Part 7 (1/2)
KOROTKoV. I'd give the whole lot for one French woman!
AFReMOV. Yes, we know you--and your aesthetics!... I'll go and see who it is. [Exit].
STaKHOV. If it's Masha, bring her in here! We'll make her sing.... No, the gipsies aren't what they used to be. Tanyusha, now--by Gad!
BUTKeVICH. And I believe they're just the same.
STaKHOV. Just the same? When instead of their own pieces they sing empty drawing-room songs?
BUTKeVICH. Some drawing-room songs are very good.
KOROTKoV. Will you bet I don't get them to sing a drawing-room song so that you won't know it from one of their own?
STaKHOV. Korotkov always wants to bet!
Enter Afremov.
AFReMOV. I say, you fellows, it's not Masha--and there's no room he can ask her into but this. Let us clear out to the billiard room. [Exeunt].
Enter Fedya and Sasha.
SaSHA [confused] Fedya, forgive me if it's unpleasant--but for G.o.d's sake hear me!... [Her voice trembles].
Fedya walks up and down the room. Sasha sits down, and follows him with her eyes.
SaSHA. Fedya! Come home!
FeDYA. Just listen to me, Sasha ... I quite understand you, Sasha dear, and in your place I should do the same--I should try to find some way to bring back the old state of affairs. But if you were me, if--strange as it sounds--you, dear sensitive girl, were in my place ... you would certainly have done as I did, and have gone away and ceased to spoil someone else's life.
SaSHA. Spoil? How? As if Lisa could live without you!
FeDYA. Oh, Sasha dear! Dear heart!... She can, she can! And she will yet be happy--far happier than with me.
SaSHA. Never!
FeDYA. It seems so to you [Takes her hand] ... But that's not the point.
The chief thing is, that _I_ can't!... You know, one folds a piece of thick paper this way and that a hundred times and still it holds together; but fold it once more, and it comes in half.... So it was with Lisa and me. It hurts me too much to look into her eyes--and she feels the same, believe me!
SaSHA. No, no!
FeDYA. You say ”No,” but you yourself know that it is ”Yes”!
SaSHA. I can only judge by myself. If I were in her place, and you answered as you are doing, it would be dreadful!
FeDYA. Yes, for _you_ ... [Pause; both are agitated].
SaSHA [rises] Must things really remain so?
FeDYA. I suppose ...