The Caucasian Chalk Circle

Written by Bertolt Brecht

Translated by Frank McGuinness
DOI: 10.5040/9781408167205.00000002
Page Range: 13-34

Scene 1
The Mighty Child

The Singer sits on the ground before the Musicians. About the shoulders of the
Singer there is a black sheepskin cloak. There is a small battered script, with bit
of paper.

Singer

Times gone by, when the streets were blood

When this town was like a living hell,
Who ruled?
A governor, Georgi Abashvili.
Rich as Croesus,
A lovely wife, a healthy child,
That was him – no governor in Georgia
Had so many horses
And the tinkers thronged his doorways,
So many soldiers served
Him, all sought his favour –
So how do I do him justice
This Georgi Abashvili? Life was one long pleasure,
There he wanders off to church,
On Easter Sunday morning his wish
Was his command, he was fit to burst,
Him and all belonging to that holy family.

From the palace archway Beggars and those seeking favours surge holding up
petitions, crutches, thin children. Two armoured Soldiers. They attend the
Governor's family, dressed in finery.

Beggars / Petitioners

Full of grace, show grace –

Your taxes are killing us –
My leg – in the Persian War –
 Full of grace, my brother –
I lost it – where can I get –
An innocent man –
He's dying of hunger –
It was all down to a misunderstanding –
We have one son left –
The water is sour –
Grace, full of grace –
Don't send him to the war –
I beg you –

A Servant collects the petitions. Another Servant hands out coins from a purse.

The Soldiers push the Crowd back, beating it with heavy leather whips.

Soldier Get back. Make room. Let them enter the church door.

The Governor, his Wife and the Adjutant are followed by the Governor's child.
He is wheeled through the archway in a fancy pram.

The Crowd pushes forward to see it.

While the Crowd is being beaten back, the Singer continues.

Singer It's Easter, and for the first time, the people saw the son and
heir.

Crowd The boy! The boy!

Singer Two doctors danced attendance on that mighty child, the apple
of his father the Governor's eye.

Here he comes, Prince Kazbecki,

In all his grandeur,
He stands before the mighty child,
Even he pays his respects.

A Fat Prince enters and greets the family.

Fat Prince Happy Easter, Natella Abashvili.

We hear a command, and a Rider bursts in. Covered in dust, he holds out a roll
of papers to the Governor.

At a nod from the Governor, a handsome young man, the Adjutant, goes to the
Rider and holds him back.

During a short pause the Fat Prince eyes the Rider with distrust.
 Fat Prince What a day! Since the heavens opened last night I
presumed the feast day would be gloomy, but this morning, a blue sky.
Natella Abashavili, I love blue skies. I have a simple heart. And little
Michael, quite the Governor. Tickle-tickle.
He tickles the child.
Happy Easter, little Michael, tickle-tickle.

Wife Now, Arsen, what do you say to Georgi finally deciding to begin
building the new wing on the east side? We'll be rid of those stinking
slums, they're going to be torn down for the gardens.

Fat Prince Good news at last, after so much bad. Any word about the
war, Brother Georgi?

The Governor makes a ‘leave it aside’ gesture.

Fat Prince A strategic withdrawal, I hear. Well, they do happen, these

tiny reversals. Some you win, some you lose. That's the game of war, eh?
It means little, doesn't it?

Wife He's coughing, Georgi, do you hear?

She speaks sharply to two Doctors, worthy men who stand close by the pram.

Wife He's coughing.

The First Doctor addresses the Second Doctor.

First Doctor Niko Mikadze, I beg to remind you I was set against the
lukewarm bath. Your Graces, a slight oversight in the regulation of the
bathwater's temperature.

The Second Doctor is likewise very polite.

Second Doctor Mikha Loladze, I cannot agree with you. The bathwater
temperature is exactly that prescribed by our great beloved Mishiko
Oboladze. Your Graces, it is much more likely to have been a draught
during the night.

Wife So, look after him then. Georgi, he seems to be feverish.

The First Doctor stands over the child.

First Doctor Your Graces, no cause for alarm. The bathwater a little
warmer, and it won't happen again.
The Second Doctor shoots a poisonous look at him.

Second Doctor Dear Mikha Loladze, I shall remember that. Your

Graces, no cause for alarm.

