RASPUTIN'S ROOM

RASPUTIN'S ROOM

Plants
flowers
Biscuits
Cakes
Nuts
Samovar
Fox cover on the bed
Jams
Fruits

NATASHA:

Stop.
For God's sake stop.
Stop humiliating yourself over him
Stop humiliating yourself over any one
'Humiliation" is the worst word in the English language, stop using it
on yourself
He doesn't love you.
He doesn't love any one
He doesn't love at all
He doesn't know the meaning of love
He is a womanizer
He calls that spirituality
'Achieve nirvana through sex."
Thats his position on sex
That is his mantra
You know how many other women he sees over one weekend beside you?
HE HAS PLENTY OF WOMEN AT HIS DISPOSAL.THEY BECOME GURU AND gOD
AND STUPID WOMEN LIKE YOU RUN TO THEM IN DROVES

SONIA:
I am not a stupid woman

NATASHA:
Then what are you?
Crying over a man who has fifty wives and one thousand mistressess

SONIA:
He doesn't have fifty wives, he has only one

NATASHA:
Oh! how great, he only has one wife whom he leaves behind in the Siberian village
and chase women in Petersbergh all year

SONIA:
He doesn't chase women, women chase him

NATASHA;
Of course, I forgot, women, cry babies, sentimental cows chase him seeking god's forgeivness
from their sins which they are committing right under god's nose if there is any god at all in the name
of royal orgies....

SONIA:
You should respect him a little more, he is sent from god to heal

NATASHA:
Not to heal, not to heal at all, to screw you and all others.. Have some respect for the woman race

SONIA:
Yes, like you, in the name of failed feminism...

NATASHA:
Feminism?
What feminism?
Feminisim hadn't started yet.  That was in Russia of 1900. .Feminism  started because of men like him
and you talk about him in the present time, you are out of your mind.

SONIA:
He is a healer, he brings back the dead.  He has healed so many sick and dying children

NATASHA:
And now he is going to heal you?  What a pussy you are? Its not 1900 right now, its 2013 and all gay men have already married and now fighting over the property rights and their relatives will fight over the houses in Marth's Vinyard and the Hamptons afterwards....
And she is talking about frauds in the name of healing.  Wake up sweetheart, wake up...
You are not in Russia, there is no Russia, no Rasputin, and no Rasputin's room and no fruits in there
YOU ARE HALLUCINATING WITH FEVER, THE FEVER YOU CALL, LOVE BUT ITS JUST
BRONCHITIS AND DEATH HAS BEEN CHASED AWAY BY DEADLY COSTUMES AND ONE OF THEM IS TRYING TO LOOK LIKE RASPUTIN BUT HIS COSTUME IS LOUSY.
YOU ARE NOT DYING, YOU ARE ACTING, ITS HALLOWEEN AND EVERY ONE IS ACTING, EVEN THE DEATH IS ACTING, DEATH IS ACTING LIKE DEATH WITHOUT BEING REAL DEATH AND RASPUTIN IS LONG DEAD IF HE EXISTED AT ALL...
THINGS WE HAVE NOT SEEN, DON'T EXIST BECAUSE WE HAVEN'T SEEN THEM WITH OUR OWN EYES...WE WILL ONLY DIE WHEN WE WILL SEE DEATH RIGHT IN THE EYES AND RASPUTIN , THE ONE YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH IS NOT RASPUTIN AT ALL, ITS THE COSTUME, THE COSTUME A BUM IS WEARING TO WIN A PRIZE SO HE CAN
DRINK CHAMPAGNE AND SCREW SOME STONED WOMEN LIKE YOU...
ITS ALL about screwing and sucking and fucking, nothing else, there is no love, there is no one to love, they lie, the men I mean...all of them, and I am telling you because I was married 7 times and now I am a full fledged woman who is full of hatred for men, for women, and for the whole human race.  I wish the death lurking around the lobby was real and would catch all of them, all of you, the whole human race and me...Then I will be happy, then I will be content tonight, then I will drink and sleep and enjoy my freedom from you , from you and from the whole ugly life which is no life but its death, death, death..... Death is here but we are not going to die, just stoned, stoned out of our brains, dreaming of history and its victory but no human being ever won, no one...Every one lied about the winning but every one lost, only death won.  They are all dead, Arn't they?  Rasputin and the duke and the Dutchess and Russia and all the other Empires with it.  Love no one honey, love your self, get stoned on wine and Hashish like Baudelaire said or get stoned on Poetry but get stoned nevertheless.
Thats the only way to scare death, thats the only way......
Oh! I am so stoned, so stoned and I had no wine yet, no wine, no poetry, no virtue....
and no Sonia....Oh! Sonia, Sonia, where art thou Sonia?



Oh! I am so stoned, Sonia, Sonia, where art thou Sonia?