Saturday 26th of January 2008

Written by Mat Cuts

Squanders his state in the company some of the merry damochkoy and by its worshipper. Very well. Very well. Jourdain .

It slaughtered.

Dorant. Madam, that with you. What expressions. First, this dinner I give, A not Mr. Jourdain… Mrs. Jourdain. You keep silent, expensive rogue. Dorant. Madam. Mrs.

Jourdain.

God is my. Dorimena.

That she tells me.

I thank you, Dorant. Dorant. Uspokoytes, Dorimena. Dorimena. Immediately take away hence me. Dorant (to mrs.

Jourdain).

You are shamed, madam.

Jourdain.

It is killed… It is slaughtered… Dorant takes away weeping Dorimenu. Brendavuan. To remove table, sir. ^Jourdain. Remove… (He indicates the mrs. Jourdain).

_{And its… and table… everything remove… I it is disgraced… Brendavuan.}

Compress to bring, sir. Jourdain.

Went you to feature.

Brendavuan.

To feature - with the pleasure, sir, especially as… the end the second action. Curtain ACTION THE THIRD Evening. Jourdain is one. Jourdain (it is detuned). _{Yes, entertained me amiable of husband… God, God… It is shameful to people to the eyes to seem… and everyone me forgot somehow immediately… and no one goes… and cursed teachers fell as through the earth… by philosophy, that whether, to study.} Remarkable person this Pankrasss… consoling person… and philosophy - great thing… But in fact, it can be, there was no scandal whatever after the dinner and, but to me only seemed… will have to itself this to suggest. There was no scandal, and sabbath. ^{There was no scandal.} There was no scandal… No, there was scandal. ^{It does not cheer me philosophy… minuet, that whether, to dance.} Hey, Brendavuan. Brendavuan (it enters). What you will order, sir. Jourdain. To me is boring, Brendavuan. Brendavuan. But you will have a snack, sir. Jourdain. No, I do not want. The husbands of my there is no house. Brendavuan. ^{Is not, sir.} Jourdain. Well, and glory to god. It is great so that to me they would play the minuet. Brendavuan. There are no musicians now, sir. Jourdain. Here… you see… everything me they threw to the arbitrariness of fate… Brendavuan, you sing to me minuet. Brendavuan. I, sir, very badly give to drink. Jourdain. Nothing, give two together. They sing two together minuet. Jourdain in this case podtantsovyvaet. A-la-lala-la- la… No, nevertheless it is not gay. Depart, Brendavuan, from you it is still duller. Brendavuan. I listen to, sir. ^{(It departs also after a certain time it returns.) Sir, you there some TURK asks.} Jourdain. … La-la- la… Turk. Is not already drunk you, dear fellow. From where it can be Turk. Brendavuan. I cannot know, sir, from where Turk, Jourdain. Well, request it here. Brendavuan departs and immediately it returns. Enters Kovel dressed by Turk. Kovel. Sir, I do not know, do have I an honor… to be to you known. Jourdain. No, sir. Ko.

Yes that - madam.	Madam.
Twenty three years I am madam, A here to you, madam, it is not shameful whether to be dug in into the strange family house.	Jourdain.