MÁSHA. It's ridiculous to listen to you.
RAZLYULYÁYEV. Yes, it's funny for you; but how is it for me? Really, why don't you love me?
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. Let's sit down.
They sit down.
GÚSLIN. [Sings]
"Four huts beside the brook
That swift doth run.
There is a gossip
In every one.
Dear gossips all four,
My friends that be,
Be friendly and kindly
And nice to me.
When you're in the green garden,
Take me with you;
When you pluck flowers,
Pluck me a few.
When you weave garlands,
Weave me some too;
When you go to the river,
Take me with you.
When you throw in the garlands,
Throw also my wreath;
The others will float,
When mine sinks beneath.