V. [Looking out window, book in hand] Look outside – the sky is blue, the birds are singing. The grass is greener than before, the sun is shining. It is intolerable, inexorable. Yes, undoubtedly, it can mean only one thing. Spring is here.

E. [Entering] No, I can't take it anymore. What I mean is – no matter what I do, it's not the right thing. [Stops, looks around bewildered] Where is this?

V.[Coldly] I wouldn't know.

E. What I mean is, what are we doing here? How did we get here?

V. I wouldn't know.

E. Are we –

V. [Cutting him off] No!

E. [Looking around] A library. Funny. [Walks over to shelf] I never had time to read books. I always said to myself: your next spare moment, you'll have to pick up a book. Read the classics. [Pause.]

E. [Sadly] I never had free time.

V. [Angrily] I didn't come here to hear – your problems!

E. [Surprised] But you know, I meant no harm. Any room's as good as another. It's a big house I suppose?

V. I wouldn't know.

[E. turns to go]

V. Wait!

[E. stops]

E. [Politely waiting] Well?

V. I – I wanted to do something.

E. What did you want to do?

V. Anything; Everything - Something!

E. [Kindly] You must not lose hope. It can't all be over yet.

V. [To himself] No, it can't be over yet.

[E. turns to go]

V. Wait!

E. [Stops] Yes?

V. I – I had a dream. An ideal.

E. [Kindly] We all did, I suppose.

V. I wanted – I wanted – I guess it doesn't matter anymore.

E. I suppose it doesn't. [Goes over to the shelf and picks up a book. Starts to open it.]

V. No, don't!

E. [Looks up, surprised] Why not?

V. You'll have to wait.

E. For what?

V. For Him to come back.

E. Who?

V. The owner. Of the library, of course.

E. [Thinks] But, why?

V. He might not like you. Opening His books without permission.

E. Do you know Him?

V. Me? [Considers] Yes. [Considers] Maybe. [Considers] No.

E. Well, then. [Starts to open book again]

V. No, wait!

E. [Looks up, surprised] Why, for what?

V. For the owner, of course!

E. Who?

V. The owner of the library!

E. Oh. [Thinks] Do you know Him?

V. No.

E. Oh. How do you know He's coming back?

V. [Considers for a moment] I have a feeling.

E. What do you call that feeling? [He starts balancing the book on his head.]

V. Faith.

E. Justice. [Almost drops the books and catches it]

V. Hope.

E. Liberty.

V. Equality.

E. Insanity.

V. Denial.

E. [Complaining] Whatever I do, it's not the right thing! [Carefully balances the book back on his head]

V. I didn't come here to hear – your problems!

E. Then why did you come?

V. I don't belong here! [Stalks to the door.]

E. Wait! [At his movement, the book nearly falls off. He barely catches it before it hits the floor]

V. [Angrily] Well?

E. I wanted to do something.

V. Well, what's stopping you then?

E. [Thoughtfully] Yes, you're right. [Puts the book carefully down, then walks right past V., almost out the door]

V. Wait!

E. [Stops] Yes?

V. What do you see?

E. A hallway.

V. [Disgusted] You don't get it at all, do you?

E. Why don't you join me, then? We can explore the rest of this place together.

V. [Stubbornly] No. I'm waiting.

E. For who?

V. The owner, of course!

E. Why?

V. He might not like us walking around His house without permission.

E. Why?

V. I have a feeling.

E. What do you call that feeling?

V. Patience.

E. Incompetence.

V. Diligence.

E. Inadequacy.

V. Freedom.

E. Faith.

V. Injustice.

E. Insanity.

V. Humility.

E. How do you know He's coming back?

[A perfectly respectable middle-aged gentleman enters the room]

Gent. [Stopping] What are you doing here?

E. What are you doing here?

V. Who are you?

Gent. The owner, of course!

E. But, do you know who we are?

Gent. I know perfectly well who you are! [Walks up to V.] Vassily Ivanovitch! You better get out of here right now, or I'm calling the police!

V. [Quickly takes his hat and leaves]

Gent. [Rounds on E.] And you! How dare you show your face around here again! Get out now!

E. [Squeaks] Sorry. [Takes his hat and leaves]

[Gent. goes behind the desk and sits down. Massages his head and sighs.]

Voice from outside. Honey? Who are you talking to?

Gent. Nobody. You must be imagining things.