Fat Prince So, so, so, so. I always say: a twinge in my liver, give the
doctor fifty lashes on the soles of his feet. That's only because the age
we live in has grown soft. There was a time when we would have simply
chopped his head off.

Wife Let's get into the church, there's probably a draught here.

The train, consisting of the family and its staff, turns into the doorway of the
church.

The Fat Prince follows.

The Adjutant steps out of the train and points to the Rider.

Governor Not before the service, Shalva.

The Adjutant speaks to the Rider.

Adjutant The Governor doesn't want to be bothered by letters before

the service, particularly if it's depressing news, as I take it it must be. Go
get something to eat.

The Adjutant rejoins the train.

The Rider goes with a curse in through the palace gate.

Simon, a soldier, leaves the palace and stands in the gateway.

Singer

The town is still.

The pigeons preen themselves in the city square.
A soldier of the palace guard
Jokes with a servant girl
Who comes with a bundle up from the river.

In the gateway, a girl, Grusha Vachnadze, a bundle of large green leaves under
her arm, tries to pass.

Simon What, is the young lady not at church? Is she skipping the
service?
 Grusha I was dressed and ready, then we were a goose short for the
Easter feast, so they asked me to fetch one. I know something about
geese.

Simon A goose?
He pretends not to trust her.
I'd better see this goose first.
She does not understand.
You have to be careful with women. They can tell you, ‘I only went for a
goose,’ and then it turns into something rather different.

Grusha goes resolutely up to him and shows him the goose.

Grusha There you go. If that is not a fifteen-pound goose that they've
filled with corn, then I'll stuff myself with its feathers!

Simon A queen of a goose. It will be eaten by the Governor himself.

And has the young lady been down to the river another time?

Grusha Yes, by the poultry farm.

Simon Oh yes, by the poultry farm, down the stream – and not further
up by certain willows? Some particular willows?

Grusha I'm only near the willows when I wash the linen.

Simon Exactly.

Grusha Exactly what?

He winks.

Simon Exactly that.

Grusha Why shouldn't I wash the linen by the willows?

He laughs exaggeratedly.

Simon ‘Why shouldn't I wash the linen by the willows?’ Good one, a
very good one.

Grusha Mr Soldier, I don't follow you. What is good about it?

Simon answers her craftily.

Simon
 Simon

If someone knew what someone knows,

She would blush to her very toes.

Grusha I don't know what's to be known about those particular

willows.

Simon But say there's a bush from which everything can be seen there?
Everything that might happen there when someone washes the linen?

Grusha What happens there? Will Mr Soldier not say what he means
and have done with it?

Simon Something happens there and maybe something's seen.

Grusha Does Mr Soldier mean that on a warm day I stick my toes into
the water? For it's nothing more.

Simon Yes, more. Toes and more.

Grusha What more? The foot at most.

Simon The foot, and a bit more.

He laughs a lot.
Grusha is angry.

Grusha You should be ashamed of yourself, Simon Chachava. Sitting

behind a bush on a warm day, watching for someone to put their legs
into the river. Probably with a gang of other soldiers.

She runs away and he calls after her.

Simon No – no others.

He runs after Grusha as the Singer continues his story.

Singer

The town is still,

But why are there armed men?
The Governor's palace is at peace,
But why has it turned into a fortress?

The Fat Prince enters quickly from the gateway. He stands still looking about
him.
him.
To the right two armoured Riders wait.
The Fat Prince sees them and goes slowly past giving them a sign. He then
goes off quickly.
One of the armoured Riders goes through a gateway into the palace. The other
one remains behind as a guard.

Muffled cries are heard from various directions, ‘To your posts’.

The palace is surrounded.

Church bells are heard in the distance.

The train of the Governor's family comes out of the gateway, back from the
church.

Singer

Then the Governor was going back to his palace

Then was the fortress a trap
Then was the goose plucked and roasted
Then the goose fed nobody's face
Then midday was no time to eat
Then midday was the time to die.

The Governor's Wife says in passing:

Wife It's utterly impossible to live in this slum, but of course Georgi is
only building for little Michael, not for me, not at all. Michael is
everything! Everything for Michael.

Governor So ‘Happy Easter’ from Brother Kazbeki, did you hear that?
Very nice, but as far as I know it didn't rain here in Nukha last night. It
was raining though where Brother Kazbeki spent the night. Where was
he?

Adjutant We must investigate.

Governor Yes, straight away. Tomorrow.

The train turns into the gateway.

