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Gilded Age Interdisciplinary
Gilded Age Interdisciplinary
Gilded Age Interdisciplinary
Two polish immigrants, Alina and Lidia (nine and twelve years old, respectively), run up and down
5th avenue begging passersby for money.
ALINA: Excuse me, sir! My family lives in poverty!
LIDIA: Do you have any spare change?
[Man walks away]
ALINA: Its no use. Weve been begging for hours.
LIDIA: Look at the sun in the sky. It must be time for our shift at the factory now, weve been wasting
our time.
[shouts at man walking away] Excuse me sir, do you have the time?
MAN: [looks back, annoyed] Its ten till 8 am. Now scoot.
LIDIA: [cautiously] Thank you sir [to ALINA] We best be on our way.
ALINA: Okay.
[They begin to walk towards the factory. As they walk, they run into Miriam, who is playing with her
toys.]
MIRIAM: Hello! Do you two want to play ball with me?
LIDIA: No, sorry.
ALINA: We gotta work!
MIRIAM: Oh, thats too bad. Hey, whats your name?
ALINA: Alina! This is my sister Lidia.
MIRIAM: Where do you guys live? I always see you walking in, but I never see where you come
from.
LIDIA: The Lower East Side.
ALINA: In a tenement. I try not to think about it [thinks seriously for a second] [cheerfully] You
know, one day were gonna be rich like you!
LIDIA: [embarrassed] Yeah, we have a plan. Something weve been working on for a while. Just a
fantasy.
ALINA: [bewildered] Are you sure, sir? I know a little girl name of Liddie Majewski who works over
in the cutting department with her
BOSS: [glances at note] Yes, Im afraid it is your sister. Now be a good little girl and get back to work.
Your sister is being properly cared for.
ALINA: [mute, returns to work]
OLD WOMAN: Dont you worry dearie, Ill cover your shift. Go run on and find your sister and get
her home. Dont want her to get infected, Ive heard many a horror story bout little girls much like
you-all dieing this a-way.
[in the hospital]
(ALINA walks up to LIDIA at her hospital bed)
ALINA: Lidia! Lidia wake up!
LIDIA: [mutters]
ALINA: What am I going to do?
Miram enters
MIRIAM: Alina! I didnt expect to see you here at this hour. [sees LIDIA and gasps]
[LIDIA regains consciousness]
LIDIA: What in hell happened to my arm?
ALINA: You lost it at the factory.
MIRIAM: Ill stay with her for now. You need to get some sleep.
ALINA: Thank you so much. I better get home. God knows where my parents are.
A few days later, Alina is leaving work. Miriam stops her as she makes her way home.
MIRIAM: Alina. I visited your sister at the hospital today. Her arm was infected, and I-- she-ALINA: Is she dead, Miriam?
Miriam nods.
ALINA (devoid of emotion): Oh.
Pause.
MIRIAM: Are you okay?