(The Count) - How many years ago have passed And yet these walls are weakened How proudly they looked just 800 years ago. Everything was better in those days. And now what? The sky is dull and grey

Act # 1

(The Count) - How many years ago have passed… And yet these walls are weakened…How proudly they looked just 800 years ago. Everything was better in those days. And now what? The sky is dull and grey as if it is my life; it weeps with rain as does my heart, that’s overflown with melancholy.

(Honor) ‒ Andreas...

(Conscience) ‒ Dignus...

(Honor) – Do you remember the Fourth Crusade?

(The Count) – Constantinople had choked in its own blood…

(Conscience) – And do you remember that mortal, Dante Alighieri, who dared talk about Heavens?

(The Count) – You mean that fool that dared to judge Hells?

(Honor) –The Fall of Babylon do you remember?

Граф разворачивается к Тени и удивленно смотрит на нее. Он не может вспомнить.

(The Count) – I don’t… I have forgotten

(Conscience) – And what about murdered Caesar stabbed in back by hand of friend?

(The Count) – A treason! I didn’t know that… Didn’t…

(Honor) – Not to remember and to know.

(Conscience) – Sounds weird.

(The Count) – Oh my, Conscience and Honor, I beg you, stop! Stop torturing me with pictures of days so long ago gone by! I am a slave of my memories!

Act # 2

Тени заставляют Графа понять, что он совсем один - ни семьи ни друзей...

Поток воспоминаний нарушает вошедшая вампиресса. Тени исчезают.

(Marika) – It’s nearly morning, Master! You’re hungry, aren’t you?

(The Count) – Neither blood nor wine are able to satisfy the thirst I suffer.

(Marika) – That won’t do, Master. I still insist! It’s 30 years old. Perfectly aged.

Граф отставляет бокал в сторону, даже не притронувшись. Вампиресса шипит.

(Marika) Not drinking blood vampire?! That’s it! You really wish to end like you dear brother Vlad, who became a lifeless shell which turned into ashes under the pressure of time because of deepest sorrows?

(The Count) – Perhaps, it could be my salvation…

Вампиресса резко прерывает Графа.

(Marika) – Stop this nonsense! Count Andreas Dignus von Krolock! I’m fed enough!

(The Count) - Marika, stop this at once! Are you insane!

(Marika) – The thing is that I am the only sane one in this madeness!

(The Count) – Marika!

(Marika) – By Hells, just listen!

Вампиресса срывается на крик. Граф изумлен. С ним еще так не смели разговаривать.

(Marika) – You, look what you’ve become! Locked yourself up in the castle and struggle in corners as if a bat. Come round! Let it be that centuries had passed since moment of your birth! But the Life goes on! The world is bright and filled with colours, just have a look around! It’s the Age of Great Discoveries! It’s can’t be dull.

(The Count) – And what’s the point? Can you tell me? You won’t please a soul with fame and knowledge if there is no one to be proud of you! A family… Kids… Heirs, with whom you can share centuries of your experience…

(Marika) – Oh, yes, the family is very important. Maybe you will stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something? Come on!

Граф вздыхает (Мол, зловредная баба, проще согласиться, чем спорить)

(The Count) – So what do you suggest?

(Marika) – The Easter’s coming! It means that "Festa delle Marie" will take it’s place in Venice!

(The Count) – A vampire among humans is similar to lion walking among sheep. And whose mask do you think I should try?

(Marika) – Oh, just relax and be yourself!

Граф смеется.

(The Count) – A vampire playing a vampire! Do you really believe it will work?

(Marika) – Of course it will! No one can even manage to think that the mask may reflect one’s inner nature.

Act #3

Венеция. Мы переносимся в темный переулок. Появляются Тени Графа. Изображают танцующую пару, случайно забредшую в этот переулок. На берегу канала сидит юноша. За домом слышен шум праздника, но он не обращает на это внимания. Все время бормочет себе под нос:

(Herbert Lacrima) - Dead... Dead...They’re dead...

Тени обращаются к зрителям.

(Conscience) – Ball! Music, Waltz!

(Honor) – Ball! Rivers of wine and tones of snacks!

(Conscience) – Everyone dances!

(Honor) – Be praised the Fest!

Тени смеются, потом кивают на юношу. В этот момент в переулок выруливает Граф. Тени обращаются уже больше к нему.

(Honor) – Merry and cheerful.

(Conscience) – Almost for everyone…

Графу стало любопытно. Он подошел ближе. Теперь стало возможно разобрать, что бормочет себе под нос человек.

(Herbert Lacrima) – Everybody is joyful... Everyone... and this Fest... This is so unfair! Dead being inosent... They are certanly in blissful Heavens, and me... I am forsaken in the hell called Earth. They’re dead...

Граф прерывает этот монолог.

(The Count) – Everyone is merry, and you’re sitting lonely. Maybe you need some help?

(Herbert Lacrima) – I...

(The Count) – Here, take my handkerchief, child.

(Herbert Lacrima) – Thanks...

(The Count) – How can I call you?

Смех сквозь слезы.

(Herbert Lacrima) – You are a foreigner, aren’t you?

