RAZLYULYÁYEV. I welcome you to our shanty.
MÍTYA. Our respects! Please come in! What good wind brings you here?
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. No wind--we just took it into our heads and came. Gordéy Kárpych has gone out, and Pelagéya Egórovna has gone to lie down, so now we are free! Be as jolly as you please!
_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.
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. What stories you do make up! We never thought of coming here--that was your idea.
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Much you didn't! You were the first! Everybody knows, if a person wants a thing, then he thinks about it; the boys of the girls, and the girls of the boys.
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Ha, ha, ha! Anna Ivánovna, you have said it exactly.
LÍZA. Anna Ivánovna, you are just saying what isn't true.
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Oh, you modest thing! I'd like to say a word--but it wouldn't be nice before the boys!--I've been a girl myself. I know all about it.
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. There are girls and girls!
LÍZA. What you say sounds very strange to us, and, I must say, it's disconcerting.
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. What were we talking about just now up-stairs? Do you want me to tell? Shall I tell them? Well, have you calmed down now?
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. What are _you_ opening your mouth for? It wasn't about you--don't you worry.
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Even if it wasn't about me, still it may be there is some one who thinks about me. I know what I know! [_Dances to a tune_.
"Who does not love a hussar! Life without love would be sad!"
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. [_Walking towards_ GÚSLIN] Well, guitar player, when will you marry me?
GÚSLIN. [_Playing on the guitar_] When I can get permission from Gordéy Kárpych. What's the use of hurrying! It isn't raining on us! [_Nods his head_] Come along here, Anna Ivánovna; I've got something to say to you.
_She goes to him, and sits near him; he whispers in her ear, looking towards_ LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA _and_ MÍTYA.
ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Well, then, all right; keep quiet! [_They talk in a whisper_.
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. You, Mítya, will you come to us later on in the evening?
RAZLYULYÁYEV. And I'm coming; I'm good at dancing. [_Stands with arms akimbo_] Girls! do fall in love with me, one of you!