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.