KRASNÓV. No, do tell me! It does me good to hear it from you. I want to know what there is in me that could make such a beauty fall in love with me. Did I please you by my wit or by something else?
TATYÁNA. By everything. Who could say anything bad of you? Everybody knows you're a good man.
KRASNÓV. And what else?
TATYÁNA. You're very kind, and you don't begrudge me anything.
KRASNÓV. That's the talk! [Embraces her fervently and kisses her] Well, love me still more and then I'll be still kinder. What are you frowning at? Did I muss you a little?
TATYÁNA. You're holding me too tight.
KRASNÓV. Oh, for the Lord's sake! I just can't help it! I squeeze you the way I love you. It's right from the heart, no humbug. I don't suppose you're made of sugar; you won't fall to pieces.
TATYÁNA. That's all right.
KRASNÓV. I know you didn't mean anything. What's there to complain of! No need to get angry at such treatment! Isn't that so?
TATYÁNA. You know yourself, why ask!