The Private and Intimate Life of the House

Time is moving

It's now or never

I've abandoned the hope of getting married

BOLKONSKY: Ah! What's this, a young suitor?

Ah, come in come in

But don't sit down

Don't sit down

I'm cold to you

Yes I'm mean to you

Now be gone be gone be gone

And don't come back!

Maybe I'll marry someone myself

Some cheap French thing

Oh that offends you does it?

Ah, come in my dear, come in my dear, come in

MARY: And he draws her to him

And he kisses her hand

Embraces her affectionately

And I flush and run out of the room

BOLKONSKY: Come back here

Let an old man have his fun

Wipe away your tears girl

I don't want your tears

MARY: On that horrible woman

Vile and inhuman

She's using you, Papa

Wants your money Papa

To take advantage of your weakness like that

It's disgusting

My voice breaks

BOLKONSKY: It's my money

And I'll throw it where I want

Not at you!

And not at Andrey's harlot!

It's my money, my money,

Mine all mine!

Insolent girl!

Insolent girl!

Where-?

Where-?

Where, Where are my glasses?

Where, where are they?!

Where are my glasses?!

Oh God-

Oh God I'm frightened

Oh God I've aged,

I've aged so very much

Where are my glasses?!

where are they?!

where?!

Where are my glasses?

where are they?

where?

Where are my glasses?!

MARY: They're there upon his head

They're there upon his head

The pride of sacrifice

Gathers in my soul

They're there upon his head

And he forgets things

He lives in the past

He falls asleep at the table

His napkin drops to the floor

His shaking head

Sinks over his plate

He is old and feeble

And I dare to judge him

I disgust myself

I disgust myself