What could be better? It was wonderful. LYÚBA. Schumann is good, but all the same Chopin takes a stronger hold of one's heart. STYÓPA. He is more lyrical. TÓNYA. There is no comparison. LYÚBA. Do you remember his prelude? TÓNYA. Oh, the one called the George Sand prelude? (Plays the commencement). LYÚBA. No, not that one. That is very fine, but so hackneyed. Do play this one. (Tónya plays what she can of it, and then breaks off). TÓNYA. Oh, that is a lovely thing. There is something elemental about it--older than creation. STYÓPA (laughs) Yes, yes. Do play it. But no, you are too tired. As it is, we have had a delightful morning, thanks to you. TÓNYA (rises and looks out of window) There are some more peasants waiting outside. LYÚBA. That is why music is so precious. I understand Saul. Though I'm not tormented by devils, I still understand him. No other art can make one so forget everything else as music does. (Approaches the window. To Peasants) Whom do you want?

Lisa Monologue from The Light Shines in Darkness

Rehearse Lisa's monologue