LUKÉRYA. I know what, Tánya! You'll have to fool your husband.
TATYÁNA. How?
LUKÉRYA. We women couldn't live without cunning, because we're the weaker sex, and abused on all sides.
TATYÁNA. But what cunning? Tell me!
LUKÉRYA. Now that you and your husband live like cats and dogs, he can't help getting the notion into his noddle that you don't love him, but do love another.
TATYÁNA. How shall I manage?
LUKÉRYA. You'll have to change your tactics. Be very submissive; peasants like that. Make believe that you're in love with him; give him all sorts of humbug and he'll prick up his ears at it. Flatter him with all sorts of flatteries—that'll be a new thing for him.
TATYÁNA. I'll have to say what I don't feel.
LUKÉRYA. Where's the harm in that? How does he know what's in your heart? He doesn't need to understand that your action is make-believe, and not sincere. You'll see, after such actions, he'll believe in you so much that even though you made love before his very eyes, he wouldn't notice it.
TATYÁNA. One can't make such a sudden change in oneself.