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Updated: June 11, 2025
She'll come here. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA sits down. KÓRSHUNOV. You don't want to sit by the old man? Give me your hand, young lady; I will kiss it. KÓRSHUNOV. What a hand! He, he, he! I don't want it; I don't want it! KÓRSHUNOV. That's all right; it's no loss to me it won't ruin me. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. But I don't want it. KÓRSHUNOV. I gave it to you, and I won't take it back! He, he, he!
I know that you love me. Mítya! Why are you silent? Are you angry with me? I tell you I was only joking! Mítya! Yes! MÍTYA. Oh, Lyubóv Gordéyevna, I'm not in a joking humor! I'm not that sort of man. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Don't be angry. MÍTYA. If you love me, then stop these jokes! They are not in place. I love you more than my life! MÍTYA. What shall we do?
That is why Semyon Ivanovitch advised me to address myself to a person who is a specialist in this line, and makes the arrangement of the happiness of others her profession. And therefore I most earnestly beg you, Lyubov Grigoryevna, to assist me in ordering my future. You know all the marriageable young ladies in the town, and it is easy for you to accommodate me." "I can. . . ."
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Good-by. MÍTYA. To our pleasant meeting! LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA goes to the door; from the doorway LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH comes in. The same and LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Ah! What sort of a creature is this? On what business? We must consider this matter. LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Is it you, uncle! LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Oh, it's I, niece! What? You got a fright? Clear out, never mind!
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Love cannot be bought with gold. KÓRSHUNOV. Whether you love a man or not, you ought to show him some regard. They needed money, they had nothing to live on; I gave it to them, I didn't refuse. And I needed their love. Had I a right to exact this or not? You see I paid money for it! It's a sin to make complaints about me. My words and looks, more than my deeds, shall pursue him!
The hostess, Lyubov Petrovna, stands in the front by a little table with a dish of funeral rice on it, and holds her handkerchief in readiness to her face. There is a profound stillness, broken from time to time by sighs. Everybody has a long, solemn face. . . . The requiem service begins.
Pelagéya Egórovna, Lyubóv Gordéyevna, and guests with them. MÍTYA alone MÍTYA. Oh, Lord, what misery! Everybody in the streets is having a holiday, and everybody in the houses too, and you have to sit between four walls! I am a stranger to all, no relations, no friends! And then besides! O well! "Her beauty I cannot describe! Dark eyebrows, with languishing eyes." Yes, with languishing eyes.
ARÍNA comes in with a candle; LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA goes to meet her. ARÍNA, LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA, and afterwards EGÓRUSHKA ARÍNA. Well, you! You frightened me enough! What are you doing here? Your mother is looking for you there, and here you are! Why are you wandering about in the dark! Oh, you modest maiden! EGÓRUSHKA. Oh! how are you, Arína, my dear? ARÍNA. What are you so happy about, silly?
MÍTYA. Perhaps Gordéy Kárpych wishes to marry Lyubóv Gordéyevna in Moscow. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Who knows what he has in his mind? He looks like a wild beast, and never says a word, as if I were not a mother. MÍTYA. I'll come, ma'am. GÚSLIN comes in. The same and GÚSLIN PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Here's another fine lad!
Gordéy Kárpych has gone out, and Pelagéya Egórovna has gone to lie down, so now we are free! Be as jolly as you please! MÍTYA. I humbly beg you to sit down. They sit down; MÍTYA seats himself opposite LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA; RAZLYULYÁYEV walks about. ANNA IVÁNOVNA. It grew dull sitting silent cracking nuts. "Come on, girls," said I, "and see the boys," and that suited the girls.
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