(The Count) – Yes, indeed I am. But how…?

(Herbert Lacrima) – Only newcommers aren’t swinging the name of my family like plague rats! I am Herbert Lacrima. My parents were executed.

(The Count) – That’s how…

(Herbert Lacrima) – For treason! Nonsence! There were no people as loyal to the Medici Family as we were. My parents were hung put to amuse the crowd and I am exiled.

Граф, поднатаревший за свой немалый возраст в интригах, почуял подлянку

(The Count) – Do you have any more relatives?

(Herbert Lacrima) – Yes, I have an uncle...

(The Count) – Now that’s interesting!

(Herbert Lacrima) – His name is Mercuzio Bonasera. He has a wife and a daughter, my cousin.

(The Count) – And they did drive you out…

(Herbert Lacrima) – No, no. My conscience will not allow me to tarnish their honor. I'm a criminal. Well, they say so....

(The Count) – Ahahha, “they say so”. And have you known minds of your own?

(Herbert Lacrima) – Pardon?

(The Count) – The death of your parents was carefully planed by your uncle.

(Herbert Lacrima) – Don’t you dare!

(The Count) – I do!

(Herbert Lacrima) – He would have never done so...

(The Count) – Come! See with your own eyes!

(Herbert Lacrima) – What?! Where?!

Act #4

Граф и Герберт переносятся в дом Bonasera. По велению Графа время замирает.

(Herbert Lacrima) – How did you...Wait, who are you? And who are they? Why are we....

(The Count) – Do you really want to know? Ok, I’m a vampire, this shadows -Conscience and Honor. You ask me why? The answer - my whim.

(Herbert Lacrima) – Your whim!?

(The Count) – Yes, it is. It was my whim to show you that your unbreakable friendship was only a shaky legend.

(Herbert Lacrima) – What for?

(The Count) – Naïve child! What is a wish of a man, who wields of a power? To get more power that is it!

(Herbert Lacrima) – I believe my uncle has enough of it.

(The Count) – Silence! Let us watch!

Граф подходит к замершим представителям семьи Bonasera и снимает с дяди маску, открывая уродливое лицо.

(Herbert Lacrima) – Leprosy!

(The Count) – It’s only a reflection of his filthy soul, which was hidden under masks.

Картинка оживает.

(Mercuzio Bonasera) - I’d like to rise a toste for the Fest and wealth! Don’t you think, dear Vilhelmina, that everything went perfect? Foul Lacrimas will disturb us no more. And now…

(Vilhelmina Bonasera) – And now our beloved Patrizia is an heir of their fortune!

(Patrizia) – The only obstacle my stupid cousin! He can spoil our perfect plan!

(Mercuzio Bonasera) - I don’t think so, dear. He may have escaped, but guards are looking for him.

(Patrizia) – Sooner or later they will capture him and execute.

(Vilhelmina Bonasera) – Let it be!

(Patrizia) – For us! For our cunning wit!

Герберт разбит. Все его представление о мире рухнуло.

(Herbert Lacrima) – That’s an evil illusion of yours!

(The Count) – I wish it was, child, but it’s true. I’m sorry.

Граф сам уже не рад, что затеял это все. Они переносятся обратно в переулок.

Act # 5

(Herbert Lacrima) – What a vile wyrms! My father cherished snakes on his own bosom!

(The Count) – And what have you been waiting for? It’s a LIFE! Here nightingale turns into a snake, a handkerchief into a knot, and wine into a deadly poison.

(Herbert Lacrima) – How can it be? I wouldn’t have believed it if I was told a year ago. I would not believe it. A lie. A trison of my kin. You and your shadows. Noone can stand such unfairs of the fate...

Граф едва успевает поймать Герберта, когда тот решил нырнуть рыбкой в канал и утопиться. В общем, встретились два одиночества.

(The Count) –Curse you, stupid kid! What are you doing?! The Life is priceless! Do you really wanna die?! You think it’s easier to be dead then to live and have you vengeance?

(Herbert Lacrima) – What else I can do? Mercizio was right! Sooner or later the guard will catch me.

(The Count) – You can…share my path.

(Herbert Lacrima) – Where?

(The Count) – To Transylvania. You shall be my son and my heir. My family is as reach and respectful as used to be your own. I have an abyss of knowledge and all this I offer you to share. If you want to, you will be granted with it.

(Herbert Lacrima) – What is the price?

(The Count) – You’ve got the point. The price is to be like me.

(Herbert Lacrima) – You have my assent.

(The Count) – So be it!

Граф и Герберт пожимают руки. Договор Заключен. Они уходят со сцены. Появляются тени. Рассвет.

Final

(Honor) – That’s it! A Father and a son!

(Conscience) – That’s it! The griever makes his merry!

(Honor) – And the one who's lost everything gained wealth.

(Conscience) – Those who were alone, both found a family.

(Honor) – And you, the viewer, do not forget...

(Conscience) – There are no bounds that are stronger.

(Honor) – The family will be your eternal sanctuary!

(Conscience) – It will support and shelter you in any time.

(Honor) – And by the way, The Bonasera family have died so suddenly...

(Conscience) – Under unclear circumstances…

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