The Rider who has come out of the palace approaches the Governor.

Adjutant Excellency, will you not hear the messenger from the capital?
He arrived this morning with confidential papers.
The Governor goes on.

Governor Not before eating, Shalva.

As the train disappears into the palace, only two armoured Riders remain
behind the gate.
The Adjutant speaks to the Rider.

Adjutant The Governor does not want you to bother him before he
eats. And His Excellency will devote the afternoon to discussions with
some eminent architects. Here they are now.

Three Architects come in.

The Rider goes off as the Adjutant greets the Architects.

Adjutant Gentlemen, His Excellency is expecting you at the meal. He

will dedicate his entire time to you. What great new plans?

Architects We're quite amazed that His Excellency is thinking of

building in the face of the terrible rumour of a bad turn in the Persian
War.

Adjutant We say, build because of the war. It means nothing. Persia is

far away. The garrison here would let itself be torn to pieces for the
Governor's safety.

Noise comes out from the palace.

There is a shrill cry of a woman. Commands are shouted.

Thunderstruck, the Adjutant goes up to the gateway.

An armoured Rider comes out, pointing a lance at him.

Adjutant What is going on here? Put down those spears, you dogs.
He looks furiously to the palace guards.
Disarm him. They're attacking the Governor, don't you see that?

The armoured Riders do not obey. They look coldly at the Adjutant with no
interest. They follow the rest of the proceedings without taking part.
The Adjutant fights his way into the palace.

Architects The princes! Last night in the capital there was a gathering
of the princes who are against the Grand Duke and his governors. It's
time to leg it.
The Architects go off quickly.

Singer

Oh the blindness of the strong!

They walk like popes
Tramping over necks that are bowed.
They believe in their power,
That has lasted on so long,
But a long time is not for ever.
Times change, and change is hope.

The Governor comes out of the gateway, in chains, his face grey, between two
Soldiers who are armed to the teeth.

Singer

Well, great man, keep your head up high.

Your enemies followed you with their many eyes.
No more mighty builders for you,
Now a poor carpenter will have to do.
Forget all about a fine new mansion,
A hole in the ground is your destination.
Take one last look about you, blind man,
Do you see where you stood and where you now stand?

The prisoner looks about him.

Singer

Between Easter Mass and the Easter feed

You'll turn into dust and rock and seed.

The Governor is led off and the palace guard follows.

A trumpet alarm sounds.

There is a noise behind the gateway.

Singer

The house of a great man fails and maims

The unlucky, unfortunate, unnamed –
The beasts of burden who sweat for the rich
Are dragged with the coach falling into the ditch.

Servants come running out of the gateway in pairs, shouting to one another.
Servants come running out of the gateway in pairs, shouting to one another.

Servants

The hampers –
Food for five days –
Her ladyship has fainted –
What about us?
They'll wring our necks like chickens –
Jesus, Mary, what's going to happen –
They say in the town the blood's flowing already –
No, this is all nonsense, the Governor has simply been asked if he would
consent to appear before the prince, I have that on the highest authority.

The two Doctors rush into the courtyard.

The First Doctor tries to hold the other back.

First Doctor Niko Mikadze, you must attend on Natella Abashvili, as a

doctor it is your duty.

Second Doctor My duty? It's yours.

First Doctor Niko Mikadze, who has the child today, me or you?

Second Doctor Mikha Loladze, do you really think I'll stay one minute
more in a cursed house because of that brat?

They break into a fight with shouts of ‘You're abandoning your duty’ and ‘Damn
duty’.

The Second Doctor knocks the First Doctor down.

Second Doctor Now, go to hell.

He goes.

Servants

The soldiers!
Have they mutinied? Does nobody know what has happened?
Yesterday in the capital some said that the Persian War is totally lost –
The princes are leading a big rebellion –
They say the Grand Duke's fled into hiding, all his governors are going to be
hanged.

Simon enters and looks for Grusha in the crowd.

The Adjutant appears in the gateway.

The Adjutant appears in the gateway.

Adjutant Everybody help with the packing.

He drives the Servants away.

Simon finally sees Grusha.

Simon Grusha, it's you. What are you going to do?

Grusha Nothing. If the worst is to happen, I have a brother with a farm

up the mountains. But what about you?

Simon Nothing's wrong with me.

