My wife. (To the beloved) Didn’t you tell him?

The young Wizman: When?

Husband 2: In the morning. Tomorrow morning.

The beloved: (Almost imploringly) I could stay for a couple more days.

Husband 2: In the morning. Tomorrow morning.

The young Wizman: For how long?

Husband 2: He asks for how long. Ha!

(Darkness)

The young Wizman: Darkness.

The beloved: Short circuit. I’ll flick the switch.

(Exits in the dark. Husband 2 lights a lighter, his face and The young Wizman’s are lit)

Husband 2: So how was it?

The young Wizman: How was what?

Husband 2: How was what? The soup, how was it?

The young Wizman: What soup?! What are you talking about…?

Husband 2: You don’t know what I’m talking about? I know what you’re talking about!

(The light’s turned back on)

Light.

The beloved: (Returns) The soup will be ready any moment.

Husband 2: Ah, here is my tobacco pouch.

(Bends under the table)

The beloved: Do you know the story of Orpheus.

The young Wizman: Orpheus?

The beloved: He goes down to hell to save his love.

(The first husband barks, stands up and places the pouch in his pocket)

The husband: (Wizman sits down) Why is he looking back?

The young Wizman: What?

The husband: The God of the dead, agrees that she follow him to the land of the living, on the condition that throughout the journey he not look back. Why do you think does he turn back?

The young Wizman: Um….

The beloved: Kerber honey, the soup is ready.

The husband: He hesitates, that’s the whole story. He hesitates.

The beloved: The soup is burning.

The husband: The soup is getting over cooked. (The husband exits. The young Wizman turns to leave)

The beloved: Save me.

(She goes to The young Wizman. Holds him. They kiss. The start to exit the stage. The demon walks across the stage, trying to warn The young Wizman. He doesn’t understand. The demon exits. Before The young Wizman leaves it seems as though someone grabs his hand. A barking sound is heard. The young Wizman frees himself, retreats and returns to the room, in his wake husband 3)

 

Scene 16

 

(The young Wizman falls back in a panic)

The young Wizman: (To himself) Another one.

(Husband 3 enters, the beloved follows him)

Husband 3: (Threateningly) What do you want?

The young Wizman: What do I want?

Husband 3: What do you want with my daughter

The young Wizman: Your daughter?!?

The beloved: I am not his daughter.

Husband 3: My child.

The beloved: I am not his child.

Husband 3: Why did you come?

The beloved: I invited him. I told you that I invited him.

The young Wizman: She invited me, your child, daughter, you invited me.

Husband 3: You want her?

The young Wizman: No, I’m your neighbor. You can see my window from yours…

Husband 3: Our window can be seen from yours too then.

The young Wizman: Of-course. I see where you’re going with that, but look, I don’t really know her…

Husband 3: You were at our wedding.

The young Wizman: By chance, a friend asked me to accompany her.

Husband 3: You took her behind the bushes, my beloved…

The young Wizman: I didn’t take! I was taken.

Husband: You want my wife.

The young Wizman: No I don’t.

Husband 3: If you take my wife from me, you’ll be my wife.

The young Wizman: What do you mean?

Husband 3: If you take my wife from me, you’ll be my wife.

The young Wizman: I heard you I didn’t understand you.

Husband 3: You didn’t understand me?

The young Wizman: No, I didn’t understand you.

Husband 3: What you want to do to her… I’ll do to you.

The young Wizman:  (Tries to giggle, very scared) You’re kidding.

Husband 3: Not at all. (Husband 3 opens his pants zipper)

The young Wizman:  Oh dear… !

(He attacks The young Wizman, pushes him to the floor. The young Wizman fights with all his strength)

The beloved: Let him go!

The young Wizman: Leave me alone. Help! Help!

The beloved: Let him go, you animal.

(He manages to escape under the table. Husband 3 tries to catch him under the table. The young Wizman comes out from the other side, husband 2 follows him)

 

Scene 17

 

Husband 2: (Closes his zipper) you’re mad with passion, huh?

