Olga. The saucers is moving along the alphabet!
Golyshkin. Write down each letter!
Olga. I am writing.
Golyshkin. What is there?
Olga. W… what … what reci… What recipe! He asks “what recipe”!
Golyshkin makes a sign and Myshevsky takes a paper out of his pocket and gives it to him.
Golyshkin. Listen and answer I conjure you! (reading). "In order to make the elixir of the wise, called the philosopher's stone, take some philosophical mercury and heat it until it turns into a green lion. After that, heat it more, until turns into a red lion. Heat this red lion on a sand bath with acidic grape alcohol, evaporate the result and the mercury will turn into gum-like substance that can be cut with a knife. Put it in a clayed retort and slowly distill it. Separately collect the liquids of various compositions that will appear. The Cimmerian shadows will cover the retort with their dark veil, and you will find a true dragon inside it, for he devours his own tail. Take this black dragon, rub it on a stone, and touch it with a hot coal. It will catch fire, immediately taking a splendid lemon color, it will turn a green lion again. Make it devour his own tail and distill the result again. Finally, carefully purify it. And you will see some burning water and human blood. Let it stand still for the day and night. The thing that you will see will be the philosopher's stone.
The howls of the wind get louder, and by the end Golyshkin has to almost scream to be heard. The flame of the candles fluctuates more and more. Finally he finishes reading. Nothing happens for a while, then the saucer starts to move.
Olga. He is answering!.. I am writing down!
Golyshkin. Let me read! No, I can't make out your handwriting. Read it yourself!
Olga. "Replace grape spirit with camphor oil."
Golyshkin. We’ve done it! We’ve got it! Can you hear, Myshevsky? And I didn't really believe it myself!
Myshevsky. I told you that, professor! So, everything was not in vain! We will get rich!
Golyshkin. Be quiet! The session is not over yet! I must say goodbye to the spirit… Thank you, Hermes Trismegistus! What do you want in return for your confession?
Olga. The saucer is moving again!
Golyshkin. Write!
Olga. “I want the death of the one who dared to turn to me, revealing my secret. His father was killed by an iron man falling down from the top. He will die before the earth is covered with a white shroud”…
Golyshkin screams out and jumps up, dropping his chair. Then, clutching his heart with his hand, he falls down on the floor. A strong gust of wind blows out the candle flame. Everything is plunged into darkness.