He grows formal again.
Grusha Vachnadze, your concern fills me with pleasure. I have been
commanded to accompany Lady Natella Abashvili as her guard.

Grusha But the palace guards have mutinied.

Simon They have, yes.

Grusha Isn't it dangerous to accompany that lady?

Simon In Tiblisi they say, ‘Is the stabbing dangerous for the knife?’

Grusha You are not a knife. You're a man, Simon Chachava. What does
that woman matter to you?

Simon The woman means nothing to me, but I've been ordered, and
so I ride with her.

Grusha Mr Soldier is a stubborn man, he gets himself into danger for

nothing, nothing, nothing.

Adjutant Grusha!

Someone shouts to her from inside.

Grusha I have to get in there in a hurry.

Simon Since we're in a hurry, we shouldn't fight – a good fight needs

plenty of time. May I ask the young lady if she still has her parents?

Grusha No, only a brother.

Simon Since time is tight – the second question would be: is the young
 Simon Since time is tight – the second question would be: is the young
lady as healthy as a fish in water?

Grusha I might have a pain below the right shoulder, but apart from
that, fit for any work. No ones complained yet.

Simon That's well known, even on Easter Sunday who fetches the
goose? It's herself. Question three: is the young lady inclined to
impatience? Would she be wanting cherries in winter?

Grusha Impatient? No. But if somebody goes off to war for no reason
and no word comes back …

Simon Word will come.

Adjutant Grusha!

Another shout for Grusha.

Simon To finish up, the big question –

Grusha Simon Chachava, since I've got to get in there in a hurry, the
answer is ‘Yes’!

He grows very embarrassed.

Simon They say that hurry is the storm that scatters the scaffolding but
they also say that the rich know no hurry. I come from –

Grusha Kutsk.

Simon So the young lady has made enquiries? I am healthy, I have no

one to care for, I get ten piastres a month, as paymaster twenty, and I ask
for your hand, with my heart.

Grusha That's all right with me, Simon Chachava.

He fumbles for a thin chain with a cross around his neck.

Simon The cross comes from my mother, Grusha Vachnadze. The chain
is of silver. I ask you to wear it.

Grusha Many thanks, Simon.

They stand, undecided.

Simon I'll accompany the lady only to the troops who've stayed loyal.
 Simon I'll accompany the lady only to the troops who've stayed loyal.
When the war's over, I'll come home. Two or three weeks. I hope the
time till I come back won't be too long for my betrothed.

Grusha

I will wait for you, Simon Chachava.

Soldier, go calmly into battle,
The bloody battle, the bitter battle,
From which not everyone returns.
I will wait for you under the green elm,
I will wait for you under the bare elm,
I will wait till you all come back from battle,
And when you do come back from battle,
No boots will stand before my door,
No head will lie beside my pillow
No mouth will touch mine with a kiss.
When you do walk back through my door,
You will whisper, sweet and low,
Everything is now as it once was.

Simon I thank you, Grusha Vachnadze. Goodbye.

He bows deeply before her, she bows as deeply before him. Then she runs away
without looking back.
The Adjutant comes out of the gateway and speaks harshly.

Adjutant Get the nags harnessed in front of the big coach. Move
yourself, you worthless scum.

Simon stands to attention and goes off.

Two Servants, bent under the weight of giant boxes, crawl out of the gateway.

The Governor's Wife staggers after them, supported by her women.

Behind her another woman carries the child.

Wife No one gives a damn. I don't know if I'm coming or going. Where
is Michael? Don't hold him so awkwardly. Get the boxes onto the coach.
Have you heard anything from the Governor, Shalva?

He shakes his head.

Adjutant You must get away quickly.

Wife Any word from the town?

 Adjutant All's calm up to now, but we don't have a minute to lose.
There's no room for the boxes. Take out what you need.

He goes off quickly.

Wife Only what I most need. Open the boxes quickly. I'll tell you what
has to go with me.
Boxes are set down and opened. She points to a particular brocade dress.
The green, and the one with furs. Where are the doctors? I'm getting
this dreadful migraine again, the one that always begins in the temples.
The one with the pearl buttons.

Grusha enters.

Wife You're taking your time, aren't you? Fetch the hot-water bottles –
now.

Grusha runs off, comes back with the hot-water bottles and is ordered about by
the Governor's Wife, who is also watching a young chambermaid.

Wife Don't tear the sleeve.

Young Woman Your Grace, nothing's happened to the dress.