The beloved: (To husband 2) you should be ashamed, is this how one treats guests?

Husband 2: He’s mad with passion. Just wants to touch. To touch her. The hands, the white hands, the throat, the shoulders, the red kips. Just to touch. In the street among people, in bed alone at night, a breath of wind, a car passes, footfalls on the staircase. Everything is her, just her, to her, on her, her, just her. Mad with passion.

The young Wizman: I’m mad?

Husband 2: Something will happen soon. The magic will break. You’ll love her more and want her less. That’s the curse. Her body will become mundane, worn. Touch will become routine. Her body scent, which seems to you today as the smell of earth after rain will become all too familiar, suffocating, like a room which must be aired after a night’s sleep. Pay close attention to what I say! Some wishes are better left unfulfilled. A man must always keep a certain distance from his happiness. When you get too close, you become nauseous. (To the beloved) We must finish packing.

(Exits)

The beloved: (Looks at The young Wizman) This time it’s the snake that bit Orpheus.

The young Wizman: I’m feeling a bit strange, I’m leaving.

The beloved: I won’t be here tomorrow.

The young Wizman: I have the strange feeling that I’m dreaming.

The beloved: And do you love me in the dream?

The young Wizman: In the dream, I’m hungry. Starving. The bread’s made of gold, the soup was over cooked.

The beloved: Look in the mirror.

(Wizman walks over to the mirror)

What do you see?

The young Wizman: I see myself.

The beloved: Look again.

(The young Wizman looks in the mirror again. This time the old Wizman stares back at him) He’s here too. Constantly accompaying you. The adult Wizman, the old one of years to come. Don’t forget him. He’s waiting for you. One day he will need you. He’s watching you, don’t make him feel ashamed.

(Takes a knife from the table and offers it to him)

The capacity to love is at times the courage to kill.

(He comes to her and takes the knife)

 

Scene 18

 

(The husband comes in, places a suitcase by the entrance)

The husband: I’ve packed the suitcase.

(Stares at The young Wizman) Little Orpheus, if I were to tell you to take her now, take my wife, love her, she’s yours. I’ll go by myself. I’ll go by myself tomorrow.  All you have to say to her is – Come. But I warn you, should you ever feel the slightest doubt, a grain of hesitation, the tiniest instant of regret, you’ll lose yourself as well. Forever. Would you dare say to her – Come?

(Brief pause. He sits at the table, now The young Wizman is behind him, knife in hand)

One look behind you, that’s all it takes. In one word: Hesitation.

The beloved: Thus spake the snake.

The husband: The real snake is time. It bites us at birth, and poison spreads till old age.

(Brief pause. Smiling as though he saw the knife from behind him)

A dragon has more than three heads.

(Simultaneously – the husband gets up. Walks back. Husband 2 comes on stage, sits in instead of the husband. Husband 3 comes out from under the table, walks behind the mirror. They speak in canon)

Husband: Many more. Stick the knife in the wrong head – and you’re done for. You’re finished.

husband 2:     Many more. Stick the knife in the wrong head – and you’re done for. You’re finished.

Husband 3:                Many more. Stick the knife in the wrong head – and you’re done for. You’re finished.

(The young Wizman)

The young Wizman: Why do I get this feeling that I’m in a dream I can’t wake up from?

The beloved: You must not wake up.

The husband: You must wake up.

(The light changes slowly)

The beloved: The dawn is upon us. I shall be leaving soon. This is your last chance to do something.

The young Wizman: I am sleeping.

The beloved: Don’t wake up. There are things which can only be done in sleep.

(The light comes down on The young Wizman and husband and remains only on the beloved’s face. She sings)

 

Don’t wake my love

To wake from a dream is to die

Darkness my love

Is also something of an option

 

Don’t wake my love

In the mirror awaits the end

There is no rush my love

For the end is always an unhappy end

 

I love you

I love you

(The light goes up on The young Wizman’s room. In the bed The old Wizman sleeps, beside him sits the beloved)

 

Don’t wake my love

To wake from a dream is to die

The heart is a childish organ

Which is at times lonely

(From behind, Nir leads Ora Wizman who looks at her sleeping husband. They both leave)

My love my love

A sad old tune calls out to you

From slumber dreaming all night through

I love you

I love you

 

Scene 19

 

(Wizman sits down on the bed, he looks a bit drunk)

Wizman: (Smiles, embarrassed) I fell asleep. It’s the vodka. I’m not that used to drinking. A coffee would help.

