MASHA. Home.
IRINA. That's odd! . . .
TUZENBAKH. To walk out on a name-day party!
MASHA. Never mind. . . . I'll come in the evening. Good-bye, my darling. . . [
IRINA [
OLGA [
SOLYONY. If a man philosophises, there will be philosophy or sophistry, anyway, but if a woman philosophises, or two do it, then it will be so much twiddle-twaddle!
MASHA. What do you mean to say by that, you terrible person?
SOLYONY. Nothing. He had not time to say 'alack," before the bear was on his back [
MASHA [
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ANFISA. This way, my good man. Come in, your boots are clean. [
IRINA. Thanks. Thank him [
FERAPONT. What?
IRINA [
OLGA. Nanny dear, give him something to eat. Ferapont, go along, they will give you something to eat.
FERAPONT. Eh?
ANFISA. Come along, Ferapont Spiridonitch, my good soul, come along. . . [
MASHA. I don't like that Protopopov, that Mihail Potapitch or Ivanitch. He ought not to be invited.
IRINA. I didn't invite him.
MASHA. That's a good thing.
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OLGA [
IRINA. My dear Ivan Romanitch, what are you thinking about!
TUZENBAKH [
MASHA. Ivan Romanitch, you really have no conscience!
CHEBUTYKIN. My dear girls, my darlings, you are all that I have, you are the most precious treasures I have on earth. I shall soon be sixty, I am an old man, alone in the world, a useless old man. . . . There is nothing good in me, except my love for you, and if it were not for you, I