TATYÁNA. [Extending her hand to BABÁYEV] How do you do, Valentin Pávlich!
I was so happy when sister told me that you had returned.
BABÁYEV. So, do you still remember me?
TATYÁNA. Indeed I do! We frequently, that is, sister and I, very frequently speak of you. She tells me that you have forgotten us.
BABÁYEV. No, I have not forgotten you. There are memories, my darling Tatyána Danílovna, which are not readily forgotten. My acquaintance with you was of that sort. Isn't that so?
TATYÁNA. [Dropping her eyes] Yes, sir.
BABÁYEV. Let me assure you that as soon as I could tear myself away from St. Petersburg, and come to the country, I continually sought an occasion to visit this city and to find you without fail.
LUKÉRYA. Have you never found such an occasion before now? Don't tell me that!
BABÁYEV. I assure you.
LUKÉRYA. Much we believe you! Tánya, do not believe the gentlemen; they always deceive.
BABÁYEV. Why speak so to me?