KRASNÓV. [Sitting down on the bench] Ah, Tatyána Danílovna, if God would only grant that we might live our entire lives in such harmony as now!
TATYÁNA. [Sitting down beside him] We will.
KRASNÓV. If you were always so kind, you could fairly twist me round your finger. You can do anything with me by kindness, Tatyána Danílovna.
TATYÁNA. [Placing her hand on his shoulder] I don't need anything from you; I'm satisfied with everything. But don't think ill of me. Why were you so jealous?
KRASNÓV. [Embracing her] So you were offended! [Looking at her lovingly] You're my dear! Whatever is dear to one he guards. Why, you're dearer to me than everything in the world! What a wife you are! Who else has such a one? You're the envy of the whole city—don't I see that? Who would want to lose such a wife? In the first place, it's just like tearing a piece out of his heart; and secondly with their taunts and reproaches they would give me no peace, drive me wild. I must tell you, I love you more than my soul, and I had no intention of abusing you, but—how can I explain it?—I can't help having notions.
TATYÁNA. Don't have them.
KRASNÓV. That's all over now.
TATYÁNA. [Kindly] Don't you insult me by watching me!
KRASNÓV. I tell you that's all past! Give me a good hard kiss! [They kiss each other] That's right! Now tell me why you love me? How can you be so attached to me?
TATYÁNA. I just love you, that's all.