The beloved: (Outside) Kerber honey, black without sugar.

Wizman: (Looks to his left and right) Has it happened to you that you woke up from a heavy sleep and not remember where you are? Sometimes I feel as though I’m in my old flat, or even the room I had as a child…. It takes time to adjust.

(Pause)

Where are the other actors?

The beloved: Preparing for the last scene.

Wizman: Already? (Looks at his watch, (Husband 2 comes in, holding a small tray with coffee and cakes) Ah there you are, I was asking about you.

Husband 2:  (Serves him the tray, ignores him and turns to the beloved) Will you be detained for much longer?

The beloved: Give us a moment.

Husband 2: You’re giving him false hope. He’s awake. People like him can do something only when they’re asleep. When they wake up they start checking on the stock market.

Wizman: Are you talking about me?

Husband 2: Please hurry up.

(Husband 2 exits. Wizman raises his shoulders as though saying: “I don’t understand”)

Wizman: (Tries to drink the coffee) What’s this? Is the coffee made of gold too?

The beloved: Everything’s made of gold here.

Wizman: I’ve got to be honest; This play, until now, I don’t understand a word.

The beloved: Try to hear to the melody.

Wizman: What melody?

The beloved: You can hear noise and you can hear notes.

Wizman: That’s true.

The beloved: The notes gradually form a melody.

Wizman: I got that too.

The beloved: It’s difficult to explain more than that.

The husband: (Looks at Wizman) what a waste of time. (Takes the coffee and cookies from Wizman) The boat is waiting.

Te beloved: Just a minute.

(The husband exits)

Wizman: A boat? Are you sailing off for a vacation?

The beloved: (Laughs sadly) you don’t get anything do you?

Wizman: What?

The beloved: We aren’t going to see each other again.

(Pause)

It’s strange that people can be separated that easily.

Wizman: I don’t understand. It’s a pity that you don’t write a synopsis in the evening program. Travel… Separation… These words evoke sadness, but…

The beloved: But your heart hasn’t shattered into small pieces.

(Brief pause)

Why don’t you help me with my suitcase?

(he gets up from the bed, staggers and almost falls down)

Wow, that Vodka’s still affecting me.

(he walks over to the suitcase, and picks it up)

It’s very light.

The beloved: (With sadness) Yes, it is.

Wizman: What are you taking with you?

(Brief pause)

The beloved: A dress.

Wizman: A dress?!

The beloved: Want to see it?

Wizman: Just a dress?

The beloved: Open it.

(He opens the suitcase, and is shocked. He takes out Ora Wizman’s dress)

The beloved: Do you like it?

Wizman: I know someone who had a dress like this one.

The beloved: Who?

Wizman: Never mind.

The beloved: Would you like me to wear it?

Wizman: (Embarrassed) No that wouldn’t be necessary.

The beloved: (The beloved takes the dress from the suitcase) Why not? I would like you to see me in this dress. I would like you to tell me if it suits me. I would like you to tell me that I’m beautiful, beautiful also when I’m wearing this dress.

Wizman: Go ahead then.

The beloved: Just a moment.

(Walks to the mirror. He waits for her)

Just a minute.

Wizman: I have time.

The beloved: I’m done.

(Ora Wizman comes out from behind the mirror. Wizman is shocked.)

Ora Wizman: Is it beautiful to you?

(Pause)

You don’t say anything?

(Pause)

You don’t like it.

(Pause)

I’ll change back.

(Turns to leave. Stops)

Save me.

(Exits. Wizman sits on the bed slowly. The beloved returns as before. She holds the dress in her hand)

The beloved: Well, I’m sorry you didn’t like it. But this is the dress I’m going to wear over there.

