Act One
One double bed.
One large table, two chairs.
Typewriter, decanter, and two glasses on table.
Telephone on a wooden stand.
Gramophone on a wooden stand.
One large cupboard/wardrobe with double sliding doors.
As the curtain rises, it is night.
Bulgakov is lying asleep.
Beside him on the bed is Yelena, also sleeping.
All is quiet.
Then there is a knocking sound. Soft at first but soon loud.
A rhythmic regular thumping.
Bulgakov awakes.
He shakes his wife but she does not stir.
He gets out of bed.
He searches for the source of the noise.
It grows louder and faster.
Eventually, he realises: the knocking comes from within the cupboard.
He approaches. Stands in front of the door.
The knocking reaches a coda, and with a final thump, it stops.
Cautiously, Bulgakov raises a hand to the door.
And suddenly the door slides violently open.
A backlit silhouetted figure inside lets out a yell.
Bulgakov jumps back with a shriek.
The figure jumps out.
He is Joseph Stalin.
Music starts: a silent-movie funny-chase tune.
Stalin pounces towards Bulgakov.
Bulgakov flees.
Stalin, slightly comedic ā a malicious Groucho Marx ā follows suit.
Stalin pursues Bulgakov around the room and over the bed.
A chase around the table.
Around and over the bed again.
Back to the table.
Stalin picks up the typewriter.
He swings it at Bulgakov.
Bulgakov evades but trips.
He lies on the floor.
He looks up to Stalin looming over him with the heavy typewriter.
Stalin mugs to the audience ā āWill I or wonāt I?ā
Stalin brings the typewriter down with a vicious sneer.
Blackout.
Lights up. Dawn.
Mikhail Bulgakov is sitting on the side of his bed.
Head in his hands, breathing deeply.
A hand falls on his shoulder.
He turns to face Yelena.
Yelena Did he catch you?
Bulgakov No. No, he didnāt. I was too quick for him. Grabbed the typewriter, jammed his fingers in and typed āYou bastardā all across his knuckles.
Bulgakov begins to dress.
Yelena Thatās a good sign. Did you have your clothes on?
Bulgakov I think so.
Yelena Did he?
Bulgakov Why? Do you secretly fantasise about your husband in a naked love romp with the General Secretary of the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics?
Yelena I just wondered if he was hairy.
Bulgakov He probably is, but I think itās illegal to know.
Bulgakov kisses her on the cheek.
She looks at him with concern.
Yelena How do you feel?
Bulgakov Fine. I feel fine. I mean just the same. Itās nerves, Yelena. Anxiety. Thatāll be the diagnosis.
He kisses her again.
Enter Praskovya and Vasilly, who sit at the table.
Bulgakov pulls on his jacket and crosses towards them.
Vasilly Good morning, Bulgakov!
Bulgakov Good morning, Vasilly, Praskovya.
Praskovya Good morning, Mr Bulgakov. How are you this morning?
Bulgakov Iām fine, thanks.
Praskovya But you look ill. An immediate and unassailable contradiction, I think.
Bulgakov No, really, Iām fine.
Praskovya Youāve lost weight. Your colour is poor. You have bad dreams.
Bulgakov No, I donāt.
Praskovya Did he catch you this time?
Bulgakov We are not going to talk about my dreams ā
Praskovya He caught you.
Bulgakov No.
Praskovya He always catches you. There is no escape from him.
Bulgakov Praskovya, I am grateful for your concern.
Vasilly Coffee, Mikhail?
Bulgakov We have coffee?
Vasilly No. Of course not. I am simply uttering words of desire at random.
Bulgakov Large cup, please.
Vasilly And letās see what else.
He slides opens the empty cupboard.
Look! Fresh fruit! Salami! Pickled vegetables!
He slides the door shut.
Bulgakov Nothing for me, thanks.
Praskovya You see. Heās not eating.
Bulgakov Only because thereās nothing to eat.
Vasilly Tell, me Mikhail, did you enjoy a hot bath this morning?
Bulgakov Vasilly ā I forgot!
Vasilly So did I! Like the fool I am, I made do with a few drops of cold water rubbed vigorously into the creases of my d...