Wife I caught you in time, that's why. I've kept my sharp eye on you for
a long time. Nothing in your head but sheep's eyes for him.

She points to the Adjutant, who is returning.

She slaps the Young Woman.

Wife You bitch, I'll kill you.

Adjutant Natella Abashvili, I'm asking you to hurry. There's fighting in

the town.

He leaves again.
She lets the Young Woman go.

Wife Dear God! Will they assault me? Why would they?
All remain silent. She herself begins to rummage in the boxes.
Look for the little brocade jacket. Help me. What is Michael doing? Is he
sleeping?

Nanny Yes, Your Grace.

 Wife Put him down for a minute, fetch me the little Morocco boots
from the bedroom. I need them to go with green.

The Nanny lays down the child and runs.

The Wife roars to the Young Woman.

Wife Don't just stand around.

The Young Woman runs away.

Wife Stay here, or I'll have you whipped.

There is a pause.
Just look at the way it's packed – all thrown together – no love, no
understanding – at times like these you see what you have for servants.
She makes a sign with her hands.
You stuff your faces with food, but you have no thanks. I'm making a
note of it.

The Adjutant is very excited.

Adjutant Natella, come straight away. The carpet-weavers have

rebelled. They've just hanged our Illo Orbeliani, the greatest judge in the
country.

Wife Why? The silver one, it cost a thousand piastres, I must have it.
And that one and all the furs, and where is the wine-coloured one?

The Adjutant tries to pull her away.

Adjutant The riots have broken out. We have to go now.

A Servant runs off.

Adjutant Where is the child?

Wife Maro!

She calls to the Nanny.

Wife Get the child ready. Where are you?

Adjutant We can forget about the carriage now – and just ride.

The Governor's Wife rummages through the clothes. She throws some on the
pile to take with her, then takes them off again.
Noises are heard.

Drums beat.

The sky begins to go red.

The Governor's Wife desperately rummages.

Wife The wine-coloured one, I can't find it.

She shrugs her shoulders to the Second Woman.

Wife The whole pile of them, take them to the carriage. Why has Maro
not come back? Have you all gone mad? It's at the very bottom, I told
you.

Adjutant Hurry! Hurry!

Wife Hurry! Throw them into the carriage.

Adjutant We have no carriage. Get a move on, or I'll ride alone.

Wife Maro, bring the child.

The Governor's Wife speaks to the Second Woman.

Wife See what's happening? No, take the clothes first of all. Pack
them. This is madness. I can't think of riding.
She turns round, sees the red fires and starts.
The city's burning.

She rushes off, the Adjutant following her.

The Second Woman follows her, with the heap of dresses, shaking her head.

Groom That's the east gate that's burning.

Cook That's them gone. No food on the wagon. No wagon. How will
we get away now?

Groom Yes, well, this is an unhappy house. Sulika, I'll grab a few
blankets. We're clearing out.

The Nanny comes out of the gateway with the little boots.

Nanny Your Grace.

 Groom She's upped and out.

Nanny And the child?

She runs and lifts up the child.
Left this behind. Animals.

She hands it to Grusha.

Nanny Hold this for me for a minute.

She adds deceitfully:
I'll search for the carriage.

She runs after the Governor's Wife.

Grusha What have they done to His Grace, the Governor?

The Groom mock-cuts his throat.

Groom That's him.

Seeing the gesture, the Fat Woman has a fit.

Fat Woman God in heaven, God, God, Our Lord Georgi Abashvili –
take me away. We've had it now, we'll die in sin like Our Lord Georgi
Abashvili.

The Third Woman speaks comfortingly to her.

Third Woman Maro, calm yourself. You'll get away. You did nothing to
no one.

The Fat Woman is led away.

Fat Woman Jesus God, oh God, God, move, move before they come,
move before they come.

Third Woman Maro's heart is softer than Her Ladyship's. Herself has
others to do her crying.

She realises Grusha is still holding the child.

Third Woman That child! What are you doing with it?

Grusha He got left behind.

Third Woman Michael – she left it lying there. Him, who was allowed to
 Third Woman Michael – she left it lying there. Him, who was allowed to
feel no draught.

Servants gather around the child.

Grusha His sleep's over.

Groom Put him down, do. I wouldn't like to imagine what's going to
happen to whoever's found with that child. I'll fetch our things. Wait.

