SCENE IV
BABÁYEV and TATYÁNA
BABÁYEV. [Draws nearer and puts one arm around TATYÁNA] Darling, Tanechka, now stop! Why do you weep so! Let's think, together, how we can help your grief.
TATYÁNA. There's no use thinking! There's no way.
BABÁYEV. Is that so? But what if I take you off to the village?
TATYÁNA. Which one? Where?
BABÁYEV. To my own village. There everything is the same as when mother lived: the same lanes, ponds, and arbors; everything is familiar to you, and will remind you of the past. There you'd be my housekeeper.
TATYÁNA. [Freeing herself from his arm] What ideas you do get, my dear sir! How could you get such a foolish notion into your head! Do you think my husband would allow such a thing! Why, he'd find me, at the bottom of the sea!
BABÁYEV. For a time we'll be able to hide you so that he won't find you; and meanwhile we can smooth it over with him.
TATYÁNA. What! What! That's a bright idea! Stop talking such nonsense!
You'd better advise me how to live with my husband the rest of my life.
BABÁYEV. Why so! Much I care for that!
TATYÁNA. So, you don't love me a little bit! You're just making believe!
Yes, that's it!
BABÁYEV. Tánya, isn't it a sin for you to talk so? Now, tell me, isn't it?
TATYÁNA. What?
BABÁYEV. Isn't it a sin to suspect me?
TATYÁNA. Oh, you! One can't tell whether you're making believe or not.
BABÁYEV. Why should you tell, my angel! Don't worry about me! Just ask your own heart what it tells you! [Embraces her.
TATYÁNA. But what does yours tell you?
BABÁYEV. Yes, but, Tánya, you don't believe me; you say that I'm making believe, and yet you are asking questions. But how could I deceive you?
TATYÁNA. You aren't a bit interested! You're just talking.
BABÁYEV. Don't be afraid; I'll not deceive! Why should I deceive you? [Leans towards her; she listens with downcast eyes] I'll tell you what, Tánya! My heart tells me that I have never loved any one as I do you. It's all the same whether you believe me or not. But I will prove that it is the truth, and you yourself will agree with me. Why, I don't tell you that I've never seen women more beautiful than you, or cleverer. Then you might tell me to my face that I lied. No, I have seen more beautiful women than you, and cleverer; but I have never seen such a darling, charming, artless little woman as you.
TATYÁNA. [Sighing] Artless—Ah, you speak the truth.
BABÁYEV. Well, I've told you what I feel. Why don't you tell me?
TATYÁNA. What should I say? I don't know how. I might say more than you.
But why say anything—you know yourself.
BABÁYEV. That is, possibly, I guess, but——
TATYÁNA. Why "but"? There's nothing to be said!
BABÁYEV. Yes, there is. I guess the secret but I get no good from it. [Pause] Tell me yourself that you love me! Well, how about it, Tánya?
TATYÁNA. What do you want?
BABÁYEV. Do you love me? [Pause] Do you love me?
TATYÁNA. [Dropping her eyes] Well, yes.
BABÁYEV. Very much? [Pause] Why are you silent? Do you love me very much?
TATYÁNA. Yes.
BABÁYEV. Will you go to the village with me?
TATYÁNA. Ah, stop urging me!
BABÁYEV. Well, you needn't go to the village then. I know what we'll do:
I'll rent a lodging here in the city, and will come here every other week.
Do you agree to that?
TATYÁNA. Yes.
BABÁYEV. Now you see, my darling Tanechka, I'm ready to do anything for you.
TATYÁNA. I see.
BABÁYEV. And you? [Pause] Why are you silent?
TATYÁNA. But our compact?
BABÁYEV. What compact?
TATYÁNA. Yesterday's. You remember, on the bank.
BABÁYEV. What's there to remember? There wasn't any compact.
TATYÁNA. Shameless, you're shameless! Can you forget so soon!
BABÁYEV. I don't want to know of any compacts. [Embraces and kisses her.
TATYÁNA. [Rising] Oh! Stop, please!
BABÁYEV. Why "stop"? What do you mean by "stop"?
TATYÁNA. I mean, stop.
BABÁYEV. What whims!
TATYÁNA. No whims at all, only please move a little further off.
BABÁYEV. If you're going to be so whimsical, then I'll go away. I'll drop the business for which I came and will go away immediately.
TATYÁNA. Very well, go.
BABÁYEV. I'm not joking. Karp! [KARP comes in] Pack up and then go order horses.
KARP. Yes, sir.
TATYÁNA. So that's the way? Well, good luck to you! Good-by! [Runs out.
KARP. Well, sir, do you want me to pack up?
BABÁYEV. Pack up, for where? You make me tired, man! [Goes to the window]
I wonder if they've gone home?
KARP. They won't leave.
BABÁYEV. That's none of your business! Get out!
KARP goes out; LUKÉRYA comes in.