(She puts the dress back in the suitcase and closes it)

Husband 3: (From the outside) Ora, are you coming? (Enters)

The beloved: (To Wizman) You have the knife yet you do nothing?

Wizman: What knife?

Husband 3: (Chortles) Knife you tell him? For a knife one needs inspiration. A feeling in the fingers. This is someone who wears gloves against life. People like him walk on sidewalks to forget the earth. His blood cries out from the earth and he doesn’t hear it. Sales, he hears. He strangles life, freezes them, packs it into small portions so it’ll be easier for him to use.

Think to yourself. Without the stage, what would we do without the vibrancy? We would strangle him from the inside as he strangles love, breathes small breaths, takes tiny bites, he must have a pace maker in case he gets excited. And you expect someone like that to think of death… (Exits)

The beloved: He’s right. Strange that people can break away themselves so easily, that their heart doesn’t shatter into a million particles.

(Exits)

 

Scene 20

 

Music – Variations on the death dance by SaintsSaens.

Young Wizman climbs out of bed, and lies on it. He wakes, gets up and takes the bottle from Wizman and exits.]

The three husbands come in with the beloved. They lead her from the stage out to stage left. The young Wizman enters in their wake. He exits.

The mother comes in. She puts Wizman to bed, hugs him and his father comes in. He brings Wizman the big bottle, pushes Wizman’s hands away and places the bottle above the bed. The father and mother exit.

The demon leaves the bed, Wizi gets up. The demon checks the surface. Takes the bottle from Wizman. Father and mother exit.

The demon comes out of the bed, Wizi gets up. The demon looks around. Takes the bottle from Wizman, and exits behind the mirror.

Husband 3 enters. Searches for the bottle. Exits.

The demon returns and gives Wizman the bottle back. Leaves.

The three husbands enter, Wizman hides the bottle, the husbands spread out on the stage.

The young Wizman comes in and takes the bottle from Wizman. The three husbands capture him and drag him out.

The demon stands before them and grabs the bottle, giving it to Wizman. The bed is taken out. The demon moves the mirror, lights wash the stage. The three husbands enter with flashlights blinding Wizman. He falls on the floor and crawls to the side.

The mirror is in the center stage. The demon leads Wizman to it. Takes the bottle from him.

The beloved appears behind the mirror. Wizman approaches her. She disappears. He moves the mirror. The mirror is pushed back.

Behind the mirror another mirror is discovered. The beloved appears behind it.  Wizman approaches her. She disappears.

Wizman turns the mirror. The beloved is discovered. Wizman goes behind her. Young Wizman enters from the side. The beloved and Wizman disappear. Wizman leaves from the other side of the mirror. The young Wizman walks behind the mirror.

He appears behind the mirror. Wizman approaches him. He disappears.

Wizman turns the mirror and moves it. Behind it husband 3 appears. Husband 3 moves forward with the mirror. Wizman falls back. Husband 3 disappears.

The mirrors moves. Wizman moves between them.

In the front mirror the young Wizman appears. Wizman approaches him. Wizman moves the mirror. At first the young Wizman moves with him, then he disappears.

The mirror is moves and exposes the young Wizman and the beloved holding hands.

The mirror is brought back. Both mirrors are next to one another with a space between them. The beloved leads young Wizman behind the left mirror. On the way young Wizman extends his hand to Wizman and leads him too. They moves behind the mirror.

At the same time the old mother is wheeled on a wheel chair by Hini along the back of the stage.

The beloved exits, leading Wizman. The walk behind the right mirror.

The demon leads Wizman out.

A table and chair are brought to the stage. The demon leads Wizman to the back stage.

The mirrors are brought to one another. The demon leads Wizman behind them. The mirrors close against one another.

The mirrors move. Behind them mother and father appear on wheelchairs.

They are pushed in wheelchairs to the table.

 

Scene 21

 

(The dining table is empty. Father and mother sit by the table in wheelchairs. Hini and Nir stand behind them. The doorbell rings)

The beloved: (From outside) It’s open!

