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Inspired by Anton Chekhov's Swan Song

Prince in nawab's costumes Shouted in the dark Proscenium, -Who's there, bequeath thousand gold coins among the poorest citizen of my domain Did anyone find those words? breath-Stop flare, somebody sneeze somewhere a cat under any seat in this empty auditorium couple of rats are chewed by her, maybe. Now deep blue night surrounds the stage Who left Shaw's set long ago today Tagore is waiting for next team yesterday Alas! ‘The houses of cards collapsed The king is always in the company of the circus dark has own sounds but yet here some other cry and say: It's not a costume, it's a dress, sir -Nabab? There's a table in the dark brown darkened green room The craftsman left the corner and sat up. Prince is still in nawab's mood, -Nabab, Are you still here? - I couldn't pay rent last three months so I thought to spend the night hiding in this room, to sleep well in comfort today, after last six days. I heard your voice, and here to watch you, sir. - Is my voice still so well-known? -You don't know, who know not you declaim To be, or not to be; that is the question; Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer; ... - I haven't had a dialogue in twelve years even Nobody said to say Shakespeare, Shaw or others Chekhov, Ibsen, Strindberg all are in my heart I came here behind everyone to perform unaccompanied But, Nabab, in your jeopardy, why didn't you tell me once The craftsman Nabab, lean his head down and be quite Prince smiles and speak out in nawab's voice -Yes. Ho, ho! Oh, so you too, Nabab, get know In the flow of time, the Nawab has gone far away! Ages ago!

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