her before, but it was only when she returned from abroad ⦠well, you know ⦠and anybody would fall in love with Natasha, I fell in love with her myself!
MARIA Â Â Â Really? Really in love?
NATALIE Â Â Â Yes!âreally, utterly, transported by love, Iâve never loved anyone as I loved Natasha, she brought me back to life.
MARIA Â Â Â You were lovers?
NATALIE Â Â Â (
in confusion
) No. What do you mean?
MARIA Â Â Â Oh. Utterly, transportedly, but not really. Why wonât you look at my picture?
NATALIE    Your â¦? Well ⦠it seems rude to â¦
MARIA Â Â Â Youâve always idealised love, and you thinkâsurely this canât be it? (
She laughs.
) Painted from life, one afternoon when we lived in the Rue de Seine over the hat shop, do you know it? Iâll take you there, weâll find something that suits you. Go on, have a good look.
NATALIE Â Â Â (
looking
) Heâs got the porcelain quite well ⦠What do you do with it when just anybody comes, your ⦠companionâs friends, the landlord, strangers â¦? Do you cover it up?
MARIA    No ⦠itâs art.
NATALIE Â Â Â And you donât mind?
Maria shakes her head
.
MARIA Â Â Â (
confidentially
) Iâm in the paint!
NATALIE    What do you ⦠(
mean
)?
MARIA Â Â Â Mixed in.
NATALIE Â Â Â (
Pause.
) Iâve only been sketched in pencil.
MARIA Â Â Â Naked?
NATALIE Â Â Â (
laughs shyly
) Alexander doesnât draw.
MARIA Â Â Â If an artist asks you, donât hesitate. You feel like a woman.
NATALIE    But I do feel like a woman, Maria. I think our sex is ennobled by idealising love. You say it as if it meant denying love in some way, but itâs you whoâs denying it its ⦠greatness ⦠which comes from being a universal
idea
, like a thought in nature, without which thereâd be no lovers, or artists either, because theyâre the same thing only happening differently, and neither is any good if they deny the joined-upness of everything ⦠oh dear, we should speak German for this â¦
MARIA    No ⦠I could follow it, being in much the same state when I met Nicholas Ogarev at the Governorâs Ball in Penza. A poet in exile, what could be more romantic? We sat out and talked twaddle at each other, and knew that this was love. We had no idea we were in fashion, that people who didnât know any better were falling in love quite adequately without dragging in the mind of the Universe as dreamt up by some German professor who left out the irritating details. There was also talk of the angels in heaven singing hosannas. So the next time I fell in love, it stank of turpentine, tobacco smoke, laundry baskets ⦠the musk oflove! To arouse and satisfy desire is nature making its point about the sexes, everything else is convention.
NATALIE Â Â Â (
timidly
) But our animal nature is not our whole nature ⦠and when the babies start coming â¦
MARIA    I had a child, too ⦠born dead. Yes, you know, of course you knowâwhat wouldnât Nicholas tell your husband? ⦠Being taken to meet Alexander for the first time was like being auditioned for my own marriage.
NATALIE Â Â Â It was the same for me, meeting Nick, and I was expecting Sasha.
MARIA Â Â Â Poor Nick. Even my having another manâs child, it was nothing to the agony he went through when he found himself caught in the middle between his wife and his best friend.
NATALIE Â Â Â But we all loved each other at the beginning. Donât you remember how we joined hands and knelt and thanked God for each other?
MARIA Â Â Â Well, I didnât want to be the only one standing up.
NATALIE Â Â Â Thatâs not so, is it?
MARIA    Yesâit is so. I found it embarrassing ⦠childishâ
NATALIE