(Wizman enters, he;s pushed by the demon, looks right and left)

The demon: The dining table set for dinner, the gate to the kingdom of the dead.

Father: Whose tie was it?!

I’m asking you whose tie it was?!

Mother: Not now. We’ll discuss this later.

The demon: Lose hope, all those who enter here. (The demon exits)

Father: Whose tie was it?!

Mother: Leave it, you’d promised the kid to get a soda pop with him.

Father: You whore! You slut!

Mother: You’re a slut!

Father: (Simultaneously) Whore!

Mother: (Simultaneously) I’m fed up with you!

Father: (Simultaneously) Slut!

Mother: Go away, go away!

Father: You go away! Not I, you go away!

(The demon pushes the young Wizman inside, and enters)

The young Wizman: They’re still fighting…

Mother: Did you know about his affairs?!

Father: She goes on lying. She just won’t stop.

Mother: Don’t you dare call me a liar before the boy, you bastard. You creep.

Father: (Cuts her off) Lies, lies, lies! You’re contaminating the boys soul with your lies. I sat in the desert for six months, burning my body and soul for you and you stay in the city, in this luxury and sleep with every shit that you meet.

Mother: Don’t lie, and don’t raise your voice at me, you hear?!

Father: Whose tie was it you whore?!

The young Wizman: Enough, enough! 

Father: I find a tie in the shower and she tells me not to raise my voice.

The demon: Death isn’t what we think. Not a cold white body, but time stopping.

(Hini and Nir take out father and mother who carry on fighting on their way out)

Mother: (To Wizman) Gandma hated him. Why did she hate him? Because of the things he did before the wedding, things I don’t talk of to this day. Why did she tell me not to wed him?! You know nothing. I didn’t tell you. I was ashamed.

Father: (Simultaneously) whose tie was it?! Whose tie was it?! I’m asking you something you hag, whose tie was it?!

(The exit, brief pause)

The demon: (Brings a chair to Wizman) Sit.

(Wizman sits down. Nir kneels before Wizman)

Nir: I want to apologize to you.

(Pause)

We surprised you. We caused you pain. You know what actors are like, when we smell a drama, it’s difficult to resist.

(Wizman says nothing. Nir gets up. The demon places another chair on the other side of the table. The beloved brings in Ora Wizman and sits her. Wizman and his wife do not look at one another. The demon exits)

To the woman: Tell us about the hand shaking.

Ora: It started by the dinner table. (The demon enters with a vase full of water and glass wine glasses. He gives them to the beloved) Wizman asked me to pour him some wine.

(The beloved pours some wine. The water becomes red.)

We would drink a glass of red wine every evening.

It was a short time after Wizmans parents died. First his mother and a short time later, his father. To be honest, we both heaved a sigh of relief. They drove us crazy. Both and each one of them. I loved Wizman and he loved me so I thought that we could live a bit now. A bit late but as they say…

Nir: You poured the wine.

Ora: When I served him the glass my hand trembled a little and the wine spilled on the white napkin.

(The demon takes out a white napkin with a big red stain on it. He spreads it out and puts it on the table next to Wizman. The beloved places the glass on the napkin)

Wizman said, don’t worry, it’ll come off in the laundry. But the image of the red stain shook him)

The next morning when he left, Wizman left every morning at seven thirty, I kissed him on the cheek I took his hand in mine and he said: What is this, are you trembling?

The trembling continued over the next couple of days and we went to doctors and consultations, but I didn’t need them to know what had happened, and neither did Wizman. And it shook him.

Nir: What is it?

Ora: What shook him? The panic. My panic. Of old age. Of the weariness. Of the back pains. The feet, like before giving birth.

(Brief pause)

Old age is the pregnancy of death.

But death is something no-one really wants. They start to drift away, everyone, our boy’s gone, acquaintances have disappeared, and now of all time, when you need someone to hold you trembling hand, to hold you, someone on whose shoulder you can rest your head, now, your husband, your friend… Panics. (Smiles slightly) Death is something one waits for alone. But you’ve already heard it, (To Wizman) I’m already dead.