He goes off into the palace.

Cook He's right. Once they start, they'll slaughter family after family. I'll
fetch my belongings.

Everyone has gone.

Two Women remain, together with Grusha, the child in her arms.

Third Woman Put him down!

Grusha The Nanny gave him to me to hold for a minute.

Cook She's done a runner, you fool.

Third Woman Get your hands off him.

Cook They'll chase him more closely than they will his mother. He's the
heir. Grusha, you're a good girl, but you have no brains. I'm telling you, if
this had leprosy it couldn't be worse. Get out of here.

The Groom comes back with bundles that he hands to the Women.
Everyone makes ready to go, with the exception of Grusha. She is stubborn.

Grusha It hasn't got leprosy. It's got eyes. It looks at you.

Cook Then don't look at it, you. They can dump anything on you, you
stupid wagon. If someone says, fetch the lettuce, you've the longest
legs, you'll run and fetch it. We're taking the ox-cart, if you shift yourself,
you can come on it. Jesus, the whole parish must be burning.

Third Woman Have you not packed a stitch? The bastards will be here
soon.

The two Women and the Groom leave.

Grusha I'm coming.

 Grusha I'm coming.

She puts the child down, looks at it for a few seconds, fetches pieces of clothing
and covers the still-sleeping child with them. She then runs into the palace and
fetches her things.
The sounds of horses’ hooves are heard, and the cries of women.

The Fat Prince enters with drunken soldiers.

One carries the Governor's head on a lance.

Fat Prince Stick it here in the middle.

One Soldier clambers over another's back, takes the head and holds it over the
gateway.

Fat Prince That's not the middle, that's more to the right. My dears,
when I want something to happen, I'll make it happen in shipshape
fashion. Order is everything.

A Soldier fixes the head by the hair with a hammer and nail.

Fat Prince I positioned myself today at the church door and I said to
Georgi Abashvili, ‘I love a blue sky,’ but I prefer a bolt from the blue. It's
such a pity that they've taken the brat away. I need it urgently. Search for
him in all Georgia. A thousand piastres, that's the reward.

Looking carefully about her, Grusha comes to the gateway. The Fat Prince and
the Soldiers leave.
There is again the sound of horses’ hooves.

Grusha carries a bundle and goes up to the gateway. Just as she gets there she
turns round and sees the child is still there.

The Singer begins to sing.

Grusha stands motionless.

Singer

She stood between the door and the gateway

She thought she heard the child say,
Whisper, half call in a voice like her own,
‘Woman, help me,’ a voice that knew more than silence and stone,
‘Woman, help me, help me, hear flesh and bone,
If you pass me by, if you block your ears,
 If you pass me by, if you block your ears,
You will never listen to your lovers’ fears,
No birds will sing nor no angelus bell
Toll in the vineyard where we all dwell.’

Grusha takes a few steps towards the child and leans over it.

Singer

She heard this and returned to the child

To see him one more time, so meek and mild,
She sat with him, waiting for his mother,
Wait for another, for any other –

She sits opposite the child, leaning against a box.

Singer

This was a time of terror, the town full

Of terror, this was a time of hell.

As it becomes evening and the light grows weaker, Grusha goes into the palace
to get a lamp and some milk to give the child to drink.
The Singer sings loudly.

Singer

Terrible is the temptation to do good.

Throughout the night, Grusha sits wide awake with the child. She lights the
lamp and looks at him. She wraps it in a brocade coat. Sometimes she looks and
listens about her to see if anyone comes.

Singer

For a long time she sat by the child, evening, night and dawn.
How hard it is to resist; evening turned to night.
How hard it is to resist; night turned to dawn.
Too long she sat by the child, evening, night And dawn.
Too long she heard the breathing of the tiny prince.
The morning danced,
She was entranced.
She was convinced
He said, ‘Take me away,
Become a thief,
Forget your grief,
And just take me away.’
 And just take me away.’

She does as the Singer describes.

Singer

Like a thief's piece of precious delft

She hid the child about herself
And she stole away,
Yes, she stole away.

Copyright © Der kaukasische Kreidekreis 1955. Große kommentierte Berliner und Frankfurter Ausgabe 30 Bände,
Suhrkamp Verlag, Frankfurt am Main. Translation copyright © 2007 by Brecht Heirs. Frank McGuinness has
asserted his right to be identified as the translator of this work.
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