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IRINA. They've gone . . . [
CHEBUTYKIN. They have forgotten to say good-bye to me.
IRINA.Well, what about you?
CHEBUTYKIN. Why, I somehow forget, too. But I'll see them again soon, I'm setting off tomorrow. Yes . . . I have one day more. In a year I shall be on the retired list. Then I'll come here again and I'll spend the rest of my life near you. . . . There's only one year now before I get my pension. [
IRINA. Well, you do need to arrange your life differently, dear Ivan Romanitch. You certainly ought to somehow.
CHEBUTYKIN. Yes, that's the way I feel. [
KULYGIN. Ivan Romanitch is incorrigible! Incorrigible!
CHEBUTYKIN. You ought to take me in hand. Then I would reform.
IRINA. Fyodor has shaved off his moustache. I can't bear to look at him!
KULYGIN. Why, what's wrong?
CHEBUTYKIN. I might tell you what your face looks like now, but I better not.
KULYGIN. Well! It's the thing now,
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IRINA. Ivan Romanitch, darling, I'm dreadfully uneasy. You were on the boulevard yesterday, tell me what was it that happened?
CHEBUTYKIN. What happened? Nothing. Nothing much [
KULYGIN. The story is that Solyony and the baron met yesterday on the boulevard near the theatre. . . .
TUZENBAKH. Oh, stop it! Really . . . [
KULYGIN. Near the theatre. . . . Solyony began pestering the baron and he couldn't keep his temper and said something offensive, . . .
CHEBUTYKIN. I don't know. It's all nonsense.
KULYGIN. A teacher at a divinity school wrote 'nonsense' at the bottom of an essay and the pupil puzzled over it thinking it was a Latin word . . . [