Nir: You’re alive.

Ora: So to speak.

(Pause. The demon approaches Ora. Raises her to her feet and starts dancing with her)

The demon: (To Wizman) Say, don’t you want to join us?

Save her. You hear me?! Save her! (Approaches Wizman. The beloved continues turning around)

Save yourself.

Wizman: I can’t.

The demon: Touch her. Let her touch you.

Wizman: I can’t.

(The demon pushes the table back. The bottle is exposed from under it. Pause. The young Wizman approaches the woman, joins her circling. They embrace)

We are all dragon heads. One big dragon. We are so full of good intentions. I wonder when we turn into dragons. Give me your knife.

(Wizman looks at him questioningly)

In your pocket.

(Wizman puts his hand in his pocket and finds the knife the beloved gave the young Wizman, he hands it to the demon)

The dragon has more than three heads. Many more. One has to know which head to use in order to use the knife otherwise you’re lost.

(The demon approaches the young Wizman and stabs him in the back)

The young Wizman: I won’t be?

The beloved approaches Wizman and embraces him)

The demon: (To young Wizman as he falls to the floor) The rain leaves the cloud, the leaf falls from the tree, the sun sets, the moon rises. It’s called time.

(He stabs the beloved. She falls)

Wizman: What are you doing?! What is the meaning of all this?!

(Ora Wizman approaches Wizman carefully. He draws away. The demon places a chair behind him, he sits on it as though compelled to. She stands beside him. Nir places a chair next to them. She sits down. She rests her head on his shoulder. Slowly he puts his hand on her shoulder. She strokes his face. Then she feels the change. She slowly stretches out her hand. It no longer trembles. Wizman holds his wife’s hand. They get up and walk off the stage)

(The beloved and the young Wizman sit in their places)

 

Scene 22

 

Nir: Mr. Wizman!

(Wizman stops in his tracks but does not look back. Nir puts on the dragons sun glasses)

Don’t look back now, not until you get back home.

(Wizman and Ora smile to one another, and walk on towards the exit from the hall. Young Wizman and the beloved get up. To the audience)

I felt as though I were Hades, God of the dead, (Hini and Arieh enter the stage) The biggest dragon of the them all, left behind in his gloomy world, waiting peacefully, for Orpheus’ failure. You know, that’s how actors are, when we smell a drama…

We prepared a short farewell song, we didn’t sing it then but we’ll sing it now. (First chords of the dragon song) The dragon’s song to his beloved who has gone:

The three husbands: love love love, beloved love love

                                                          beloved love love beloved love love

The demon and the three husbands: You’re loved

                                                              You’re loved

                                                            I wanted only you

                                                            I dreamt only of you.

                                                            You told me to come and place

                                                            Your lips on mine

                                                            And now you forget.

The demon: You’re loved

The three husbands: beloved love love

The demon: You’re loved.

                                                You called me day (2 husband joins in) and night

                                                And knew how to fight (husband 3 joins in)

                                                For what you knew was right (The husband joins in)

                                                That I’d do as you say

                                                You said to me: You… (The husband stops singing)

Sigh and pain (Husband 2 stops singing)

In your embrace

The demon and three husbands: And now you’re gone without a trace

                                                Beloved

Three husbands: beloved love love.

The demon (Simultaneously) You’re loved, oh you’re loved, you’re loved.

The three husbands: Nothing will remain

                                    As it was before

                                    I have no clue

                                    As to what I’ll do then.

                                    In my heart it rains

                                    Outside it’s cold and dark

                                    To whom should I turn

                                    To whom to complain

The demon:               It’s cloudy again,

Husband 2:                I call out

Husband 3:                and no one’s there.

The demon:               And I wanted only you

Husband 2 joins in:   I dreamt only of you

Husband 3 joins in:   You told me to come and place

Husband joins:          Your lips on mine

The young Wizman:  And your hand in mine

The beloved joins in: You told me: You…

And now suddenly you forget.

 

Beloved.

You are loved