the new commercial middle-class Europeans being turned out at such an astonishing rate by the modern industrialism of Russia. He concerns himself almost entirely with sexual problems, and the relation of woman to man. His outlook in life is something like that of Bernard Shaw, but his criterion in life is not racial progress so much as physical happiness. He mirrors the life of those whose aim is money, whose relaxation is feasting and flirtation. He reflects the growing non-Christian Russia, the increasing mass of Parisian types of men and women obscuring the real Russia.
A crowded theatre, nobody in evening dress, many women pretentiously dressed, many rich town-*folk in the stalls, clerks and their sweethearts or their wives in other parts of the house. The play is very well staged, well upholstered, and is vociferously received. What they are cheering is nothing more or less than a series of opinions about women, a disparagement and uglification of the symbol "woman," of what is holiest.
But to quote the opinions gives the play.
In woman first of all it is necessary to awaken
curiosity.
Women do not value those who pray to them.
Woman, of course, likes admiration, but only gives herself to the man who despises her a little.
Men are most interesting when they are angry.
Woman is only interesting, vivacious, clever, when she is bathed in the atmosphere of love.
