BABÁYEV. Set your mind at rest, darling, about that.
TATYÁNA. No, you swear to me! Swear, so that I may not fear you.
BABÁYEV. How foolish you are!
TATYÁNA. Yes, I am foolish, certainly. If I should listen to the opinions of older people, then I am committing a great wrong. According to the old law, I must love no one other than my husband. But since I can't love him—and loved you before my marriage, and can't change my heart, so I—only God preserve you from—and I won't in any respect—because I wish to live right.
BABÁYEV. Calm yourself.
TATYÁNA. That's the way, my dear Valentin Pávlich. It means that we shall now have a very pleasant love-affair, without sinning against God, or feeling shame before men.
BABÁYEV. Yes, yes, that'll be splendid!
TATYÁNA. Now I'll give you a kiss because you're so clever! [Kisses him]
So you will come to-morrow evening?
BABÁYEV. And then you'll visit me?
TATYÁNA. Be sure to come! Then we'll visit you. Now I'm not afraid of you.