Gift of the Gods, Part IV

The Gift of the Gods: The Tragedy of Mithridates the Great of Pontos     Chapter Eight     The king sat on a rock, just out of the reach of angry waves on the Black Sea shore. The winter sunset spoke of violence far out to sea. There was a break in the clouds, … Continue reading

The Gift of the Gods, Part III

  Chapter Six     “Mithridates has not yet sailed for Rome?” the young centurion asked anxiously as he dismounted. Antiochus, walking with a local guide, met the cohort of cavalry scouting far ahead of the main army. They were in low, grassy hills dotted with groves above a river, very different from the dry … Continue reading

The Wedding Night, Act V

  ACT V     Scene 1: Large room in the Winter Palace again. Lenin, Stalin, other top Bolshevik leaders in suits; Nevsky and others around large table, seated.   Lenin The next step is the swift liquidation of clergy!   Nevsky But we don’t want to make martyrs of them.   Stalin Oh, let’s. … Continue reading

Wedding Night, Act IV

  ACT IV     Scene 1: Outside the Winter Palace. Enter Demidoff.   Demidoff A fine day for a battle!   (Three members of the Red Guard spring out of hiding with guns, one of which is shoved in Demidoff’s face)   Bolshevik Yes, comrade, a fine day for a fight! And what position … Continue reading

About The Wedding Night

The Wedding Night is a historical drama of romance and youthful idealism shattered by the Russian Revolution. A young couple, their priest Fr. Mikhail, and the fiery revolutionary Petr, are thrust onto the stage among actual recorded events and persons. Meyerkoff, Demidoff and Olga, with their attempt to assassinate Lenin, and their battle with the … Continue reading

The Wedding Night, Acts I-III

THE WEDDING NIGHT   A drama in five Acts         Cast of Characters     Ivanov A young doctor and psychologist, recently elected to the new parliament, the Duma.   Sophia His beloved.   Fr. Mikhail A parish priest.   Demidoff A young army captain, zealous for the cause of the new … Continue reading